Weekend coffee #114.
Hi there. I'm back from a week in Aruba, where it was sunny and 80-something every day (see above). In there, I snorkeled, rode ATVs through the desert and ate many delicious meals. It was an ideal vacation despite the looming threat of coronavirus. Now, I'm back and attempting catching up on real life by paying bills, hitting the post office and yearning for the end of this weird winter we're having. Otherwise, here's some of what I read this week (from the beach!):
The Fight Goes On. I registered as a Democrat before the last election so I could vote in the primaries. New Jersey's doesn't happen until June 2 this year, and I was really looking forward to casting a vote for Elizabeth Warren. She was (and is) still the most qualified, best-prepared candidate I've seen this cycle, and I'm deeply upset that she didn't advance further. Don't @ me, or any other woman in your life, that's mourning this loss. But despite this setback, we must persist.
The Great Tulsa Remote Worker Experiment. I've been remote for six years at this point, so I'm interested to see how this conversation evolves, especially with WFH becoming necessary in many cities (looking at you, Seattle). I'm also curious to see what happens to all of the office buildings scattered about - maybe convert to housing and leave the undeveloped land, undeveloped? Wishful thinking, I'm sure. Did Nancy Cartwright From "The Simpsons" Watch Your Instagram Story? I've seen a few (mostly guys) people I'm friends with on Instagram get excited by the prospect of Nancy Cartwright watching their stories. Sorry, folks, just a follower building social media strategy. Guess she's trying to up her influence? What's next, Bart Simpson x Tummy Tea?
Congress Passes Emmett Till Anti-Lynching Act To Finally Make It A Federal Crime. It's astonishing that it took this long for lynching to become a federal crime. Symbolic or not, I'm stunned that we're just now acting in response to heinous violence committed upwards of 60 years ago, and bet most people don't even know about this act.
What Happened When the Sex Pistols Threw a Christmas Party. Might sound cheesy, and I certainly don't relate to the 2020 version of Johnny Rotten at all, but the Sex Pistols have a soft spot in my little punk heart. I vividly remember picking up a copy of Rotten at my local Barnes and Noble (it was the suburbs in the 1990s, give me a break) and reading it over and over again.
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