“In Silicon Valley, techies are swooning over tarot-card readers. In New York, you can hook up to a ‘detox’ IV at a lounge. In the Midwest, the Neurocore Brain Performance Center markets brain training for everything from ADHD, anxiety, and depression to migraines, stress, autism-spectrum disorder, athletic performance, memory, and cognition. And online, companies like Goop promote ‘8 Crystals For Better Energy’ and a detox-delivery meal kit, complete with ‘nutritional supplements, probiotics, detox and beauty tinctures, and beauty and detox teas.'” (I’ve only tried about half this stuff since pinching a nerve in my neck). Brad Stulberg in Outside: We’ve Reached Peak Wellness. Most of It Is Nonsense.

+ From classic sitcoms to ’80s excess, a timeline of the most influential homes on TV. (Archie Bunker in his chair in front of the TV is all the influence I’ll ever need…)

+ Trump’s large union crowd at Shell was given the option of not showing up — and not getting paid.

+ Chris Christie has created a think tank centered on civility. (Since this was a song title edition, let’s end it with Warren Zevon’s Gridlock, James Taylor’s Traffic Jam, and Dear Mr. Fantasy, by … Traffic.)