Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty Nine: That part is a little dramatic.

I watched Tenet on Wednesday night, and it was a profoundly frustrating experience. Let’s be very clear about something: much like Black Panther, when it comes to Christopher Nolan I was here before ALL Y’ALL motherfuckers. I was very, very much the cinema art house artiste back in the day, and I dragged half a […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Seventy Eight: This must be southern Vermont.

A word, here, about confusing circumstances. I don’t know what is up with me and Christmas trees. Every year it seems like I take more and more steps to keep my tree alive, and every year it seems like it dies the second after I bring it inside. Being 2020, the inexplicable craziness with my […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Twenty Nine: But you’re wearing lederhosen.

A word, here, about rare occurrences. I’m sitting here in my office staring at this dollar bill that’s been sitting on my desk for months now. I realize that my “office” is the breakfast room, and my “desk” is one of my three dining room tables, but I am more or less a full-on hermit […]