I added a new goal on Go Mighty. My inner seventh-grader is mortified. Nobody make eye contact.

- I don’t know her. She’s part of the ping pong crowd.
- … That’s a thing.
- That’s a thing.

Image: Stuart reading a piece on mortality at You’re Going to Die.

Walking up from the river with a bottle in hand, my shoes squelch and crunch in the gravel. Warm wind blows over the mouth of the bottle, and it starts to sing.

- What is it about elephants? I get this.

- I’m so jealous of this trip. Right up until they die of dysentery, I mean.

- And here’s an idea so clever and seemingly obvious that I can’t believe it doesn’t already exist.

If you haven’t joined Go Mighty yet, come on over. Once you’ve registered, you should receive your invitation within 24 hours.

Photo Source: Instagram user kimboslice

Do you like to dance? Oh man, Jamaica is so into you.

Of course, it’s also cool if you want to nap on the beach with a rum drink next to you. (What’s in your cup stays in your cup.) Here’s my Go Travel list of ten things to do in Jamaica.

Summer is coming for you, and the Strawberry Fizzy is waiting there, poolside. With a New Yorker magazine and the good tortilla chips.

Strawberry Fizzy

3 mint leaves
3 Strawberries
Shot of vodka
Juice of 1/2 Lemon
Ginger Ale

Muddle mint and strawberries in your glass, add ice, vodka, the lemon juice, and top it off with Ginger Ale. Then start making the next one, because someone’s gonna take yours.

Here’s to smelling like coconut, floating on your back until your foot bumps the pool ledge, and spitting cherry seeds into the grass. What are you toasting this week?

I’m making 100 cocktails as part of my Life List. This is number seventeen. Here are the rest:

1. Shots in ‘Cots 2. Avocado Bourbon Shake 3. The Vacation 4. Sassy Lassi 5. Cherry Bing 6. The ABC 7. Toddy Shots 8. Cafe Picante 9. Gin and Juice (Box) 10. The Neighbor 11. Halloween Spiked Cider 12. Bloodthirsty Mulled Wine 13. Killer Bloody Mary 14. Bourbon Pumpkin Shake 15. Tangelo Cooler 16. Watermelon Chill

A few weeks ago, I tagged along on Mai’s trip to Seattle and helped her stop bearded men in the street (and in coffee shops, and in record stores) to take their photos.

Hell Yeah, Beards of Seattle is the brother site to Hell Yeah, Beards of Reykjavik, which Mai started on a whim.

Right now, she’s in Brooklyn looking for boys with facial hair. Weirdly, Mai does not have a beard thing? She just finds this amusing. But if you have a beard thing? Jackpot.