Finding a dead bird in the middle of the street, moving it beneath a tree.
The New York Times story about an English professor who translated and rearranged an epic novel so that it used every word in a dictionary exactly once, making it a “complete reordering of one entire English dictionary into a single work of art.”
The Tested story about how Rolls-Royce worked with a Detroit automaker to help make Merlin plane engines during WWII.
Rolls-Royce had been making every engine by hand until that point.
The Detroit company, Packard, adapted to British metrics and tooling to fit their parts. They did such a good job that Rolls-Royce honored warranties on engines made by Packard decades later. It was cute.
The Reader story about Jungle Green! Specifically, about how Andrew put up hundreds of handwritten flyers around town advertising his records, and the responses he got from those.
Alex Chilton’s Bach’s Bottom again:
Chilton stopping a take to tell Richard Rosebrough, actually really sweetly, that his drumming was lacking spirit. “The shoulders! That’s where it lies.” (I’ve been there.)
Imagining that critics were probably pretty pissed at the ramshackle nature of the record, but appreciating that it’s basically a rehearsal recording with moments of great music interspersed. That’s kinda bold and it’s fun to listen to.
The bathroom rug, red, blue, and sinewy, like dyed veins and arteries.
The best friends with matching Adidas water shoes (wearing as everyday shoes).