I once took a methods class in grad school in the political science department. The first day we shared our research projects. I said, “I study policing,” to which a PhD student asked why I was there since it didn’t have to do with political science 🫠

“The water ran out”
“We weren’t prepared”
“We don’t have enough firefighters”

PCH, Malibu, and the Palisades have always been my go-to places for healing and reflection, even before moving to LA. Over the past couple of weeks, I spent more time there than just about anywhere else as I struggled through several life changes. Now, this entire stretch is devastated.

Oooh I need to watch this. I decided to intentionally swap up my music choices for more joy going into 2025 and this is the genre that instantly puts me in a wonderful mood 🕺🏼

80s synth pop radio on Spotify 🪩

My two cents: not only should general readers pick this up, professors need to assign this to their undergrads ASAP. I’ll be revising my syllabus to include this as one of students’ options for their book reviews 🤞🏼

Fiction: Severance or My Government Means to Kill Me

Memoir/Biography: A Year Without a Name or Radiant: The Life and Line of Keith Haring

Crim/Soc: Excited Delirium or Belonging Without Othering