Trying to put together a road trip playlist, but getting sufficiently distracted by the fact that The Smith were active for no longer than a mid-decade.

For posterity, I’m archiving here that the non-player character streaming trend on TikTok is an example of why I love the weird-but-it’s-ours Internet.

On the playground, a dad rocks back and forth in a swing just slightly and stares into the distance while his child sits in the stroller. The parental leave coffee break.

In some life-imitating-art kind of way, England’s Prince George looks like Olivia Colman to me.

Nienke, Mehdi, an anonymous friend, and I attend the annual Pride March. It’s the city’s first two-week Pride festival in Amsterdam, each week organized by a different organization. With a naturally intersectional and radically-inclusive interpretation of the term “queer”, I am pleased Queer Amsterdam is taking care of the annual Pride Walk.

Just spotted a family of tourists, the dad one of those Pabst Blue Ribbon hipsters who’s now adulting. He wore a shirt that read “THE SMITHS”, accompanied by a black-and-white group photo of Will Smith with his wife and kids. Thought it was deeply hilarious.