Yooooooo. Here's some art, internet, and ideas for you:
 

1. "One of the skills I’ve acquired since turning 40 is the ability to recognize there will likely always be a gap between seeing a photo of myself and appreciating it. That gap, I’ve realized, is the time it takes me to overcome all the ways I’ve been taught to value myself in the world. The older I get, the more I understand that delay as evidence of a sort of theft. One that I’m only now understanding has occurred, and it is my anger over that which has helped shorten it." Glynnis MacNicol on feeling great about her neck. 
    
2. The 25 edits that define the modern internet video. 
    
3. On the occasion of Bob Dylan's 80th birthday, 80 artists pick their favorite Bob Dylan songs.
      
4. Here, manipulate some glowing orbs.
    
5. Everything is becoming paywalled content. What happens when all the good information and art costs money and the only stuff that's still free is disinformation, propaganda, and bullshit? (At least one of my favorite writers, Sarah Miller, got one of those Substack deals, and the first month of her newsletter will be free.)
    
6. An Instagram full of bees and flowers and a soothing video of a domesticated fox named Alice getting a good nine minutes of belly scratches as her Russian chats to her.
    
7. An excellent collection of weird maps and a thread containing great ideas for post-pandemic eccentricities to cultivate just because you can.
    
8. "Samaria Rice is the mother of Tamir, not a mother of the movement."
    
9. Recipe recommendation: Erin "The Lost Kitchen" French's rhubarb spoon cake, to be served with whipped cream.
    
10. It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
    With sadness there is something to rub against,
    a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
    When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
    something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
    
    But happiness floats.
    It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
    It doesn’t need anything.
    Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
    and disappears when it wants to.
    You are happy either way.
    Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
    and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
    cannot make you unhappy.
    Everything has a life of its own,
    it too could wake up filled with possibilities
    of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
    and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
    the soiled linens and scratched records . . .
    
    Since there is no place large enough
    to contain so much happiness,
    you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
    into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
    You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
    for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
    and in that way, be known.
    
    —Naomi Shihab Nye, "So Much Happiness"

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Laura