Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Ten: This is water. What I want is the ocean.

A word, here, about paying attention. Every day I inch closer to not living in Northeast Philly anymore. It’s true that the first week of this project has not exactly gone swimmingly, but it’s going nonetheless. Eventually I will be the very first person to spot an apartment listing online, and get my email in […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Eight: In a real magic act everything is fake.

A word, here, about revolutions. I watched Wandavision this morning, and like most of the world I was blown the fuck away by it. As yesterday, there are major, major, MA-HAY-HAY-JOR spoilers for Wandavision below, so please don’t read any more until you’ve watched episodes 1 and 2. Still here? Okay. I literally do not […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Fifty Eight: And if she doesn’t bend?

A word, here, about things being a little too real. I’ve been watching The Crown every day over my Thanksgiving staycation, but I don’t think I’m going to continue. It isn’t that The Crown isn’t good. It’s great. And it’s not that I’m not enjoying it. I suppose I am. The show is so, so […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Fourteen: There’s a difference between feeling good and feeling alive.

A word, here, about following things to their logical conclusion. I finished The Haunting of Bly Manor last night, and as such I’m probably going to cry myself to sleep every night for about a week. There are spoilers – not major full-blown ones, but spoilers the same – for the end of Bly Manor, […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Nine: I’m like Gatsby but without the problems.

A word, here, about useful daydreaming. Last night, Kevin asked me, “have you seen this West Wing on HBO thing?” I had not. In case you haven’t seen it either, here it is: I saw this and was immediately possessed by a warm, soothing feeling on hearing the theme music. As the intervening decade and […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Forty Five:I’m sure glad we didn’t turn into mindless zombies.

A word, here, about prognostication. There was a discussion about the Clone Wars, today, of which I was a part. The folks who are triggered by that don’t need to bail. I’m not going to talk in detail about a Star Wars cartoon. (Not today, at least.) But some curious issues arose from the discussion. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Sixty Three: You can’t start a fire sitting around crying over a broken heart.

The Bundesliga, and by extension sports in general, came back today. I was sitting here playing Arena this morning when the game came on, and I turned it on in the background but didn’t ever look at the screen more than once, when somebody from Dortmund scored. At halftime I just turned the TV off, […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Fifty Three: And as the sun would set you would rise.

A word, here, about Westworld. This word will also have spoilers through the end of season three, so bail now if you must. I haven’t COMPLETELY shut down my TV watching the last seven weeks or so. I have been fitfully keeping up with Westworld, in part “fitfully” because I would go weeks at a […]