3 things for today

1 - This Harper Reed episode of Track Changes is delightful, especially the stories he tells about his parents and the way he talks about dealing with stress at work (“I just love that strife!”), a response to chaos that has never once occurred to me in life but has since proven legitimately useful.

2 - “By contrast, the closest thing I’ve seen to a disaster outdoors was when my brother sliced his fingers on an open blade while reaching into my backpack for some wieners. We were about to cook them on a small (and illegal) open fire on a beach in western British Columbia. To get to the hospital we had to climb a few short crags over knee-high waves. He ended up with five stitches.” – James Somers @ Outside, via Craig Mod

3 - I don’t know, it’s Saturday. Have a beer. Take a nap! Do whatever you want!

# - My dog comes home tomorrow. Maybe they trained him to cook dinner.

3 things for today

1 - This just in from SarahB:
BETTY BUCKLEY PERFORMING @ CAFÉ CARLYLE NEW YORK CITY | MARCH 10 – 21, 2020

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3 - “Don’t Hesitate” — If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. — Mary Oliver

Checking in from camp

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My friend Denise calls him the Forrest Gump of dogs; i.e., likely to wander, well-intentioned but oblivious, into the middle of international incidents.

Ahem

I have some things to say, finally, as the brain fog lifts and the long slog through my least favorite season nears its inevitable yet welcome conclusion.

A - My dog. I love him so much. He’s consumed my entire life but he teaches me endless lessons (every mistake he makes is my mistake) and brings me—truly—boundless joy. He is the best thing I’ve done for myself in years.

B - Also: drugs. I got the anti-anxiety medication the same week I got the dog, so I can’t really separate one from the other. They both make me tired and they both help me chill. If forced to choose I would choose the dog, but this isn’t [insert name of your chosen dystopia]. I’m from America, I can have it all.

C - Kim’s Convenience. I would shout this from the rooftop if I thought anyone would listen. Watch it! It’s from Canada.

D - The Reddit Puppy 101 board was a true savior to me during the first 2 months of puppy ownership, but there are also a lot of dummies out there. No you can’t let a 9-week-old puppy wander around alone in your house and expect it to behave like an adult dog with full control of its senses or bladder. It doesn’t have any! For fuck’s sake! Get a goddamn crate!

E - Maybe it’s not necessary for me to blog anymore. Maybe it’s okay if this part of my life is over. I’m tired of internet thinking and internet writing, and trying to cram my experience inside of it, of packaging my life into palatable pieces of content for an unseen, unknowable audience. Maybe it’s time to just…let go and move on. I don’t know yet. We’ll see. TBD!