Syllabus #210

Not a lot to say up top.  Just recognizing that summer is slowly weaning me from her teat, and soon I'll be separated from those sweet jugs and forced to chew on the solid food of the school year.  That is a HIDEOUS metaphor but I think what I mean is that I just don't wanna.  I don't wanna get up at 5 every day and go to work.  Lola doesn't have to - why should I?

Somebody's gotta make money to pay for that Chewy Autoship*

 

*Sidenote - If I was a FedEx driver and I was inclined to Go Postal on an establishment, Chewy would be my top choice.  They will fully put two 20 lb. bags of cat litter, 16 lbs. of dog food, and 6 lbs. of cat food in ONE BOX.  I have to either make Andy bring it inside or open the box on the porch and unload it from there.  HOW ON EARTH did it get to the porch?  Andy could save money on his crossfit membership and get paid at the same time if he just went to work for FedEx, and believe me I've tried to sell that but he ain't buying it.

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Good old Steve King.  

When we start seeing Stedman and Gayle graffiti tags, then we're really in trouble.  

I know so little about country music, sometimes I forget we live in its mecca.  In fact, I'm sure I've walked by Very Famous People in Kroger or something and had no clue. Nevertheless, this article about the evolving dynamics of and clashing politics within country music was thought-provoking, and kind of low key made me want to go down to Broadway to view it through this author's very generous, charitable lens. 

Analog Reading:

Finished Emma Straub's Modern Lovers.  Loved it!  It was one of those books where you just get comfortable with the characters, who have their flaws but are largely likable and relatable, and then you're sad when it's over because you kind of thought you'd all just hang out together for a while.

Now reading Colson Whitehead's new Crook Manifesto, his follow-up to Harlem Shuffle.  It's excellent, of course.  That's all I can say right now.  I'm just letting it wash over me.