Meghan, the bambina, and I watched Hamilton. The bambina loved it until the Hamiltons’ son was killed in a duel, at which point she noped out.
Meghan, the bambina, and I watched Hamilton. The bambina loved it until the Hamiltons’ son was killed in a duel, at which point she noped out.
Sitting in the backyard, listening to birds and Combustication, writing up day 48 of my long walk (Bellême to la Chapelle-Montligeon).
“Federal law enforcement officers have been using unmarked vehicles to drive around downtown Portland and detain protesters since at least July 14.” (Oregon Public Broadcasting article)
Tonight’s kitchen debacle: scaling tilapia, and sending scales flying all over the kitchen.
The dude and his friends have a new insult: “smooth brain”.
Spent an hour and a half talking to college friends, some of whom I haven’t spoken to in years.
Current earworm: “Just a Song Before I Go” by Crosby, Stills & Nash, for some reason.
When leaving the house or saying goodnight, the dude now adds “abolish the police”, like Cato with Carthage.
Now starting How to Be an Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi.
Finished rereading Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. I enjoyed the story, but have mixed feelings about it as a piece of craft; parts felt particularly clunky.
Tonight’s discussion with the dude centered around “How to Safely and Ethically Film Police Misconduct”.
Today’s kitchen victories:
Proud to have shocked and revolted the dude by being older than a teen and using the phrase “sick abs”.
The bambina listened to “The Safety Dance” intently for about 30 seconds, then turned the volume all the way off.
Played Magic with the dude last night. I actually beat him, which is not a common occurrence these days.