010 ❖ i'm le-tharr-gic

every week there are things I’ve noticed and want to hold on to at least for another week, and this week it’s…

◆ neurodivergent causality, which sounds way smarter than “retracing the steps to how tf the shredded cheese ended up in the freezer”

◆ “Conflicting Ideas” by Tragedy, specifically the thundering viking stampede of the first 30 seconds, the only sensation to get me adequately hyped for such events as “moderately contentious Zoom call”

◆ Traitors Season III, the platonic ideal of garbage TV, which, via almost assuredly surveillance-fed-algorithms has brought this incredible stream of consciousness about the horrors of work expectations post-3:00PM from Gabby Windey’s podcast to my Internet doorstep, reminding me that we really have to let the silly billies in

◆ co-op grocery stores, plant nurseries, farmer markets, and all other places of life-giving commerce that remain while I wait to stop making excuses not to go

◆ last but not least and moreso buried at the end because it’s harder and headier, everlasting safety: in our home with our 5-person-too-big-to-call-little-anymore family, in my mind (sometimes), in the places that were afforded me when I was little and our family didn’t have a lot, specifically the camp in the Adirondacks where my (late) Great Uncle Dave took us on boat rides, held court while we all played a then-20-year outdated version of Trivial Pursuit and made pancakes that looked like a head-on view of a moose’s ass with crispy batter droppings to complete the picture, a reminder that as material comforts feel at risk, care is really all there is, and that the effects of care and affordance of safety can last decades if not a lifetime, all of the reminders that we are, as much of the time as we can muster, good.

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that’s it for this week 🤍