Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixty: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?

In the interest of expanding my knowledge, I went to a new Costco today. There wasn’t a whole lot of reason other than this other one was exactly the same driving time as the location I normally go to, and I also had to stop at the regular grocery store on the way home and […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Twenty Four: Eras are conveniences, particularly for those who never experienced them.

A word, here, about shared experiences. I looked at Twitter for five minutes today, so obviously I am super-depressed now. Admittedly the combination of snow – well, sort of – and moving stress and everything had me under the gun to begin with, and Twitter was just the proverbial straw, but still. So here’s where […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty Two: You owe me restitution!

A word, here, about changing times. I am not, broadly speaking, a Halloween guy. To be clear, I have nothing against Halloween or people who love it. I’ll do me, you do you, and it’s all good. Go on out there, wear your costumes, have a good time. It’s just not for me. I started […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Sixty Two: There are a few addenda, some provisos…

A word, here, about locking things down. After finishing Utopia Avenue last week, my Random Book Selection Machine tossed up Under The Lights And In The Dark, by Gwendolyn Oxenham. It’s a book about the experiences of women’s soccer players in the US and around the world. Surprising hopefully no one by this point, being […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Fifty Five: If we could read the script of the future, we’d never turn the page.

A word, here, about turning the corner. I read a book today. Not JUST today. But I started a book last week that I FINISHED today and that is, not necessarily extraordinary, but it’s good news. Utopia Avenue, by David Mitchell. It’s great. Loved it. 4/5, would read again, if I ever reread anything anymore, […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Forty Seven: Trust what you dream. Not what you think.

A word, here, about professional jealousy. There have been a somewhat surprising number of positive changes in my life since the start of Coronaworld. There have also been a number of negative changes. That’s anyone, I think; I’m certainly not special in that regard. And I like to think that most of them are universal. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Forty One: Give me your hands, if we be friends.

A word, here, about new perspectives. I finished the first Sandman audiobook today. There are major, major, MAY-FUCKING-JOR spoilers for The Sandman beyond this point, so if you have not read it I implore you to stop now and wait for tomorrow’s post. And to also go read the Sandman. Though the audiobook is, let’s […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Twenty Seven: I never made one of them do anything.

A word, here, about the perils of ignoring history. Whenever I’m gone from my house for longer than a day, when I come home the same thing always happens. Because I live at an intersection of two one-way streets, in a maze of one-way streets, and because it is only really effective for me to […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Seventeen: I’m not an agent, I just write books for the CIA.

A word, here, about hard decisions. In the face of an imminent move, or at least nearly imminent, imminent in geological time, I’m starting to accelerate my decisions to reduce the number of things I own. This process started four years ago when I helped Nick and Reg move. Bear I mind, I have no […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Seventy Two: Call that job satisfaction? Cause I don’t.

A word, here, about towels. Today is Douglas Adams’ birthday, or as it has come to be known among his followers, Towel Day. For those who may not be fully cognizant of what I’m talking about, an excerpt from the Guide: A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker […]