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It goes without saying that Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour has become a pop culture phenomenon, but I’m going to say it anyway. It’s the ticket of the year, with fans and celebrities flocking to sold out stadiums and posting pictures of their friendship bracelets and red lipstick on social media. I was fortunate enough to attend Night 4 of the Eras Tour in Los Angeles this week and, despite all the recaps and videos circulating online, I went in mostly blind.

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If you’re ever looking for a good burger in Newton, Ks, chances are you’ll get pointed in the direction of Gurty’s Burger and Shakes. This Newton staple is known to have an extensive menu full of options from single, double or triple patty burgers you can customize with all the popular add-ons, signature burgers, wraps, every appetizer you could ever want, shakes, and deli sandwiches. I mean, Im probably missing something because they’ve got it all.

I’ve been super busy the past week doing interviews with various park people, gathering wonderful stories that will take me some time to digest. Meanwhile, a quick entry about art in the park. I don’t mean the capital-A Art cemented in place outdoors or hanging on the walls of the De Young. I’m talking about the ephemeral, mysterious pieces that just appear one day, the repurposed piece that find new life in the park, like the statues at the top of the page.

Hello! Welcome to Everything is Amazing, a newsletter about curiosity, science and joyful, friendly stupidity. Here’s a cat-Phantom wishing you happy Easter: In a few days I’ll be throwing us all back into the ocean for more of this season’s deep-sea curiosity (and this time, it won’t be another megaflood - even though it was fun learning about the one in the Mediterranean and the one off Britain). And as a side-dish to that immensely watery main course to come, I’d like to talk to you about one of my favourite moments in modern cinematic science fiction: the bit when they drowned Ed Harris.

If you like the crisp edges of lasagne, the soaked croutons, the whipped cream that gets icy around the chocolate scoop - you’re in the right place. Hello! I had another recipe ready to share, and then I made this: A hot, shimmering, rocket of a soup that had to launch immediately.  The headline ingredients here are Sungold tomatoes and ginger, but they’re grounded by an earthy broth of yellow lentils, and pulled up by chili oil and lots of lemon juice.

What do you do when one of your childhood heroes is sobbing at the other end of the phone line. What do you do? You shed a tear along with him. That’s what you do. Like everyone else, Yvan Cournoyer knew this day was coming. He just didn’t want to ever have to face it. Among others, Cournoyer had already lost two of his captains, Jean Beliveau and Henri Richard. And news of Guy Lafleur’s death on Friday at the age of 70 was just as difficult to process.

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It seems there are certain poets who choose their readers. H.D. (aka Hilda Doolittle) chose me. And she never let me go. Picture the scene. Recently turned 20, in my junior year at university, I’d just survived a painful break-up with my very first boyfriend (first date, first kiss, first everything – I was a late-bloomer). My first attempt to escape what had turned into an abusive relationship involved a last-minute decision to fly to San Francisco for the annual meeting of the MLA (Modern Language Association), to attend the conferences and symposiums and lectures and coffee klatches of the academics and scholars I hoped one day to be.