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“Tonight, after we studied the vowels, I was in the kitchen making dinner and she stepped up behind me and pushed a saltine cracker down the back of my pants, and then made sure it was broken into pieces. I feel like my work is done, I’ve taught her everything I know.”
— One of my favorite WSJ reporters recounting a story to me over email about his daughter, aged 6. Love this little bit so much.
“PLAYBOOK FACTS OF LIFE: Sad to imagine the storied Post newsroom, so familiar from “All the President’s Men,” being torn down for another hotel-office-residential-retail-plex. We remember our first steps into the vast, old-school newsroom when we were hired as a Virginia reporter back in the ’90s. For a young journalist, it was like walking onto Lambeau Field.”
— Politico’s Mike Allen in Playbook today, referring to the fact that Graham Holdings, the former parent of The Washington Post, has reached a deal to sell the newspaper’s longtime headquarters at 15th and L streets NW to Carr Properties for $159 million.
“I’ve lost friends and classmates to abrupt medical conditions, training accidents and war. But one shouldn’t be losing friends to a sport and mode of transportation.”
— A cycling friend’s response to Daniel Duane’s must-read op-ed in The New York Times today about the social and legal culture of biking. Laws in most states don’t give bicycles full access to the road.
This amazing woman — a mom of two and an OBGYN — had a full-on dance party to Beyonce with her medical team minutes before she went in for surgery to have a double mastectomy. Awesome freaking dance moves — and courage. Here’s to you, Deborah Cohan.
“These sorts of goodbyes inevitably devolve into awkward small talk that lasts too long and then peters out. We vow vaguely to meet again, then linger for a moment, thinking of something else we might say before the whole exchange fizzles and we shuffle apart. Repeat this several times, at a social outing delightfully filled with your acquaintances, and it starts to sap a not inconsiderable portion of that delight.”
— OMG, thank you Seth Stevenson for validating what I’ve always thought about awkward goodbyes at parties and other social gatherings. I’ve been guilty of vanishing acts my entire life, maybe now they’ll catch on. Read the essay on Slate here and let the ghosting commence.