Angela Lansbury (1925-2022). The original production of Sweeney Todd is my favorite work of hers, and The Worst Pies in London one of my favorite parts. I hear she’s known for other things as well.

And the day is off to a great start!

I have heard nothing but good things about the Playdate, save for the screen not being viewable under direct sunlight. Good thing it will be a wet, cold October in DC.

It took me a while, but I finally got it: The Road Not Taken is not about individualism and thinking different(ly), but rather about the narrative fallacy, hindsight bias, and contemplation of the counterfactuals. Brilliant.

Pre-weekend reading: How to nurture a personal library. Just lovely.

Orange tabby cat wearing a crown: Stable Diffusion running on a meager M1 versus Midjourney running on who knows what. Either way, the visual arts will never be the same.

Thanks to a weekend trip to the DC zoo I now know about bear-cats, who are neither bears nor cats. Binturongs are cute as a button, smell like butter popcorn, and prey on backyard rodents. What’s not to love?

Rem Koolhaas:

Junkspace is what remains after modernization has run its course, or, more precisely, what coagulates while modernization is in progress, its fallout. Modernization had a rational program: to share the blessings of science, universally. Junkspace is its apotheosis, or meltdown…

This article will be 20 years old next month, and I am only hearing about it now. Hard to think of a better descriptor for the post-WW2 detritus we inhabit.

This FT lunch interview with Piers Morgan was written for someone more clued in to British media than I am, but he seems to be an insufferable oaf, and proud of it! Even if just a facade — though one that pays off handsomely — is that how you want people to see you?