Good morning. Hello. How are you? #353
Gardening, Brown Bear, Dead Can Dance making me think about the variants, manic monday.
Good morning! Hello! How are you? Is there an awesome sunrise happening for you right now? No? I am sorry. There is one here. It is very pretty. I’ve had “Puff the Magic Dragon” running through my head for about four days now. I am getting a bit tired of it. I wonder what happened to all of those seventies kids named Honnahlee. I knew like three of them as a kid, but you don’t run accross many Honnahlees these days. I wonder if they all changed their names. I wonder if they’re annoyed with their (I assume, though I never met any of them) stoner hippie parents. Was this a thing everywhere in the seventies or just Alaska I wonder.
I did a ton of gardening this weekend! SO MUCH potting up. And… well, I don’t know what you call it. When you take a tomato plant that has been potted up into a Dixie cup but only filled halfway with soil, but after you’ve let it grow a couple weeks, you add more soil. Sorta like potato mounding. Well, anyway, I did a lot of that too. Plus a bunch of hardening off, and I got my Greenstalk planter filled with dirt - a dirt mixture I made myself, which is very terrifying. Like, what if it doesn’t work? Very stressful.
Anyway, here is the video, even though YouTube says, unbelievably, that after 15 hours it is still “processing the HD version.” Man. I am clearly in the slow lane on these with my 10 views and all:
In other news I had a nice Zoom with some friends I hadn’t seen for a while and that was very cathartic. I was very emotional. I may have had a bit to drink. I kept telling them about all the things at which I cry these days and promising that if and when I ever see each of them again I will probably start bawling. This is probably true, but still, you don’t go around telling people things like that. I also did the getting-ready-for-bed-whilst-drunk routine, which I haven’t done in yonks, but of course I feel right back into it with the old familiarity of your favorite college sweatshirt. I will use this metaphor even though I didn’t wear sweatshirts in college because I was a goth. Anyway, one thing that happens when I’m getting ready for bed whist drunk is I keep thinking I’m having very deep thoughts and that they are brilliant and I need to write them down so that I can work them into these emails, or my journal, or whatever. This time I suffered a very painful episode where I had a profound thought while washing my face, but my phone was over on the bed, and by the time I got to my phone so I could write the supposedly profound thought down, I had lost it. I am telling you this as a precursor to showing you exactly the deep thoughts I wrote down, because that little snippet is the only bit of it that makes sense:
None of them read their. So that is nice.
Attach it to the line we hit on anyone’s thesis
Drink and I had. Roll isn’t ideas then. No ideas all within the span of brushing my teeth there is no profundity here
Nitsch’s.
You’d think with this concrete, black and white evidence in front of me every morning, I would be disabused of the notion that I had any good ideas while I was drunk. But nope, the myth still remains. Lies.
Also I was forced to look at my own hair for an hour and that was a very harrowing experience.
Got an email saying that Dead Can Dance has been rescheduled. I had tickets to the New York show. It got cancelled back in, like, March I think? Anyway, now it’s been re-scheduled to October 13, 2021 and it felt pretty good to go into my calendar and add a concert to my calendar. I do feel like this might be jinxing things. I can see a scenario where the world is mostly functioning by then, but boy can I see plenty where it’s still not functioning. The variants are stressful, of course. I have pretty much stopped reading analyses and think pieces about the coronavirus because fuck that guy, but one still reads headlines and tweets and such (I wanted to say ‘whatnot’ there, but my friend Jonathan ribbed me for using that word too much, so I will try and avoid it today). The variants seem scary. The variants seem everywhere. They are like communists in the 1950s. Except they might exist? Well, I mean, the Communists existed too, I suppose, just out of all proportion to the fear. Except the variants are scary. I don’t know where I’m going with this metaphor.
The Variants also sound like a late 70’s proto punk band. I am specifically thinking of the Vapors, I guess, who had a new album last year, which was mostly good, except you could actually hear the aging in the singer’s voice. It’s always weird when that happens.
Anyway I say all that to say that I am maybe assigning too much fear and power to the variants because I am not super well informed, because I’m sick of being well-informed about the coronavirus because just like Trump they took up too much of my brain for too long so fuck that coronavirus jerk. So personally I am scared of the variants and I assume they’re going to screw us all and we’re all in denial, thinking this thing is about over. This includes me, I am also in denial and thinking this thing is about over. Also a thousand people died of the coronavirus yesterday. And the day before. Etc. etc.
So maybe that Dead Can Dance show is optimistic or maybe it’s realistic. I can’t tell.
Oh also my mom and I had another doctor’s appointment this weekend. I know, right? She has a good PCP. Anyway, while we’ve found some things to fix with me mum, no one knows what’s wrong still, and this last round of specialists was only moderately helpful, so now we go to a new batch. Which means initial consults, then tests the next week, then follow-ups the week after, three more weeks minimum, and hopefully this round finds something. What fun.
BUT. The sun is streaming in through my window now and that is nice. About five days ago I moved Jane’s clamp-on chair that clamps to the counter, in which she eats her breakfast, because due to the onset of spring and the time change, the sun was blinding her while she was eating. But since that day, it’s been like five days and the sun hasn’t shined into the window once, so I am glad today it is finally going to again so it doesn’t feel like I wasted my effort there. Also here’s a picture of my buddy Brown Bear on the selfsame counter.
That guy’s legit, Brown Bear. I took this picture on Saturday, while I was ordering another Brown Bear off of eBay. These things don’t last, they’re like the Dredd Scott Roberts. I think we’re on number 2, we have one as a backup but we could always use more backups and I found a good deal on one on eBay. I’d tell you the exact search term to find this exact brown bear but I don’t want the competition.
Watched SNL last night - the new one and also one from, like, three weeks ago that we hadn’t finished. But it was good we waited because the host was that sexy dude from Bridgerton and Emma just watched Bridgerton and I sat in on the last episode and a half so now I know what everyone is talking about. I mean, it was fine. I cared. I probably teared up at a big speech about love. But, then, the show could be a documentary about sanitation workers and if there was a big speech about love I would probably tear up. No need to spend all that money on fancy costumes and CGI mansion facades. I very much enjoy their current spate of skits involving absurdist award shows - in these cases the Barfly Awards and the Chicken Legs awards. I like it when SNL is surrealist even at the expense of humor sometimes. But, man, Maya Rudolph is hilarious and she makes a great host. Real genius that one.
OK, well, I’m gonna leave you a bit early today. Sorry. I have a lot to do in the next couple hours - two meetings (I have to do one, with a person whom I’ve never met, while still watching Jane I’m sure that’ll go well), and Jane breakfast and my mom’s PT will be here momentarily. I normally like my Mondays to be pretty slow to ease into the week but that did not work out this week. I’m feeling moderately anxious about it at the moment. It is a Manic Monday. But I’ll get through it.
Let’s do a mix. You can tell exactly what day I started working on this mix by way of the “Top Gun Anthem” kicking things off. There are not enough women on this mix. I don’t normally actively work to keep a balance and it usually works out, but this one did not. I apologize. I’m just looking at the queue and the next one is much better balanced, and if I had time I might go and re-work things a bit, but, like I said, stressful day. Forgive me. But, this mix has “Manic Monday” on it, so, you know. Fitting.
OK. Well. Talk soon.
Whoops forgot the playlist link! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2it4tpBNNqB26lIeuDl6Pd?si=1ngSimZcR1yvtscPTx5Wrw
lol, you simply MUST keep taking the drunk late-night notes. then you publish a volume. (isn't kind of fun to *try* to make sense of it?)