"Hamilton Road" by Ducktails.
This feels like summertime music and it pretty much sounds like Kurt Vile. (I enjoy the descriptions of sound/genre found on Wikipedia: The band's music has been alternately characterized as "hypnagogic pop", "woozy, horizontal pop" and "lo-fi." Hypnagogic? Horizontal? Okay.)
Turns out Hamilton Road is in Ridgewood, New Jersey (shout out to nearby Park Ridge, NJ—my ma's hometown).
"Bowlly Goes Dancing Drunk Into The Future" by Loving.
I think the heat and humidity just makes me crave slow, woozy pop. I can't find much intel on the band, Loving, but I dig it. The song titles are really great, too.
My love of food and words continues, and this week it entails Oreos: "Fireworks Oreos? A Reporter Digests."
S'mores (or s'mores adjacent treats).
I was hoping I'd find my way to some graham cracker-chocolate-marshmallow goodness for the patriotic holiday. All I ended up with was a belly full of watermelon, chips and kabobs—still delicious.
Here are some inspirational recipes I might need to make to quell the craving.
Sandals (beach trips, it's so hot) and sunscreen (always and forever) and scratches (I think my cat keeps scratching me in my sleep and mysterious packing/cleaning brushes with sharp edges).
"Catastrophe" Season 3. It's a lot of chaos ("unemployment, mortgages, jealous coworkers, drunken mistakes, friends in rehab, disastrous job interviews, insane family, and, of course, keeping the children alive") but it is still quite funny.
A dresser-like object (aka something with drawers to put my clothes in). Simple, but necessary.