The humidity has been unrelenting this week. We’re past the tipping point out here in Philadelphia, where the summer weeks move from a steady precipitation into a steamy broth that washes over the city. The old Victorian I’m renting out at the moment was not built to breathe in this kind of funk, so I’ve been getting snapped out of bed with hot sweats. This has pushed me into annexing the dining room table for my purposes and, no doubt, given yet another reason for my roommates to have me placed on a watch list.
I’ve fallen back in love with the French press recently, after a trip out to Fishtown got me acquainted with ReAnimator coffee. It’s a strong Guatemalan blend that keeps its potency well after brewing and refrigeration. This morning’s self care was capped off with half a box of pasta covered in cayenne pepper, adobe, and black olives. This is about as close to a green shake cleanse as I’ll get to this week, I suspect.
Getting news in email summaries; bouncing between Foreign Policy’s excellent morning summaries and Quartz’s news brief, which seems to find itself in my inbox at exactly the right time. I don’t know if it was NYT’s morning roundups or reading text transcripts of Democracy Now! In the morning, but I caught an appetite for the format. Digest reading scales scales with how I’m using the net right now; a full overview in the morning and evening with little bits floating into my notifications throughout the day.
It’s also scratching some sort of itch I developed watching procedural dramas like The West Wing and ReGenisis. The idea that you can sit at your desk in the morning and get the world delivered to you, it’s appealing; and if I need to hold onto a Problematic Power Fantasy in the morning, running the world from my inbox is one I can get comfortable with.