1. I realized today my brain is melting. I read and write every day and walk and talk to people but I am bored out of my gourd. Lord! Endless free time is a bane, brother.
2. I've been reading a lot of poetry since Donald Hall died (it soothes the nerves), and I just came upon this one thanks to Austin Kleon. Following his lead, I printed it out and tacked it to the refrigerator:
Ninety percent of what’s wrong with you
could be cured with a hot bath,
says God from the bowels of the subway.
but we want magic, to win
the lottery we never bought a ticket for.
(Tenderly, the monks chant, embrace
the suffering.) The voice of God does not pander,
offers no five year plan, no long-term
solution, nary an edict. It is small & fond & local.
Don’t look for your initials in the geese
honking overhead or to see thru the glass even
darkly. It says the most obvious crap—
put down that gun, you need a sandwich.
3. My kickass tee arrived today from a retailer of teen clothing:
4. I may also have ordered a microwave egg poacher from a Russian bot: