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.
saving shards of Dial soap too small for shower duty and using them as hand soap. There's usually a pile of them next to my bathroom faucet. Gross? Maybe. Most people never see it; I've got a bottle of Ms Meyers stashed away for special events.
ordering from Amazon in ridiculous excess and missing the return deadline. I somehow ended up with like fifty roles of paper towels. There's a roll in every room. Again, when I need to create that illusion of normalcy for my guests, I've got toilet paper, but paper towels are my new normal.
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, non-fiction is my safe place. I'm wary of made-up stories; the stuff happening on earth every day 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 Selfish Gene, The Body Keeps the Score, A Conspiracy of Fools, Fermat's Last Theorem
The Big Lebowski, Goodfellas, 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 grain free because it keeps me relatively good looking. 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/vegan because good vegetarian/vegan is the best, but that's some zen-level cooking and I can barely make nachos.
I finally finished an issue of The Economist. I skipped a few of the letters to the editor, but it still counts.
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 other things that are amazing, like pizza Lunchables or the Always Coca-Cola jingle.
Until way too recently I thought John Fogerty was saying "Yay me."
Something to read
A device for writing
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.