Guest post: The world is too much with us
In our relative isolation, there is no escape from the news, viral invaders, responsibility, or ourselves. We are somewhat alone, but never alone enough in the right ways.
In our relative isolation, there is no escape from the news, viral invaders, responsibility, or ourselves. We are somewhat alone, but never alone enough in the right ways.
OK, kittens. I’m afraid I have to be the heavy today. Brace yourselves; they don’t call me Angela The Enforcer for nothing.
Many of you have never seen me. Many more haven’t seen me since March. So, you may not know or have forgotten that I have braces.
It’s all too redundant to talk about These Terrible Times. But what do you do when your particular times haven’t been particularly terrible?
Mama Disney gave birth outside where she had shelter and food, but a brutal heat wave threatened the well-being of this little family. That’s how she ended up in the air-conditioned comfort of my spare bedroom.
It’s a good thing that multiple rikishi can receive the same prize during a single basho. I know you feel the same way.
There are different kinds of tired and myriad ways to describe all of those kinds of tired. Whole body shaking, exhausted to the point of dropping, bone weary, flat out, done in, worn out, fatigued.
We live in a time when it’s utterly unremarkable, coolly commonplace, to scroll past headlines like “How Hatred Came To Dominate American Politics” and “A Caterpillar With Vomit-Inducing Poison Fur Is Taking Over Virginia.” I think we’d best get cookin’.
Actor and singing powerhouse Billy Porter has a name that puts me in mind of entertainment legends Billie Holiday and Cole Porter. I wonder whether this was intentional or a happy accident. Without knowing one way or the other, Schrodinger would accept my stipulation that both are simultaneously true.