We took the dachshunds on a brief excursion to Caesar Creek today, so they could have a chance to stretch their stubby little legs and frolic on the beach. The sky was overcast, and if we were there to hang out on the beach, it could almost have been chilly. But for walking the dogs along the edge of the water, the slightly cool breeze was perfect.
The dogs had themselves a fine time, and then had equally fine naps on the way home.
I’ve been largely quiet on social media about the murder of George Floyd, the protests against police violence, BLM, and the like, because, lord knows, the last thing the world needs on this subject is the opinions of me, another middle-class white dude. But I wanted to share a video that is honestly one of the more affecting things I’ve seen in a while.
In seven minutes, Kimberly Jones gives a passionate and powerful accounting of where this country is at in regards to racial inequality and injustice, and the ugly history of how we got here. It’s tough to watch, but necessary.
If you’re white and want to be an ally but don’t know where to start, Vox has a pretty good interview with several activists about how you can help. Also, if you have the means, there are a number of organizations and efforts in support of black lives that you can donate to. Here’s a list.
MyFitnessPal tells me I have 877 calories to go today. Totally disrespected that limit tonight.
Our local Mexican restaurant was insanely busy on Cinco de Mayo, so we reluctantly stayed away that day. Great news for them, not so much for us. (We survived.) So this year we instead celebrated Siete de Mayo, and it was wonderful.
Not pictured: the second margarita. It’s been that kind of week.
Quarantine looks continue to evolve, perhaps inevitably, towards peak dystopia. Or, as a friend pointed out, steampunk Indiana Jones.
I was largely out of commission the last ten days or so. It started with a headache a two days after Easter, persisting for several days, until it transformed into a stomach flu for most of last week. By Friday I was starting to feel mostly human again, and was able to work. I’m not usually this prone to being sick, but the last six months have been rough. Fingers crossed I’ll be able to go for more than a month without some part of my body crapping out on me.
My last week consisted mostly of sleeping and watching a ton of movies, usually mixed together, which felt a little hallucinatory. Watch 20 minutes of a movie, fall asleep for 30 minutes, watch another 15 minutes, fall asleep again, then wake up as the credits role. Insert new movie; repeat cycle several times a day, for several days in a row. A bunch of movie scenes jumbled together in my head with a litany of bizarre dreams, some of which were inspired by the movies. “Hallucinatory” is not far off the mark, I think.
The plan for this next week is to reset, fitness and diet-wise. Onward and forward.
I bought ROMANTICO!, the latest album from Even in Blackouts, last year, listened to it once, liked it, then forgot about it, because it’s on Bandcamp, a service I generally forget exists. Anyway, lately I’ve been using Bandcamp more to find haunting ambient music to quarantine with, and rediscovered ROMANTICO!. I have now listened to it every day for the last week.
I am terrible at writing about music, so I’m not even going to try. What I will say is that Even in Blackouts perform a unique flavor of acoustic/electric pop-punk, and make songs that will stick in your head for days. ROMANTICO! is their first album in ten years, and is just as good as their previous work, if not better. If that seems like it may be your thing, then give them a listen.
Also, look at that fucking gorgeous cover art. How can you not want to own it?
Sarah brought this clever short movie to my attention. It helps that I’m a sucker for JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS-stop motion skeleton monsters.
It’s not easy for a movie-star to age – especially when you’re a stop motion animated skeleton monster.
Phil, once a terrifying villain of the silver-screen, struggles to find work in modern Hollywood due to being an out-of-date special effect.
From my local Mexican restaurant: a bottle of Patrón repurposed as a hand sanitizer dispenser.
Been a quiet weekend. We made pills yesterday and and sat around reading a bunch. The last week was another busy work week and in general a bit of a struggle, though we did do a happy hour thing with friends on Wednesday, which was a welcome relief.
Currently reading: Just finished CHANGES in preparation for the newest installment of The Dresden Files, PEACE TALKS , due out in July. About to start the next (for me) Jack Reacher book, TRIPWIRE. Such is the state of my attention span during all this shit that I am having trouble focusing on anything more complex.
Currently watching: Doing a rewatch of VENTURE BROS, somewhere in season one, which is uneven but fun. Finished STAR TREK PICARD, which managed to stick the landing for the most part. The other night we watched THE MALTESE FALCON. It was good, although I think I prefer Bogart as Philip Marlowe to Sam Spade. Which reminds me that I still need to order THE BIG SLEEP.
I ordered face masks from Etsy last week. Because I’m me, I tried to find some that had a little style to them. The real question is, should I also order a set of goggles, to really complete the early-days-of-dystopia look?
I was reading Julian Simpson’s excellent INFODUMP newsletter this morning, and came across a new-to-me word: overmorrow. Here’s how Julian used it:
And we have to remember that there is an “other side” to this, an overmorrow where we step back out into the world and the shops are open, and the cafes and bars and museums and galleries, and we can see our friends and family and put our lives back together…
According to Dictionary.com, overmorrow is defined as “the day after tomorrow.” The word originated in the 1500s but generally fell out of usage at some point thereafter.
I just started week three of a four-week round of prednisone to treat a thing, and it’s been playing hell with my ability to sleep, and my appetite. Today, for instance, I was wide awake at 4:30am and willing to commit bloody murder for a stack of pancakes. I had a yogurt instead and logged onto work at 5:30am, which my primitive brain was sort of meh about.
Very glad to have this week be nearly over with. Tomorrow my plan is to nap as much as I want, and annihilate some pancakes, of course.