edible derangements

you know that feeling like you’re consuming heaps and expelling heaps, taking and wasting and all without a coherent brass ring? and the ones you try to cast and hammer out for yourself just seem self-serving and insular, and everyone else’s nowadays seem equally trivial? and so you pick at your split-ends and listen to your radiator’s unfailing ambient exhale? here’s a new religion: john kilduff.

you can do it all! we are in the 2000s! this is brilliant on several levels. but i can’t explain them now because i’m brewing ginseng green tea and crafting a pop-up birthday card and doing the downward-facing dog and filling out my tax return. “baby genius” is so 2008; next up is “baby multi-task.”