The mosquitos, who never really came in full force this summer, coming back with a vengeance.
How they penetrated my innermost sanctum: my drum booth.
The crack in the toilet bowl that looks exactly like a smooshed/fossilized dragonfly.
The weird combination of ‘80s dance sounds and high-passed, tinny electric guitar on Prince’s Dirty Mind (thanks Ridley).
Learning about the difference between “hermeneutics of faith” and “hermeneutics of suspicion” and thinking that both concepts can apply to dealing with trolls/politics. Then, the phrase: “ya gotta get hermeneutic on their asses.”