Earlier this month, we asked you to share some thoughts about what gives you pleasure. It seemed innocuous enough at the time, but in retrospect, we might have stumbled into something a bit more fraught — but also revealing. Because when we started reflecting on what pleasure looks like in our
We loved getting your cultural recommendations in May and it's arguably the best newsletter we put out this year. So we are yet again soliciting suggestions for a future Loose Land newsletter this time on the theme of ~ p l e a s u r e ~ What'
This is my favorite time of year—not just because of the highly marathon-able movie options, but also because of the feasts. When it comes to multi-course meals I probably max out at about three quality dishes (maybe 3.5), but that will never stop me from pushing far beyond
I’m not a planner. I have other good qualities, don’t get me wrong. I just have a hard time pulling the trigger when it comes to, say, buying a plane ticket - or buying any ticket, really, as evidenced last week when I bought a ticket to Rilo
Dear Readers, In case you missed it, we’ve put together a very short survey, and it would mean the world to us if you could take the time (a very short time, we swear!) to fill it out so we can learn a bit more about what is working
We’ve been at this for over a year now. We kept our eyes peeled for things to share, stuck to a format, and sent the newsletter out by the first of the month with an almost perfect record. We’ve also gotten some feedback from subscribers, which is always
We’ve all got our little things, haven’t we? For Betsy, it’s the whales of instagram (and their ability to potentially crush her during spawning season); for Meredith, it’s berets, full stop; and for me, it’s the United States Men's National Team (the one
Summer breeds anarchy, especially in hotter climates. Especially here. I’m not just talking about huddling in the shade; I’m talking about sun-brellas, loose-fitting garments that create their own breezeways, bath-towels as sweat-guards, and ice-packs in people’s pockets. When I go to pick up my children, all I
I recently started a new job in Venice. Venice, California, I mean. (Though the commute from Atwater Village to Venice, Italy might be shorter.) After working from home for five years, the full-time job and constant driving has been a shock. Likewise, as a longtime East Sider, having a regular
Summer break is almost here, and I remember that feeling on an almost cellular level: that sense that you’re floating upon a current of unstructured time, where your grasp of what month it is loosens, and days are judged by the number of swims and sweets that you can
Recommendations, plugs endorsements — call ‘em what you want, the tips that travel person-to-person carry a certain je ne sais quoi. Or, actually, I DO sais quoi, and it’s (pardon my French) cache. Secret mall apartments know what I’m talking about, but so do speakeasies, midnight movies, b-side tracks,
I’ve been thinking a lot about magic lately. Maybe it’s a survival mechanism because the times feel so dismal; maybe it’s because everyone I know is listening to The Telepathy Tapes and is equally buoyed and mystified by the idea of unknowable things; or maybe it’s