Good Boys: Korean cop drama. The plot could not be more senseless. The cast could not be better looking.
First Night with the Duke: Time travel Korean period rom com. Rollicking good time.
The Studio: Great use of Apple TV resources. Chock full of A-list cameos. I'm having fun.
Below Deck Med: Stupid summer fun. But not that fun.
On Saturday, I joined the Food Forest group at Old West to do some light sweating and gardening. Not only so, I also dragged Rae with me, who thought she had signed up for a leisure Saturday morning of late wake up and brunch before our afternoon main event. At the Food Forest, the morning kicked off with a round of introductions. There were two newbies there- a young man and a young woman. College students from Northeastern volunteering for course credit. One made up a reason about being interested in nature whereas the other one very clearly had 0 interest. When asked what made him take the course, he thought for a long hard minute and then said, "personal reason." Rae was charitable and thought he had deep reasons that were too complicated to explain. I followed Occam's razor and think it had to do with wanting to hang out with the other student.
As a part of my new commute, I pass through a transit hub where buses, commuter rails, and subway lines all pass through. On Monday, I saw a woman hurrying by, eating a blondie whoopie pie, at 8am. She was wearing a long skirt and a short collared shirt-- office attire. She's been on my mind all week. And every morning since, I've wondered what other type of balanced breakfast I'll get to witness.
A lot of people have been asking me how the new job is going. It only makes sense to ask. But I've been struggling to come up with concise answers. Mostly, I think I'm still shell shocked that I'm in a new position. It is both incredibly familiar: academic medicine, Boston, reading, writing, building relationships. I've been at this since my twenties. And yet, the new position, a shift from the traditional faculty route, is just different enough from my job of the last 9 years, from the only career that I've known, that I feel unmoored. I'm fine. "Nothing is bad," as I like to say. But along with all the changes 2025 has wrought, it's all a bit dizzying.
Today, my destination was Trader Joe's. And the cashier did such a nice job of putting all the heavy items in the bottom of the trolley and working up from there that I felt compelled to take a picture. (Look at how neatly the flat items stacked on top!) Thank you, Thoughtful Trader Joe's Cashier, you made an old lady's day.
On the bus this morning, I sat next to a man with a cigarette between his fingers. Just a stump, really. It wasn't lit. He was holding onto the nub until he could get off the bus and resume his journey. The bus had its emergency latch partly opened, and that brought in a refreshing morning breeze. A little gift of air.
It's a new season for me. I've started a new job at my old job, with the same work email I was given at 22. And I'm back living in the same apartment. It seems only right to dust off this blog and get back in the practice of figuring things out.
