Over the weekend, I finished the second draft of my new feature script. On Monday, I sent it off to my producers, my casting director, an exec producer I'm courting, a cinematographer. And then I experienced insane euphoria. Like, I AM A SUPERHERO. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN'T DO.

The euphoria abated slightly as I moved into Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday, prepped the tax packet for our accountant, went for a mammogram, made a killer mushroom thyme risotto, a mashup of this and this.

Now here I am, sitting on my porch.

I'm antsy to get feedback on the script. To be told what a genius I am. That it is perfect! Which, let's be clear, is not what's going to happen. "Do not expect a tongue bath," is an astute piece of advice I got from one of my creative heroes, Joey Soloway. If people like it, there will be notes. There will always be notes.

While I'm waiting, I'd better relish this moment of in-between.

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This month in print: I loved Kazuo Ishiguro's Klara and the Sun, about an Artificial Friend and her human-girl companion. Set in a not-too-far-future dystopia (my fave), it's incisive, emotionally intelligent, and heartbreaking. The ending really stuck with me. A movie is in the works, and I'm stoked to see that Dahvi Waller is adapting. Not sure I've mentioned her Mrs. America here, but I thought the series was terrific.

This month in tacos: Ojai seems like so long ago, but I dissed the options up there, and I owe you an update. The Farmer and the Cook (not to be confused with Vivian Howard's Chef and the Farmer of PBS fame), serves clean, organic California-Mexican food that is fucking delicious. My go-to was not a taco, strictly speaking, but Lila's Cheezy Gordita, made with homemade masa, your choice of beans, and jack cheese (or not), and served with tangy "Mexi-kraut." Perfection. I went back for it three times. I can also recommend any of the juice shots, and the gluten-free cookies. SO CALIFORNIA, in the best way.

This month in wireless bras: Fully vaxxed and feeling jaunty, I took a trip to the mall last week, and popped into Macy's, Nordstrom, and Bloomingdale's to investigate the wireless selection. I'd sworn off underwire long before the pandemic—I think the women in my family are sensitive? My mom can't stand underwire either. Cannot stand. But we're both a little too well-endowed to get away with a "bralette." Anyhoo, I'm happy to report that the selection of wireless bras has ballooned. Nobody wants underwire. Not after going bra-free for an entire year. NO THANKS. I'm still testing it out, but I can offer—tentatively—that this On Gossamer seamless cotton bra I found at Bloomie's maybe doesn't suck. The cups are built in, so there's none of that annoying shifting around you get with removable cups. The band is broad, with no icky raw elastic, and the skinny straps make it feel more bralette and less sports bra. It gives me the shape of actual boobs! (Full disclosure: I put the bra on to write this, and now I'm taking it offff. So, I guess? It's not bad but I won't be, like, lounging around in it. Nothing tastes as good as braless feels.)

xoxo,
Laramie

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