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Spotted in Portland: a woman wearing a shirt that said

Old Genealogists Never Die; They Just Lose Their Census

In / Balance

In / Balance

Here’s the eponymous track by San Scout, which is gloomy enough for 2017. It’s kind of danceable. But I’m never going to dance again – the way I danced with you, anyway.

The gross gross state of American politics seems particularly unbalanced right now. Gross gross gross.

In the midst of all this, I keep hearing negative things about Gwyneth Paltrow’s, you know, whatever-thing, “Goop”. And I think “WHO CARES!!!!” Who has the negative energy left to SPARE to hate on Gwyneth?? People obviously need SOMETHING to make them feel good right now. At least Gwyneth is promoting reasonably truthful concepts, like:

1. something is wrong with you, and
2. you have the power to change it

If you want to try a jade vagina egg to fix your life – go for it. The ability to try new things in pursuit of a solution is much more important than whether the solution actually fixes you. The pursuit of happiness is a worthwhile endeavor.


In pursuit of my own happiness (always), I watched Get Out. I really enjoyed it. One of the songs in the movie is “Redbone” by Donald Glover and when that song came on, I felt so happy to be seeing the movie and so impressed by it. I had this weird sense of PRIDE. Why pride? I’m not really sure. I had absolutely zero to do with the making of the song or the making of the movie. Maybe a better word is fellowship. I had a strong sense of fellowship encompassing the fictional black hero of the movie, the African-American struggle for equality, and the creatives who made the movie (including Jordan Peele and Donald Glover). I mean, it’s a pretty awesome film that makes you feel all those feels at once.

For me, this was a great example of the uplifting power of art. I’ve written a few blog posts lately that have roughly the same main idea… the Trump administration = bad/sad, art = good/happy. But seeing Get Out made me realize the stuff I’ve been hinting at is actually absolutely true. The American political landscape is beyond bleak right now. It is horrific and tragic. This is having a massive impact on my mental landscape. But when I see a strong creative work, I feel inspired to keep going. The fellowship of the creative truth-tellers is strong and real, and you don’t have to meet the artists in person (or share their race or ethnic background) to be sustained by their work.

Eyelash in the Eye

Eyelash in the Eye

2017 is going to be the year that the 99 problems make it to zine form. I can feel it. It’s happening. Probably.

It would be great to post about something other than politics

It would be great to post about something other than politics

But it’s just all-consuming.

Here’s a good article about “corrosive privilege“, containing a killer Great Gatsby quote.

BONKERS! Dizzee Rascal says it best:
And all I care about is sex and violence
A heavy bass line is my kind of silence
Everybody says that I gotta get a grip
But I let sanity give me the slip
Some people think I’m bonkers
But I just think I’m free
Man, I’m just livin’ my life
There’s nothin’ crazy about me

I like it a Latte

I like it a Latte

Actually the coffee is a flat white, not a latte, because this picture was taken in New Zealand! It is one of my favorite pics from the NZ trip in March. Simon had just found that cat t-shirt at a thrift shop (called an ‘op-shop’ in NZ), and we stepped inside a cafe for a slice of Kiwiana… bacon and egg pie.

This photo reminds me that even though the worst sort of people are attempting to be the boss of America right now, there are still happy moments galore.

AND there’s great television.

I’m loving the Starz American Gods series, based on the Neil Gaiman book of course. I (and many other people apparently) signed up to Starz just to watch this series and it’s so much fun to look forward to a new episode each Sunday night!

The tv series is really highlighting the topic of American immigration, and boy is the timing terrific. It’s almost an antidote to the xenophobic bullshit that’s plastering the airwaves right now. One of the story’s premises holds that whatever people believe in, becomes physically manifest, as a god… believe in Jesus, and he becomes a reality; believe in the Stay-Puft marshmallow, and now a 200-ft marshmallow man is in charge.

This seems like a fascinating explanation of why Donald Trump was elected president. People believed in a heroic, straight-talking businessman-turned political leader, and the power of their belief was enough to temporarily create him.

I haven’t been able to justify signing up for Showtime on top of that, so I’m trying to avoid all news of the Twin Peaks reboot. #NOSPOILERS