Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty Four: There’s better days shining through.

A word, here, about beginnings. It’s Election Day, and if anyone thinks that in the year 20fucking20 Election Day is actually only going to be one day, well, you know, the world needs ditch-diggers too. I remember on Election Day in 2000, I stayed up to watch the coverage. That isn’t very surprising, as back […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Twenty: Try three Italian starlets wacked out on benzedrine and grappa.

A word, here, about responsibilities. I got the email that my ballot was received and tabulated yesterday, so that seems good. I’m not super interested in talking about the election here. Talking about my particular politics here does not seem like a productive use of anyone’s time. Pretty sure it is very obvious where I […]