Card of the day: Five of Wands
Currently listening to: Chris Canipe, Monuments
I went to bed last night after staying up to watch the Patriots beat the Chargers to move on in the playoffs, and by “went to bed” I mean had fits of rolling around, then crashed for an hour, then dreamed about how I was supposed to perform in a concert and didn’t have my music prepared or rehearsed and was in my underwear in the middle of a field about ten miles from home. So your boy is writing this post on one hour of sleep and all the strength God can give his soul.
But the Almighty doesn’t need to give me anything, because a) I don’t believe in God as a singular entity, especially not the one most monotheistic religions depict as male, and b) God needs to send their power elsewhere. The good people of Minneapolis have fought all week to keep their city safe from ICE, which is both an occupying force of brutality and mindless violence and also a collection of the stupidest minds America has to offer. They will shoot and kill anyone who gives them even the slightest dirty look, but they will slip on black ice and get their cars stuck on hills in the snow because they don’t know how Minnesota winters work. Violent, evil, and stupid makes for a terrible triple threat.
This weekend was therefore a big F for me in terms of trying to stay off the feeds and get productive, as I was tuned in too much to the Battle of Minneapolis and trying to track where the masked-up goons might travel next, in case I had to turn out to warn the locals. Also, football was on, as were the Globes. Panem et circenses, you know. Suzanne Collins’ horrific vision of future America rings louder than ever.
I did, however, make plans to spend time with friends throughout this week, and my wife and I have a date night planned to visit this nearby Szechuan restaurant with spicy bacon edamame that whoops ass. And I did eventually get some creative work done through finishing up my Start-Track articles where were due, including one about Monuments, an album from Missouri songwriter Chris Canipe. He distills the current American moment into music so well; it reminds me of something in between Bruce Springsteen and Matt Nathanson. Definitely worth a listen if you need a spiritual pick-me-up.
That’s all for now, I think. I have no intentions of getting any actual work done today, so I am going to clean my house and wail on the guitar until dinner. Be well.