WHAT DAY IS IT?
I genuinely don't know. Monday felt like Saturday and Saturday felt like a month ago and today could be Tuesday. It could be Friday. I really don't know.
What I do know is we are four days away from the greatest season premiere in television history.
Every once in a while I encounter one of those "I don't know how you can watch reality TV" people. They look down their nose at me, a reality-TV watcher, high on their "I don't own a TV" horse.
I used to feel embarrassed when talking to those people. But now I just feel sorry for them. They are about to miss a perfect season of television wherein a Real Housewife of Salt Lake City and her friend Stu Chainz are indicted on charges of fraud and her fellow housewives blame each other for ratting her out to the feds. Martin Scorsese WISHES he could make something that good.
Season 2 premieres Sunday night. LRE will be writing about every episode. Her write up will be available on our site and in this newsletter. And Emily and I will be recapping every delicious twist and turn on the pod.
The Hunt for the Wasatch Treasure
Arianna Rees spent her summer searching for treasure in the Wasatch mountains. And while I'm saddened that she did not encounter any buccaneers, I find her account of the hunt thoroughly riveting.
I had hiked over 30 miles of day hikes in one week. I was punching out of work early and poring over puzzles between Zoom calls. My feet were destroyed, I could barely walk down the stairs to my bedroom, and there was one night when I seriously considered sleeping in my Chacos.
I was hunting for $10,000. I knew it was buried somewhere in the Wasatch Mountains. And I could not, no matter how hard I tried, scratch the itch to find it.
Read her full piece here:
The Airport Tunnel Is Too Long
So I complained about it in Deseret News.
After we deboarded we followed the baggage claim signs down the escalator to the entrance of a long, windowless tunnel.
I had heard tales about “the tunnel,” but none of them prepared me mentally or emotionally or physically to make the trek through the corridor with children.
As we approached it, I had but two choices:
Force our children to walk the entire quarter mile — the same children who cannot walk to the end of the driveway without claiming their foot or knee or nose hurts too much for them to go on.
Take the moving walkways.
The choice may seem obvious. Take the walkway. Duh. But. Instead of one continuous walkway, the sadists behind the Salt Lake City Airport installed a series of shorter moving walkways, with about 50 feet between them.
Read the full piece here:
For Your Auditory Enjoyment
This week on Hive Mind we covered Kanye's latest album, all the beach shenanigans on BIP, and Schmigadoon!
Coming Up On The Beehive
LRE followed a bunch of influencers in Hawaii who were pregnant when she was pregnant and she formed a weird, maybe unhealthy bond with these internet strangers. So she wrote about it. Look for her piece in your inbox Friday.