Today is my favorite holiday. It begins my birthday month and it celebrates what the promise of our country can be. Yes, it originated when our very white, male, slave-owning forefathers declared independence from Britain, but I’ve always believed it to be more than that. And after one faction in our country has co-opted our national flag and knowing the founding fathers didn’t mean POC and women, this holiday is very muddled for a lot of Americans.

As usual, Dan Rather put it much better than I.

This is amazing. I think I found my new job.

This is so 80s. The first K is so reminiscent of the PBS channel where I grew up watching Julia Child. I love it.

This one is in my favorite colors and I love it so much.

STOP UPDATING THINGS THAT DO NOT NEED TO BE UPDATED.

This series blows my mind. Be sure to click through to the last one. Check out what it spells. Man, the imagination.

Back to the letter K tomorrow.

This is so spot-on for so many people and for me.

Notes From Your Therapist’s caption says you don’t have to end relationships if you don’t want to. You can *match* the person’s level of emotional investment in you. How mindblowing is that? I don’t have to try to keep up a relationship, nor do I have to exert emotional energy that I don’t have for people who share that with me. That’s good stuff.

I found an Instagram account via Kottke that I adore, so I’ll be sharing the letter K with you over the next week. They’re amazing. Some are gifs, so wait for those.

First up is this Kid Cuisine beaut!

I never do that “happy birthday” to dead people thing. Be it relatives or celebrities. It’s just damn weird. I will say I miss that person. And I miss Anthony Bourdain. He looked at food like nobody else before him and no one fills that space anymore. David Chang might one day. But Bourdain was one in a million. A chef who lived HARD and managed to make his way into shoeing people how food unites us like nothing else. We all come to the table. And that was what was great about him. A documentary about him is coming out about him next month and I’ll post about that once I’ve seen it.

Here’s an Instagram post I liked:

Let’s face it, I have a crappy attitude sometimes. Every once in a while. Maybe once a week. Most Tuesdays. Plus a couple of other days.