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I have about half an hour before a Zoom convo with my local peeps, so thought I would actually write this post I've been thinking about.
I've been to the grocery store 2 days ago, so I reset the clock on feeling like I'm sufficiently isolated and won't get the Rona. I did go out with a mask (quickie handmade one which worked quite well-at least as far as I know) and nitrile gloves which I'd bought for hair dyeing. They were counting people who went inside, so it wasn't a traffic jam. Other than me there were only about 4 people who were wearing masks.
My class was this morning, discussing 2 books. I was still having a fair bit of problems focusing (again) on reading, so I ended up reading like a maniac yesterday, finishing the book I'd gotten from the library before they shut, and listening to the other on scribd. Both were books in verse: Elizabeth Acevedo's The Poet X, which I liked a lot, because it pinged with a lot of my feelings and memories about being a writer in my teens. I ended up tweeting a little fangirlishness to the author as soon as I finished it. The other, which was only available in text in an excerpt, I listened to. Great reader, though the visual effect of the poems was mostly lost. The reader did try to get some of that across. That was Skila Brown's To Stay Alive, a cheerful little book about the Donner Party. (Who doesn't love a party?)
I have 2 to read for next week, which stunningly, I've started on. The one I've started is Wolf by Wolf, author tk when there's not a cat on my tit. It's kind of an alternate history thriller involving nazi experiments on a young girl, which I first thought "Ooh, I don't know about this," and then I thought, "EXCUSE ME, WORLD'S BIGGEST WINTER SOLDIER WHORE?" What can I say, I'm a complex person.
So I've been meaning to write about this comedian I discovered recently via reddit, Daniel Sloss. I love the way he structures his act, and the stuff he gets into, which is quite serious and profound. But saying what each show ends up being about in order to rec one completely blows the effect, which is to smack you in the face with a dead mackerel of a topic while you're still being amused. Even that almost feels like too much to reveal, but you'll probably forget it while you're watching. His first two specials are on Netflix, and I'd seriously suggest watching them in order because the seconds spoils the first. I was hella impressed with those very profound sets, and watched the third on HBO, and holy shit, was it amazing. If you really prefer having content warnings, message me and I will tell you, but if you don't tend to look for them, you'll likely appreciate what he does. I will say, he says so much of what I want a man to say about the topics he speaks of, and he very much strikes the right tone, at least for me.
And my Zoom is about to zoom, so I'm off for now.
I've been to the grocery store 2 days ago, so I reset the clock on feeling like I'm sufficiently isolated and won't get the Rona. I did go out with a mask (quickie handmade one which worked quite well-at least as far as I know) and nitrile gloves which I'd bought for hair dyeing. They were counting people who went inside, so it wasn't a traffic jam. Other than me there were only about 4 people who were wearing masks.
My class was this morning, discussing 2 books. I was still having a fair bit of problems focusing (again) on reading, so I ended up reading like a maniac yesterday, finishing the book I'd gotten from the library before they shut, and listening to the other on scribd. Both were books in verse: Elizabeth Acevedo's The Poet X, which I liked a lot, because it pinged with a lot of my feelings and memories about being a writer in my teens. I ended up tweeting a little fangirlishness to the author as soon as I finished it. The other, which was only available in text in an excerpt, I listened to. Great reader, though the visual effect of the poems was mostly lost. The reader did try to get some of that across. That was Skila Brown's To Stay Alive, a cheerful little book about the Donner Party. (Who doesn't love a party?)
I have 2 to read for next week, which stunningly, I've started on. The one I've started is Wolf by Wolf, author tk when there's not a cat on my tit. It's kind of an alternate history thriller involving nazi experiments on a young girl, which I first thought "Ooh, I don't know about this," and then I thought, "EXCUSE ME, WORLD'S BIGGEST WINTER SOLDIER WHORE?" What can I say, I'm a complex person.
So I've been meaning to write about this comedian I discovered recently via reddit, Daniel Sloss. I love the way he structures his act, and the stuff he gets into, which is quite serious and profound. But saying what each show ends up being about in order to rec one completely blows the effect, which is to smack you in the face with a dead mackerel of a topic while you're still being amused. Even that almost feels like too much to reveal, but you'll probably forget it while you're watching. His first two specials are on Netflix, and I'd seriously suggest watching them in order because the seconds spoils the first. I was hella impressed with those very profound sets, and watched the third on HBO, and holy shit, was it amazing. If you really prefer having content warnings, message me and I will tell you, but if you don't tend to look for them, you'll likely appreciate what he does. I will say, he says so much of what I want a man to say about the topics he speaks of, and he very much strikes the right tone, at least for me.
And my Zoom is about to zoom, so I'm off for now.