Friday mixtape.

Rediscovering George Starbuck.

My son showed me this dance video, which is the best.

I'm on a search committee, and it is an enormous project, but I was able to share this with my colleagues, and in turn they shared this with me.

The notes in this: mineral salts, fresh water, turned earth, white woods. I bought it, of course.

I've shared this hither and yon, but it's worth sharing again. (thanks Amelia!)

Some things are just beyond.

My daughter Abbey posted this on Facebook and it is wonderful.

Why am I so far behind on watching this? Clearly I am too busy.

This is now the best cold drug, officially. (Caplets, please.)

I can't stand it if any of the three main characters on this die, but I fear that at least one of them will. Don't do it, writers! Don't!

This and this.

You've probably already seen this, but it's beautiful and worth remembering--shared with me by more than one person.

This week, I got to go to Target with this little girl and her mom. She told me that her 'favorite color is cute.'

The historian and I got to see some supercharged indoor soccer played by this guy and his team, the Blast.

I am tired, and I miss everyone, and I'm going to sleep until I wake up tomorrow. Good night.