Francesca

Porque no Los dos?

Here, here!

My account was permanently suspended without explanation or warning, and having lived overseas for 7 years, it was a primary conduit to around 2,000 people I’ve connected with since opening the account 17 years ago. It was a profound loss that has galvanized my mistrust of social media.

I know that there are many noteworthy things happening in the world…but when I see any pie recipe that includes store bought crust, I am filled with an indignation that is way out of scale.

It’s 3 ingredients, 4 if you include water.

If you are using store bought, just buy the pie already.

This!

The bar is so low these days, isn’t it?

Hot take on “asstronaut” voyage 2025: if you need to burn a tonne of jet fuel traveling to the edge of the atmosphere to feel awe and wonder and connection with our planet…you maybe need to spend more time outdoors in nature, marveling at this miracle we call
home.

Ah, my hometown. I sure wish I could have been there to get my book signed and thank you for your heads of tireless service in person. But I left in 2018. If you ever tour Europe, I’ll show you around southwest France. Joyfully and with gratitude.

Damn it, love. Your creativity and craft are important, and I’m deeply chagrined that they’ve been stifled by the bullshit.

I love you.

No, we don’t. They are complicit in our current political situation, apathy, and more.
Those journalists can find work elsewhere.

Yooooo! I hate the NYT. Please never give them your money. If you need to get around a paywall tho, use the Pocket app.

What astonishes me is how the orange asshole has single-handedly managed to do more to help combat climate change—through slowing economic growth—than the greenest of the greens, ever.

Slow clap. Best unintended consequence imaginable.

I think you’re going to need to name names here!

I spent years telling Chris Murphy exactly what was happening; there are a ton of records. Do not fall for performative bullshit. They knew the Trump cohort plot the entire time. Demand action from them -- and repentance.

I think about you every time a family member says, “it’s gonna be a rough 4 years,” myself having left the USA in 2018, pregnant and anticipating the worst. How frustrating to be the Cassandra, loudly and publicly. At this point all the Ignorance feels willful.

I just bought « nipple of Venus » tomato seeds and frankly, if the world is going to hell, this is exactly what I want in my hand basket.

Same. Same. Same.

Last night, the sky went all Maxfield Parrish and life felt a little wonderful and then I read about the Signal war chat and felt the stinging shame of being American which by the way is accentuated—not dulled—by living as an immigrant abroad.