Monday: Why don’t you spend a day in complete and glorious silence like one of the stricter monastic orders? I’m recovering from my second round of the vaccine (!!!) and […]
Monday: Why don’t you create a private park in your yard? Now, this suggestion obviously has prerequisites, but by all means turn your balcony into a park. Turn your living […]
Monday: Why don’t you listen to the latest hits from around the world on Apple Music? I didn’t realize there was a top bops chart divided up by nation, but […]
Monday: Why don’t you see if the library of your favorite deceased author is up for sale, scour through the offerings, and then serendipitously buy her personal copy of your […]
In this bizarre post, read about me becoming increasingly suspicious of and enraged by a volcano I believed to be personally victimizing me. Later I come face to face with my soul’s doppelgänger. It was an absolutely normal day.
Mars is 292.5 million miles away and they got there while taking a space selfie, but I have to use my car’s GPS to find even the most obvious gas station. What a strange and wonderful Universe we live in.
Monday: Why don’t you get yourself an absurdly big table to use for folding laundry? The themes of my life last year were: adhesives and excavation. I learned how to […]
The radicalization of white people is a real and present danger. And it’s everywhere in our society. I watched my father begin his descent into its madness two years ago. He was converted into a hateful racist, acted weirdly victimized, talked at length about the death of America, and collected canned foods and bullets to keep him safe when the Liberals finally wrested America from him. Absolutely insane. Blissfully he died before the real mania began. He would have been oiling his guns. These domestic terrorists, even though they’re white, and even if they live with you, they’re building terrorist cells. This is the kind of shit that ISIS does.
Why don’t you remember why you don’t have polio and stop acting like an idiot and get hyped for your Coronavirus vaccine?
Cuernavaca, I realized, walking across the bridge with my fabulous black leather bag with the black leather fringe, was a fantasy. I knew that I loved it — we vibed immediately — and I knew that I never wanted to ever lose the dreamy feeling I had looking at the pastel buildings, the wonderfully old Spanish palace with a Starbucks hovering nearby, the cactuses with their flesh etched and scarred with lovers’ initials, the glorious hills, the sky, the flowers, those whitewashed walls that reflected the brilliant light, that perfect eternal second standing in the Museo Robert Brady, oh just all of it. It’s divine!