Brooklyn in the snow by Alison Piepmeyer

What are you up to this weekend? We’re taking the boys sledding on Sunday. I’m not the most winter-sport-y, so wish us luck staying warm! Hope you have a good one, and here are a few fun links from around the web…

Pretty wedding look.

Incredible acapella versions of familiar jingles. (REALLY cool.)

I watched Sound of Metal this week, and it was great, especially the final scene.

Smitten Kitchen always gets it right.

How gorgeous are the northern lights?

A spaghetti bolognese taste test.

Living alone during the pandemic. “‘The most physical contact I’ve had was with a cashier giving me change,’ said Marc Fein, 35, an educator and mental health advocate in Jerusalem. ‘I don’t think I realized how much I needed it.’ Mr. Fein said he had resorted to ‘pushing my hand against the wall just to get a tactile sensation’ or sleeping with another pillow to simulate hugging.” (New York Times)

Wow, this mindbending art!

Dan Levy is on SNL this weekend.

Good news: Winc, the fantastic wine subscription service, is offering 4 bottles of wine for $30 (50% off + free shipping). Go here to try them.

Plus, three reader comments:

Says Kara on what’s your love language:
“This reminds me of love languages expressed in terms of tacos (I don’t know who came up with it!):
Words of Affirmation: Your tacos are delicious.
Acts of Service: I made you tacos.
Receiving Gifts: Here’s a taco.
Quality Time: Let’s go out for tacos together.
Physical Touch: Let me hold you like a taco.”

Says Lauren on what’s your love language: “Acts of service is the biggie in my marriage, but words of affection and physical touch are huge dialects for both me and my husband *specifically and only applied to the cat.* Neither of us is particularly shmoopy or snuggly in other contexts; with the cat it’s obscene. He’s like a prism that gathers and refracts the beams we don’t send directly at each other.”

Says Amy on what’s your love language:: Mine is quality time and acts of service! I’m Chinese and when I was 11, my brother and I moved in with my grandma. She never really said ‘I love you’ growing up; instead, she showed it by cooking our favorite food on Fridays and weekends, and didn’t let us to do many chores so we could focus on school work. My grandma’s was acts of service, too. So, when we went grocery shopping, we always made sure she didn’t carry any bags. As she got older, we would hold one of her arms while our other arm carried the bags of groceries. We also washed the dishes and cleared the table after dinner. Not because it was a chore but a way of saying thank you to my grandma for cooking dinner. As we got older, she softened up and finally became more affectionate. She started telling people how proud she was of my brother and me as adults:)”

(Photo by Alison Piepmeyer/Instagram.)