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Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eight: Is there no light in your heart for me?

Posted on October 8, 2020 by kozemp

A word, here, about getting blindsided. I was having a really, really good day. Here’s something I’ve learned at my new job: when your employer actually wants you to succeed, as opposed to wanting only to extract value from you, work is a very different proposition. Now Marxist though I may be, I recognize the […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Twenty: The best you ever had is just a memory.

Posted on April 3, 2020April 4, 2020 by kozemp

A word, here, about funerals. Regina always describes my grandmother’s funeral as “the only one I’ve ever been to where nobody cried.” That day was also where I learned that the appropriate response to “it’s so sad” is not a Gallic shrug and a noncommittal “eh?” My grandmother’s funeral is a whole other, stranger thing […]