Milk delivery.
- I've got a little side project in the fire that should make it easy to always have the right playlist for any scenario. As an aperitif I've put together a post containing some new playlists for some common situations you might find yourself in this summer. I provided 'tasting notes' for all of them so you can really tell if they'll be exactly what you're looking for. Guess which playlist has tasting notes that reads: One or more literal uncles are present. Extra wide New Balance sneakers. Coolers filled with ice. Fresh cut grass. Char from an old grill. Strawberry popsicles.
- I really can't claim to be a minimalist, but I am a bit of a gear enthusiast, and there's a strange overlap between those communities. So I can't say I want to copy Jeremy Maluf, who has lived out of one backpack since 2015, but I do have the same backpack as him and love it. If you have very little gear, you have to care about its function, form, and quality - which is exactly what gear nuts do too, just with less impulse control. This all means that I love seeing his yearly update on what he carries (linked above), and I find his digital minimalism post strangely inspiring, though aspiring to something isn't the same as doing it.
- Since moving to our new house in December we've been getting milk delivered each week. I really, really enjoy it. That's pretty much all I wanted to share here. I didn't think I'd care that much, but look at me now - looking forward to it like a little mini Christmas. I even enjoy putting the empty bottles back into the box and watching them disappear, replaced by freshly (and I imagine 'lovingly') filled ones. Makes me feel a part of my community? Anyways, if you're curious, here's your permission to sign up for delivery. It's great.
- I'm deep in Steinbeck season right now, doggedly working my way through East of Eden while simultaneously reading The Pearl (also by Steinbeck) as a little side quest for a very informal book club I do with friends. I'm not proud of the rate I'm getting through it, but each time I consider putting it down it rewards me the way only a long meandering summer book can. What other 'long' summer books should be on my list? Don Quixote is staring at me from my bookshelf...
- Since kickoff I've been enjoying having the World Cup on. Mostly it's background ("ohh cool, Colombia's playing Uzbekistan"), but I'm still floating from the USMNT opening win, which was very much in the foreground (I was at a sportsbar with what felt like every other soccer fan in Denver). Still, the soul of US soccer isn't found in a tournament that comes around once every four years. For a sport that's been in the wilderness here for a long time, that soul lives in our oldest competition, the US Open Cup, which has kept the flame alive since 1914.
Joey
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