This afternoon, I sat in a room in City Hall with immigrant families and other activists who have been working for years to fix a broken system. We sat elbow to elbow watching President Obama on TV, as he laid out his executive action that will enable 5 million people to come out of the shadows without fear of deportation. Every now and then there is tangible progress, and it’s almost always because of collective effort. Today was one of those awesome days!
Illustration by Jean Jullien
At a Lincoln Center tribute to Mike Nichols, his longtime friend and comic partner, Elaine May said: “So he’s witty, he’s brilliant, he’s articulate, he’s on time, he’s prepared and he writes,” she said. “But is he perfect? He knows you can’t really be liked or loved if you’re perfect. You have to have just enough flaws. And he does. Just the right, perfect flaws to be absolutely endearing.”
What’s one of your favorite Mike Nichols’ films?
As gift giving season approaches, I’ve been dreaming of a flame-colored cast iron dutch oven from Le Creuset. It’s become something of an obsession. There’s nothing in my kitchen up to the task of going from searing on the stovetop to a 500 degree oven. I know of cheaper brands, but I’m aching for the real thing. What are you lusting after?
Art by Stefan Brüggemann
My new housekeeper is finicky and that’s how it should be. After she cleans a place that’s hard to reach – the top of kitchen cabinets, the bedroom ceiling fan, the dryer stacked above the washing machine, she shakes her head and (channeling my mother) tells me, “it was very, very dirty.” In preparation for her visits, I tidy up, shoving stray items of clothing or office debris behind closed doors or inside drawers, hoping she won’t open them and discover I’m a mess.
The Secret Life of Heroes by Grégoire-Guillemin
Installation of a 25-foot sculpture Unconditional Surrender by Seward Johnson, outside the Memorial of Caen museum in France. Photo by Stephane Mahe for Reuters.
At the entrepreneurial car wash in my neighborhood, they have a card stand perfectly situated in the narrow walkway between dropping off your vehicle and the cash register. You can’t miss it. I’ve wondered lately if anyone, other than grandparents, still mails out birthday cards? Do you?
Illustration by Yusuku Yonezu