I have posts I want to write but I'm solo parenting this week and didn't feel good last night so must sleep. Sleeeeeep.
(Though upon opening up the draft email where I accumulate things, there is a tiny bit of prose.)
Atlas Obscura, When Gorgeous Architectural Landmarks Are Also Monuments to Fascism, about the city of Asmara in Eritrea, about which I have feelings too complicated and unformed to inflict upon you all.
The NY Times, How the N.Y. Public Library Fills Its Shelves (and Why Some Books Don’t Make the Cut). Request those books!
It's the Iditarod, so I was listening to Iditapod (h/t cofax7), and its mention of the long indigenous history of dog mushing made me wonder how many Native mushers there were now. Very shortly thereafter, I came across an article on Twitter talking about that very question, so that was handy: Indian Country Today, After 1,000-mile practice run, Martin Apayauq Reitan is rookie to watch in 2019 Iditarod, profiling him and mentioning four other Native mushers. (And hey, one of those, Ryan Redington, is the one who Chad & the kids met when they did a sled dog excursion off their Alaska cruise last summer.)
Gizmodo, Delete Never: The Digital Hoarders Who Collect Tumblrs, Medieval Manuscripts, and Terabytes of Text Files. The article, in a broad sense, speaks to me, as I contemplate the mass of stuff in my G+ exports, which has a small but non-zero amount of worthwhile stuff among the ephemeral nonsense, and also contemplate moving this DW to a self-hosted blog that I crosspost.
(Recently I started tagging stuff in GMail as aa-age-out, and every so often I run a search to find anything with that tag older than a year, which I then delete; this probably doesn't have much effect since I wasn't actually close to my GMail storage quota, but psychologically it's nice not to have old PTO emails and suchlike in there.)
Do you have weird local government closures? A friend mentioned Chicago's Pulaski Day. That reminded me of Evacuation Day, which is the same day as St. Patrick's Day, which I'm sure has nothing at all to do with why we got it off in Eastern Massachusetts.
I dug up this fan comic about Spider-man enthusing about Cowboy Bebop after seeing tithenai mention starting the show, because earworm. Content note: opens on a scene of street harassment.
In non-links news, I tag all my ebooks with genre to help me find things, but why don't I also tag them with things "extremely distinctive first-person narration" to really help me find what I'm in the mood for? Grr. (One of the things I want to be writing is about Ann Leckie's The Raven Tower.)
Finally, elsewhere a friend mentioned Crazy Rich Asians and Ralph Breaks the Internet in conjunction, and I was amused to realize that they both made me think about consumerism, probably in an unintentional way (I deliberately did not actually watch Ralph, just listened while I played games on my phone in the theater, because giving it my undivided attention would have mostly made me think about Disney's cultural dominance), and both had a female character I had a bit of a crush on (Astrid; the racer voiced by Gal Gadot). I suppose you can add in a third thing, that the emotional beats all worked and were solid in both, as long as you could roll with the consumerism.