We really had ourselves a time this weekend. We made big plans to be real humans who do things in the world, and boy did we execute. We went to the zoo!
If you want to be literal about it, we drove to the zoo. Twice! The misleading magic of Apple Maps took us to a back exit that let out into an obscure office park, so we pivoted technologies. Google Maps led us faithfully to the actual entrance, from whence we made a slow, scenic crawl towards a parking lot.
Along the way, a helpful sign hinted that we would need to present our pre-ordered, timed-entry tickets when entering the zoo. A more helpful sign would have been placed out on the road, before an uninformed, spontaneous zoo-visitor is locked into a one-way traffic pattern from which there is no escape. Sounds like the real endangered species here is spontaneity itself.
In a way, I feel like the 20 minutes we spent trying to extricate ourselves from the zoo parking lot were more impactful than spending $60 to look at caged animals. It was much more immersive. We were the caged animals.
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| The small cat exhibit is always open |
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Full disclosure, I haven't read any of these articles yet, but they have piqued my interest:
Why is OJ's Bronco in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee? I have been to that museum! I also saw Ted Bundy's Beetle.
The people behind all those NYTimes games. I have a bone to pick with whoever is responsible for some of the more ludicrous categories from Connections. The mental gymnastics required to come up with the commonality between some of these words is absurd. Like going from point A to point F and assuming your audience will have the same train of thought to connect points B-E in between. That's not connections, that's telepathy. And don't even get me started on the day the entire puzzle was emojis.
I need to rewatch the Seinfeld series finale and then go back and rewatch the Curb finale. Andy insists that the entire Curb series was just a spite series, 25 years in the making, to exact revenge for the Seinfeld finale.
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Analog Reading:
Holly was over too soon. Part of me is holding out hope that maybe she'll show up in another Stephen King book someday.
Finally got started on The Wandering Stars by Tommy Orange. I am enjoying it so far, but it's a conscious effort to slow down and relax into the slower pace of this story, and to appreciate the prose. It's a big shift after reading a Stephen King book that keeps you turning pages and almost skimming over parts because it's the action more than the prose that is important.
OJ was always running. On the football field, through the airport for hertz rental car commercial, from the cops, from himself and finally and forever had nowhere else to run. I hope you make your way back to the zoo 🙉 someday. My pet peeve is the daily Word , not Wordle. Last week the letter A was not included in the solution. If a word is consistently left out of the count we stop writing it and weeks or months later, it's there. C'mon,people, you have one job so do it right. Have to read Wandering Stars because the author must be a remarkable human.
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