I run around Queens.
I had my dad send me his old roller skates. Soon I will do that.
I'm trying to chill; it's not my native setting.
hoarding writing utensils. If I see a pencil on the floor it's going in my pocket. Unless it isn't sharpened. Then it's staying right where it is 'cause nobody's got time for all that.
wearing Crocs. They're insanely comfortable. They're also hideous.
biking to places, even when the temperature is prohibitive and I get sweatier than is socially acceptable.
In books, movies, and TV, I gravitate to schadenfreude, dystopia, and organized crime. Also, I am a bottomless pit for stuff about corporate scandal or financial crisis.
In books, non-fiction is my safe place. I'm wary of made-up stories; the crazy stuff happening on earth is past anyone's imagination. But I have been blown away by fiction.
Music lists are ridiculous. I am blown away daily by songs I haven't heard, new and old, all genres; music is life. Prince is both my gender and music hero. Pop music is all that matters.
The actual lists, in the prescribed order:
A Team of Rivals, 1984, The Foundation trilogy, Harry Potter, The Picture of Dorian Gray, A Song of Ice and Fire, A People's History of the United States, The Big Short, All the Pretty Horses, The Smartest Guys in the Room, The Selfish Gene, The Body Keeps the Score, A Conspiracy of Fools, Fermat's Last Theorem
The Big Lebowski, Goodfellas, When Harry Met Sally, This is Spinal Tap, Groundhog Day, Boyz N the Hood, Aladdin, Fargo, Adaptation, Wayne's World, Back to the Future, Network, No Country for Old Men, Sicario, Whiplash, The Big Short, Nightcrawler
The West Wing, Arrested Development, The Larry Sanders Show, The Wire, Louie, 30 Rock, Friends, Breaking Bad, True Detective season one, Silicon Valley, Big Bang Theory, The Great British Baking Show, anything on public TV about how non-human creatures perform amazing feats
Prince, Paul Simon, Aaliyah, James Blake, Chance the Rapper, The Replacements, Future, Robyn, Roxy Music, David Bowie, LCD Soundsystem, Van Morisson, Girl Talk, Motown, "Don't Let Go" by En Vogue, "Dance Hall Days" by Wang Chung, "Hysteria" by Def Leppard, "Moments" by Tove Lo, "She Sells Sanctuary" by The Cult, "Get a Job" by the Silhouettes, "Tenderness" by General Public, "Kiss Them for Me" by Siouxsie and the Banshees, "Hypnotize" by The Notorious B.I.G.
I'm coming off of a pretty serious Seamless addiction. Youtube is teaching me how to cook. I'm trying to stay gluten free because it works. I've got breakfast and lunch down; dinner is my Everest. I'm eating a lot of nachos, but I make them myself and they have at least five ingredients, so by my own metrics I'm doing...okay. In an ideal universe I'd be vegetarian because good vegetarian food is the best, but that's some zen-level cooking and I can barely make nachos.
I'm still trying to finish an issue of the Economist. I've been trying for years, but I just can't seem to get past the eighty percent mark. I will do it. After that, I will finish a New Yorker.
Netflix. In twenty years people will be uploading their brains to Netflix. I'll be on the fence about that.
If it happened in the 90s I'm probably into it. Especially if it's hip-hop, or video games, or pop music in general, or pizza Lunchables.
Until way too recently I thought John Fogerty was saying "Yay me."
Something to read
Dancing terrifies me. I love it, but my skills are...not great.
I can't stop editing this thing. I'm one sentence away from perfection. I can feel it.