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Lazy Sunday: 28 April

Well, friends, I got you these. Enjoy a quiet day.

I don’t know that I would call them the “first couple of American letters,” but I really like this profile.
Leading men age, but leading ladies don’t. Unless they win an Oscar. Then they age a little.
Did you see Waitress? I loved it. I love this blog, too!
As I embark on this new job, I plan to escape the cult of busy, as they say. Newsflash: I’m not important.
Oh, my god, do I ever love Stevie. Never change, you doll.
My internet friend, Snowden, wrote this about Barry Hannah, a Mississippian and great writer that I think of often and hope is resting well.
For when you get your windfall inheritance and need to establish an offshore tax haven.
They changed the pimento cheese at the Masters’ and people were really bad, but no worries: Wright Thompson is ON IT.
E. L. Konigsburg was one of my favorite writers as a little girl, and she passed this week. I loved this piece about the Met, imagination, and her.
Soy Bomb strikes again.
To quote Mara Wilson, this is like the Social Network for NPR.
Where can you pick an apple for free and eat it? This map tells you.

As always, here are some things to think about before going back to work tomorrow.

Is baseball the best American sport? More importantly, will this be the summer I decide to like baseball?
My friend’s little brother was on Kimmel! I think he made it, right?
Leslie Jamison has this outstanding piece over at the Oxford American about…West Virginia and tax fraud and ultramarathoning and jail and…just read it.
The April Fools Jokes that weren’t.
Most movies aren’t shot in anything resembling chronological order, but here are some that were, and why.
Fancy basketball player outfits.
Why do we clap?
My girlcrush, Rose Surnow, writes about Erika Christensen, my brand new girlcrush in NY Mag.

And all in one place. Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola did this sexy, cute, fun, compelling commercial for Prada in three parts.

II.

III.

Tres…something, non?