It’s been raining all day. Like, end of days style weather. This is unusual for Los Angeles. We are used to a light misting of rain maybe six days out of the year, and never together. They usually are spread out between major awards shows and special themed 5K races. I’m from Nebraska. I get weather. I’ve just gotten a lot less used to it in the nearly two decades I’ve lived in Southern California. It doesn’t help that I’m battling two separate leaks in my ceiling.
Monthly Archives: January 2017
I didn’t watch the inauguration. I couldn’t stomach it. There’s civic duty and all of that, but it’s hard to balance that with the disgust I feel toward number 45. I think I’ve been in a low-grade depression since November 8th. I’ve never had outside factors make such a direct impact on my state of being. My brain said ‘we survived Bush, we can weather this’ but with every decision 45 made since that date, it was not only a bad one, but one so completely unfortunate that the idea this was an elaborate prank actually made more sense.
My favorites in music for the year.
Top 10 Albums
10. Radiohead – A Moon Shaped Pool
My favorite films of the year.
Honorable Mention: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story Continue reading
I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions.
I mean, I guess they can exist and they work for some people, but not for me. One, I’ve always eschewed normalcy and tradition. Two, not a fan of typicality. But mostly, it’s the arbitrary nature of it. Why does this calendar number mean you should think about the future and change what you do that’s terrible? Why not, March 29th? Or July twelfth?