Yesterday, Andy and I went on a 5 mile urban hike because what the hell else can you do when it's 80 degrees and sunny, and every other asshole in the city rushes the outdoor spaces until the trails and greenways look like a goddamn Soviet bread line. More like socialist distancing, amirite?
Anyway, it was a fine outing. Sweaty, but fine. Until we were just around the corner from our building and some disheveled, lanky, middle-aged man with Crazy Eyes walked past us and said hello. We did the do not engage with crazy nod-and-wave and kept walking. A few seconds later he calls back to us, "Excuse me, are you in a hurry? I don't want anything, I just want to show you something!"
Yes, so sorry good sir, we're late for our not getting murdered appointment! I am so sorry, we don't have time to look at the switchblade, dead baby bird, timeshare, or penis you would like to show us, but maybe next time.
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| Anyone else think now would be a good time for emo bands to make a comeback? |
Stop everything you're doing and forget about the world and watch this. This is the only time I laughed all week.
Relevant and practical calculations. How much TP do you really need?
It's Comrade Britney, Bitch
Sweet dreams are made of these.
The headline alone is worth the price of admission. 'Some Jabroni Brought the Coronavirus to a Kentucky "Coronavirus Party"'
Love in the Time of Corona.
This will be old news by the time I publish this post, but how RIIIIICH.
This is horrific. Stay home, please.
Do you need a break? I feel like I get this on a very deep level while also having no idea what is going on.
How long can this last?
David Sedaris bringing some levity to the situation.
Listening:
Terry Gross knocked it out of the park with her Fresh Air interviews earlier this week. Her home quarantine interviews of Marc Maron and Max Brooks are on fleek, as no one says these days.
Watching:
Tiger King on Netflix. If you. haven't started watching it already, do you really have an excuse? We all know you're not busy.
Analog Reading:
The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah. Holy hell. This might be the only book I've read recently that represents a greater hellscape than our current world. I've been reading to escape, but I was honestly glad to finish this book and come back to reality. Maybe in another context I would have enjoyed it, but right now, no thank you. I couldn't stop reading because I was invested enough in the story to need to find out what happened to the characters, but I hated this book. It was deeply upsetting. Also, the dialogue was trash. It was impossible to imagine an actual human saying almost any of the words out loud.
Such a Fun Age by Kiley Reid. This was the perfect antidote to follow a book that I thought I might legitimately need therapy after reading. I'm like totally fine now, thanks Kiley Reid, you're the MVP of this week. This book takes a topic that is serious and real and heavy, that is often portrayed through the lens of truly tragic or traumatic events and makes it...fun? It grapples with issues of race, class, and privilege in everyday life, through a serious but ultimately low-stakes scenario where no one dies or truly has their life ruined. There's space for humor and lightness without trivializing the issues at hand, and the characters and dialogue feel natural and real (especially in contrast to the above). 5 out of 5 stars, can't wait for Kiley Reid to write another book.
An American Marriage by Tayari Jones. Just started this one, so it's too early to comment, but I'm into it so far.
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