Thursday Essay

This is disturbing and infuriating but wow does it make an excellent larger point: These assholes expect no pushback. It’s part two of The Ink’s look into Epstein, so be prepared for your stomach to churn, but Anand Giridharadas methodically connects the dots between “rich and powerful” and “predator.”

It is a different experience of life never to have to wait for your turn on the ski lift. Never to have to contend for space in the overhead locker with another person. Never to have to be charming to get into a restaurant. After a time, one imagines, all the not-having-to-dos will change you. You will become less capable of exerting yourself in ways you once did without a care. And one can even dig deep and muster the empathy to appreciate that, the smoother and easier and more frictionless many parts of your life become, the more intolerable is whatever continues to resist you. It may be no accident that the time of gaining access to this more resistance-free ecosystem often correlates with the time of second and third wives. (When no one talks back to you but your wife, you upgrade — although these “upgrades” are never complimentary.)

And later, in an interview with former FTC chair Lina Khan:

…there does seem to be a class of people in this country that have for too long enjoyed a level of elite impunity. And no matter what the domain of their wrongdoing, they have enjoyed protection. They have protected one another.

[…] For a lot of these individuals, they have come to occupy positions of power that really do surround them with people who are constantly enabling every whim and desire, be it in their personal lives, be it in their businesses. And so to actually have to reckon with law enforcement or people holding them accountable—it’s a very foreign and offensive experience for them.

 

Seems like the rich have forgotten to be afraid of the poor

Tuesday Garage Roundup: Almost Done

I’m crossing so much off the Garage Beautification List! Shelves are hung, footings are painted, stair treads are glued down, and even posters that hung in my work office 10 years ago are up, because why not decorate your garage?

The left wall of a garage with white walls and beige floors. There is a line of high wire shelving at the ceiling. On the floor below are a pressure washer, orange tool chest, ladder, and two garbage cans.

The right wall of a garage with white walls and a tan floor. There is a line of hanging yard tools and a large poster of Carl Sagan and two smaller posters.

Two shallow stairs from the garage to the house door. They are covered in beige vinyl commerical treads and risers.
The shelves were from Costco and came with the hooks the hiking stuff is hanging from (I think they’re meant for bicycle storage). And I am inordinately pleased with the stair treads and risers. I found them at the amazingly-named AMERICAN STAIR TREADS DOT COM and they were easy to trim down and exactly the size promised (it’s not their fault the builders made the bottom step 36.5″ instead of the standard 36″).

There are some little things still on my list, of course: Paint the door, put up ladder hooks, and hang one of those fancy retractable extension cords from the ceiling. But the last major thing to do is new lights; I just need my dad to teach me and a weekend morning that’s cool, so we both don’t get heat exhaustion. (PS to Dad: I have a plan to get the conduit behind the shelves, don’t worry.)

Getting Offline

This is a text I sent to Doc after a day of presentations about how AI can do our jobs:
Screenshot of a text that says, Do you want to go up Millcreek right after work and touch grass with me? I might turn into the next unabomber unless I go

 

So we went and I put myself in the water and was immediately happier.
a woman in a big hat sitting on a rock in a mountain stream

 

The trees don’t care about effective prompting. The lizard we saw has never heard of an AI agent. The long grasses have no idea that the creative industry as we know it is threatened. (Oh to be a long grass…)
A mountain in the background with pine and scrub oak trees in the foreground, with a path going into the distance

I stayed offline Saturday, hanging shelves in the garage (photos tomorrow); Sunday we went to the pool. Sometimes you just have to be reminded that “there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo.” (And it’s worth fighting for.)

Cake Books

I saw a Retroist newsletter post talking about collecting Wilton Cake Decorating Yearbooks this week and realized I never shared the one I got from my mom. I loved going through this as a kid–they combined cake plus catalog plus a craft project, as Retroist says:

Wilton was showing people what could be done with its products, then providing everything needed to recreate the results at home. Each page served as both inspiration and advertising, though it rarely felt like a hard sell. You were being invited to take on a project.

The Retroist post has a great array of pictures, so click through, but here are some of the cakes I fixated on as a kid going through my mom’s copy:

Page from a Wilton book showing an elaborate tiered cake in the shape of a dress, with a doll on the top and a piano underneath

A tiered cake that looks like a treehouse, with Sesame Street characters

Page from the Wilton book showing a He-Man cake with a shield that says, Have a Powerful Birthday

Cover of the 1987 Wilton Cake Decorating Yearbook, with a boy and girl gazing at a tiered cake decorated with clowns and balloons.

Tuesday Project Planning: Last Of The Summer Sewing

We’re coming up on Lughnasa, the cross-quarter day marking the last six weeks of summer. This year I started making a list of stuff I want to sew by season, so the minute the epoxy was curing in the garage, I went back into the sewing room. This is what’s left on the “Summer” list, organized by serger thread color:
A pile of nine fabrics in olive, creams, and blues, organized in rows by color

There’s two pairs of pants in there for me, three undies and a shirt for Doc, a couple Zoom tops, and a pair of hiking shorts for me that I decided to start first:
The front pieces of what will be a pair of shorts, with cargo pockets. The fabric is a small blue floral print.

These will be the Road Trip Pattern Co. Sierra Shorts, aka a Patagonia dupe. I hope the fit works out because I’m in love with those front cargo pockets.

One Month Later

The major parts of the garage are done and we were able to park on the epoxy with no problems yesterday–WHEW. There’s still a list of things to do (hang shelves on those pristine walls, add more lights and an outlet, install the stair treads, and paint the footings to match the floor [regular paint, not epoxy]) but the hardest work is over. ALSO WHEW.

I had fun doing this project (except the ceiling) but I didn’t truly realize how much work it would be. But I got ‘er done! And it looks pretty good, especially in photos.A corner of the garage with drywall mud applied

The same corner of the garage but with smooth painted white walls and a tan speckeld epoxy floor. The empty shelves are filled with tidy boxes and there is an orange tool chest against the wall.

When I pulled the car inside, I realized I painted the floor to match. Color coordinating custom garage!
Back view of a tan subaru parked in the garage with a tan floor

Friday Links

1. I will always read something about the heyday of printed catalogs. “Longing” is such a apt word choice here:

As a form of media, mail-order catalogs themselves were a story of longing and aspiration that came to define shopping as an American way of life. What you bought and where you bought it from was a statement about who you were and who you could be. This was as true of the inch-thick catalogs from department stores like Sears (whose holiday-season edition was upgraded from mere catalog to “Wish Book”) as it was of the thousands of specialty retail catalogs, from J. Crew and Tweeds to Swiss Colony and Fingerhut, that followed its lead.

(What I wouldn’t give to have saved the mid-90s J. Crew and Tweeds catalogs!)

 

2. It’s So Hot That Japan Needs a New Word for It: “kokushobi,” or “cruel heat day,”

 

3. Now that the floor in the garage is done it’s time to start organizing stuff (and painting the footings, and maybe the door, and then adding more lights). This will be me rearranging the tool cart: