walked into my wife watching a hallmark movie around christmas and the restaurant in it was named “umber and sprig”, this has rapidly become my shorthand for how everything is named in this style now.
my one year old has a scavenger hyena like quality. she prefers to wander from abandoned plate to abandoned plate, even into bags, taking bits of food others have left. the scraps: her delights. free from all social norms, the world is to her like one perpetual tapas restaurant.
i go out to real life. exit the internet ideosphere. drive to a local airport with my kid. never been here. “hey, a helicopter is taking off: want to see?”. yes. pilot lets my kid sit in it. ask what he’s doing with the helicopter. what are doing today, sir? “hunting feral hogs”
