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First reaction to Wilco cruel country: the artwork is ... like my grandma's table doily. But my grandma didn't have a table doily.

Finally - finally getting around to dropping of M's returns. Foundation inspection. Going over full inspection report again. Costco trip. Which Costco will be closest now? Analyzing all my latest tweets. Soccer lunch at the newly opened McD's play place. Which is just ... WHUFF.

Checking out DVDs from the library is much more interesting and exciting to all the kids in my family except for the 13 y/o. The little ritual of inserting the DVD. The annoying ads and menu navigation - it's all gravy to them - interesting and novel - even if the exact same show is available on streaming whatever.

I just told F “I’m thinking about taking you and lw to Costco to get hot dogs for dinner” - and his immediate response was “I want to go there TO GET SAMPLES. I think about going there TO GET SAMPLES every day.”

My brain — consumed by chatter, clatter, and whatever is the matter — can't know how to start anything but the next episode.

Here is a thing that just happened: my 2 y/o engaged the Echo to "play," as he often does. It chose to play "Music by The Replacements." Then I said, "This song hits daddy right in heart of all my feels." Then everyone wanted to turn the song off immediately.

I wish that more people just ordered black coffee at every coffee shop. Save everyone lots of time.

Maybe most specifically the tech talk and Apple nerd sphere of shows. I appreciate that community and I'm not going to abandon it. But it's dawning on me how vapid and repetitive most of it is. Year after year the same discussions over and over.

I can feel myself moving away from podcasts. Dare I say my dependence upon podcasts to get through the day. This has been an ongoing concern passed down from my window cleaning days, working outside and invisibly and alone.

I don't know when I'll be able to move past knowing that many thousands of people carry on life as if they believe "a thing" (could be any number of things ... let my readers fill in the blank) - when in reality their motives are entirely cynical and selfish.

I finished Leviathan Wakes today. Absolutely flew through it. I never noticed or cared the leaps of logic that Miller makes along the way that don't add up. Just a wild ride of a book.

I'm sure a part of the reason I dug into Station Eleven so hard was because it took place in Chicago. I had a long held dream, even through high school, to live in Chicago. We took annual trips there growing up. Also Mackenzie Davis was in one of my all time favorite shows, Halt & Catch Fire. Which I might be ready for a rewatch of.

I've been preoccupied with a section of twitter that is focused on gender, specifically issues of masculinity, and gender roles. I can't stop looking at it and I don't know why. I want to say that the men inhabiting these spaces are attention seeking and wrong in what they're doing, and that the way they're proclaiming some partial truths about Jesus and Christianity are harming the church.

But I don't know how to articulate this. My brain can't coalesce around a central idea to pick at. I need to find a way to slow it down and pick it apart to tease something out. It all seems to go along with a right wing political attitude that brings with it all of the weirdness you'd expect. And it's also very agrarian and rural and backward looking. It feels like a retreat to more a more black and white era.

Walking Sherman. I saw two houses next to each other both running their AC. Come on people.

Of course the tailor for Tarrey Town has to be from the lady village. What Gordon could possibly mend clothes, with those giant hands.

I want you to be amazed by me - but there's nothing amazing to see or hear or feel. It's a cluttered kitchen counter of a man.

Grocery store feels apocalyptic this morning. People remember the great blackout and freeze of 2021.

S11: the way the past is so real to us. The way we are present in the before and the now and the future all at once. And not present also. Withholding our presence to protect our fragile selves.

s11: When spring comes We're going to run out of food. Then whoever's left is going to want to fight each other. We have to get out of here. This can't last.