Good Morning. Hello. How are you? #1139
Greetings from Somerville, Ministry musings, Friends friends friends, cherry blossoms
Hello! Hi! Happy Monday. I am in Boston. Well, Somerville. In our apartment here. With a flooded kitchen floor. Except it’s fine. There is no sink, there is only a sticky subfloor in the kitchen, thhere is a giant fan and giant blue dehumidifier in there, but whatever. We are managing. World’s best white noise machine.
We got here Saturday. Drive was 14 hours. Jane was great, save for an inexplicable manic episode at the Maryland rest stop where she ran around like a lunatic and wouldn’t get in the car for like a half hour that somehow set us back an hour. And the always-crappy traffic between DC snd Richmond my god that is so bad, where my poor sdtop-and-start driving made her tummy hurt and Emma had to take over for a bit. That traffic is insane. But mostly she watched Bluey and Elemental and we played a word game for a while.
I saw 1 Rivian R1T, 1 Rivian R1S, 1 Ford Lightning, 1 Countach with no back bumper, and on the Mass Pike I got smoked by a Lucid Air going maybe a hundred and ten in the dark it was terrifying and amazing.
I have to tell you about my new pollinator yard, though. On Friday, before we left, I tackled the small old grass patch to the right of the garage door at Chore House. It still had a giant pile of dirt in it, left over from when the trench to the greenhouse was dug. It was good dirt, though, so I spread it all over the patch. I also meticulously pulled out more of that infernal green plastic landscape grid that is in all of my dirt I hate it so much. I don’t think I got it all, though, so that bed is probably riddled with microplastics, which sucks because I wanted to plant corn in it and then wheat this winter. I might do that someday, but I decided for now I would make it giant pollinator bed. So I spread the dirt, picked out the plastic, then tilled the whole thing, and then leveled it with a rake, and then spread all the seeds, and then covered it with 12 or so wheelbarrow loads of mulch. It was awesome. I am excited. Soon it will be a bed of wildflowers. I’ve really gone gung-ho on the pollinators. This giant yard and two other beds of pollinators. Bring on the bees and monarchs. Bring back life to this barren land.
Oh also! On Friday afternoon our friends Tom and Cristine came to visit us from Cary and that was very nice. Cristine and Emma broke in the new rocking chairs on the front porch of Chore house. Tom told us about his new job. Their kids ran around and played with Jane. It is so fascinating watching kids of different ages meet and play through the years. A few years ago one of their kids, just two years older than Jane, just wanted to treat Jane like a baby doll. A few years before that, none of the kids wanted to play with each other. This year, they all played happily. What will happen next year, I wonder.
So we got to Somerville at 11 ish and Jane went back to sleep and our landlords had a bunch of our friends waiting for us and that was just awesome.
Sunday Jane and I had breakfast and went to the playground next door and Jane did drawings while I laid on her bed. Then Emma took over and I napped for a bit and then we all went to our friend Jen’s place for a lovely Easter gathering and dinner and it was just delicious and gosh friends are swell I love friends.
Tony made me feel old by telling me that Roy Orbison in the Traveling Wilburys heyday was not like 70 as I assumed, but rather exactly my age. Prince died at 57. Fifties, man. They are old.
Today I work and I am staying home and I need to do lots of work things and I need to figure out the mechanics of my DJing at Real Wild Child, which you should go to with a kid on April 6th at Man Ray. It will be great. Also if you are coming, and bringing a kid, let me know if you have any requests.
Been doing a lot of thinking about Ministry’s appearance at Cruel World, playing hits from With Sympathy and Twitch. What is this going to be like? Are they doing to be industrial metal versions of the 80’s synth pop hits? Faithful recreations? I can’t stop thinking about it. I have decided that A) I desperately want to see this, and B) I am 100% cool with either approach. It would be absolutely hilarious to see Al Jorgensen, looking like he does these days, singing “Work for Love” in synthpop form. It would also be absolutely hilarious to see Ministry, in their current incarnatin, do a thrash industrial version of “Work for Love.” I am 100% cool with both.
Also I really want them to play “Everyday is Halloween,” of course. The flier’s exact wording leads me to believe it is at least theoretically possible: “Performing songs from With Sympathy and Twitch.” Of course “Everyday is Halloween” is not on either With Sympathy or Twitch, but it did come out between those two records, so it seems reasonable?
Boy it sure would be nice to go.
Alas.
I’m running out of things to say this morning but I have to think of more because I gotta post this absurd self portrait Jane did Friday night I mean look at it isn’t it the best?
Oh my god I love it so much.
Oh right. It is cherry blossom season! Right before we left the house, our cherry blossom tree was just starting to get its first blossoms. I am monumentally stressed that I will miss the tree’s entire cycle this year. Will it last more than a week? I can’t handle the suspense. It is too much.
Oh also I finished the Apple DOJ suit finally and it is total weaksauce. If they win, it won’t be because of that document. Which is a shame, because Apple could use a good spanking.
Ok I love you byeeee.
Today’s Media of the Day is this great song by Chappell Roan, because we are going to see her open for Olivia tomorrow and it came on at Jen’s house yesterday afternoon during the easter gathering, and I had it stuck in my head for like twelve hours on Thursday.
I would play it at Real Wild Child if I can find a non-explicit version.
Bye! Talk tomorrow!