Quail for dinner! Surprisingly fast and easy.
Fast, delicious, and relatively cheap dinner! Whole grain spaghetti with seafood (squid in this case) also makes it nutritious. Ink sauce and freshly grated cheese are just so deeply satisfying. At $7/tin, affordable 😃
Reminder that Kilmar Ábrego García is not a criminal. He is not a gang member. He is not a terrorist. Those are all lies, being told by some of the worst people in the world.
He is a legal resident of the United States who came to this country at the age of 16. He works and pays taxes. He has never even been arrested. His wife and child are US citizens. He has checked in every year with US immigration officials, as required.
Harvard figured out what everyone else in power needs to understand: Complicity with Trump will not save you.
Standing up isn't just the right thing to do. It's the smart thing to do. He will renege on any "deal" you make and come after you anyway.
Phew. After like 1.5 years and God knows how much money, this weekend I finally finished with my 2nd ok-looking enamel piece! Super ambitious this round with plique-à-jour and all!
The back is still a bit rough though, but you can see the day shining through 😍. The front is fine (copper wires went black, per usual), but probably benefits from a mild polish. The back really really needs a good stoning and polishing. Will add pearl and finding afterwards.
Much of the Signal discussion is overlooking a key point: an entire apartment building was leveled to kill one guy.
How many civilians died? Is this a war crime?
The religious language—“prayer,” “God bless,” “Godspeed to our Warriors”—makes it all the more revolting, like a game of Battleship from the safety of a church basement.
Thinking, again, about despair: the fear I have for the future of this country, and the deliberate actions that are being taken to keep us all mired in uncertainty. This despair is debilitating when I give it a chance to take root. It doesn’t take a lot.
A colleague shared in a meeting today about hearing Hillary Clinton talk about optimism as a moral choice she makes every day. That phrase stopped me in my tracks, and I’ve been mulling it over since.
Maybe I can come to things from a place of optimism. Not blind, not performative, not unrealistic. But an outlook that’s grounded in things I believe in — the power of joy, the importance of community, the value of history. Beliefs so fundamental that they can give me the space I need for hope.