Talking to a class of percussion students at Senn High School about drumming, professional playing, and life after high school. I braced myself to be ignored/ridiculed/pied in the face but they were engaged and sweet.
A student with special needs playing badass fills with a drumstick balanced on his head.
Watching Free Snacks’ debut show (download their mixtape, freesnacks.bandcamp[.]com).
Getting rear-ended on my drive home. Sitting in the car, unsure of what to do, in the middle of California Avenue. The other driver being nice and apologetic and reasonable. A piece of her bumper stuck in my bumper.
Dan the bartender gingerly pouring a drink only at the loudest points of a free jazz trombone solo at Hungry Brain.
The poodle with red painted nails at security at LAX.
Remembering that the goal isn’t to hoard everything you have, but instead to spend it at a reasonable rate.
Meeting Casey’s perfect new dog, Basil.
Relocating a beetle from the bathroom wall to the basement garage, a move that upset my mom (does not want beetles in basement) but which technically satisfied her request of removing the beetle from the bathroom.
How I thought I was above my wisdom tooth antibiotic’s [12-27-18] “common side effect” of diarrhea. I was wrong.
The hum of the fridge sounding exactly like “Adam+Eve Connection” by Deerhoof.
FaceTiming Mom from the hot tub at our ridick Airbnb.
The amazing footage of the Captain and Tennille on The Midnight Special.
Being afraid of swirling a spoon in mugs ever since I saw Get Out.
How some might accuse the Left of whataboutism by defending Rep. Tlaib’s use of “motherfucker” with evidence of Republicans’ use of profanity. But it would only be whataboutism if we believed profanity (in informal settings) is wrong and that we ought to direct people’s attention away from our own wrongdoing. We have no such belief. We like swearing (in informal settings) and we know that Republicans do, too. But they claim that they don’t and so we’re speaking out about their bad-faith arguments.
Dave Davies following me on Twitter after I liked one of his tweets (?!)
The monster Wait But Why post about Neuralink, Elon Musk’s brain-machine interface company that wants to give us the intellectual abilities of AI so we’re better able to defend ourselves against robots in the future.
Watching ice cubes melt in a hot water kettle.
Tatsu Ramen in LA’s adorable website and neon sign and great ramen.
Listening to Tea for the Tillerman straight through for the first time and loving it, especially “Hard Headed Woman.”
The NYTimes story about how perpetrators of mass shootings use credit cards to finance their gun purchases (and credit card companies’ bullshit excuses for not helping to prevent or report those purchases).
The under-acknowledged genius of Instagram user takaharu.suzuki.666.
Sitting in Zaid’s 1980s massage chair while waiting for an AT&T repairperson to arrive.
The fake keyboard clacking noises on AT&T’s (and others’) customer support calls. [1-1-19: Apple is the only major corp I’ve heard that tells its callers that the robot on the other end is a robot. AT&T really tries to pass it off.]
The debate about whether we should wish for a moonshot candidate or an appeasement-to-racist-whites candidate in 2020. I don’t want to be naive, but I think a moonshot candidate—a woman of color under seventy with great ideas and a straightforward manner of communicating—would be the more principled option and our best chance at winning because it’s the more principled option. Left-leaning people are tired of settling and tired of making decisions based on what Republicans will let us do instead of what we ought to do. I think we should be unabashedly principled and honest about what we want. 2016 shows us that “electability” is largely a mythical concept, anyway.
New York Times’ amazing, interactive story about the recent Lion Air disaster.
Eating the last of my birthday cake from one week ago.
James Black’s great drumming on “The Hook & Sling” (via Dave).
The 2017 Politico article, “Does the White Working Class Really Vote Against Its Own Interests?” (Answer: materially, yes. Emotionally, no.)
“[…] Black residents in many Northern cities had little recourse but to rent cramped, subdivided apartments in buildings whose white landlords often neglected repairs and upkeep, but the physical decay of their homes fed the white Americans’ suspicions that black residents chose to live in squalor.”
Smelling a fresh turd from Casey’s cat and feeling like it went directly into my brain.
Sammy’s birthday: watching King of the Hill and Tales from the Tour Bus together.
Passing a Peter Francis Geraci law office (in a former Taco Bell) and wondering: do law school graduates choose to work there, or do they view it as the only option when more elite law firms are out of reach? Do they enjoy it? It seems to me, an outsider, like McDonald’s: a service (low-cost, highly available legal help) that only exists because there’s no adequate public sector option, and which can only be staffed because there’s a dearth of opportunity for so many young people.
Vini Lopez’s funky, energetic drumming on Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J. blowing my mind (via Casey).
Drumming with Leonora, the baby of my friend and pseudo-sister Liz.
Wondering about psychosomaticism: At some point doesn’t our cognition get better than our body’s physical knowledge of what’s going on? e.g. Our bodies retain more fat when they “expect” that we’ll have little access to food in the future (based on recent relatively low intake), but since we’re now better able to consciously predict how much access to food we’ll have, why can’t our bodies respond to that info instead of the gut’s crude predictive mechanism?