It’s been a strange couple of weeks. One minute overwhelmed and beaten by an article topic that took a strange left turn. The next minute, I’m doing the mindless work of summer kid carpool duties. When my teenager is temporarily captive in the car, I’ve been amusing myself by starting fun conversations.

“Jonah, did I ever tell you about how your head got stuck inside me, when I was giving birth?”

“Mom, I’m not enjoying this conversation.”

So, now I’m catching up on internet gossip.

Major wars on twitter and elsewhere about TNC’s new book, Between the World and Me. He and David Brooks got into it. The Atlantic is hosting a book club to discuss it. I haven’t read the book, because I’m curious if you could do a search of the word “black” and replace it with “women”, and it would still work. That was flippant. Yes, I will probably read the book for lots of other good reasons.

I think I’m going to order myself a pair of Warby Parkers.

And you can buy one of George Clooney’s vacation homes.