What a year for music. More ↠
Not many things affect me on a visceral level like this story of Cecil the lion in Zimbabwe.
Cecil was an African treasure, sometimes called the largest, most majestic lion on the continent. He was an enormous draw for Hwange National Park, a staple of Zimbabwean tourism. And on the first day of July, he was allegedly lured outside his protected habitat and fatally shot by a dentist from Minnesota.
This is an actual conversation that happened and has been edited for brevity and clarity. More ↠
When I was a little kid, I had a recurring irrational nightmare that Toucan Sam was shattering all of the dinnerware in my house, and nobody would believe that it wasn’t me because Toucan Sam is a cereal mascot, and he’s not real, and even if he was, why would he frame you for a random act of destruction? More ↠
Dinner with HA tonight, which means a pile of loose-thought threads are now jumbled in my head like spaghetti.
We talked about the first time you embarrass yourself in front of a crush, and we talked about our desert island bands. But the story he told that struck me the most was about the monkeys and prairie dogs. More ↠
Breaking off another hundo! More ↠
I owe an apology to anyone who’s been coming back to my blog for new posts only to be subjected to the fat, country-fried faces of Toby and Alan. I’ll try to do better. More ↠
Here lie the stillborns, the hooks that never sunk deep enough into me to prompt the proper care and attention to develop.
These are the ones that never got a chance to grow up, mostly for one good reason: They aren’t good enough.
I caught a single tilted vista of Los Angeles in morning light, and the altitude and the sweep of the light gave it a strange appearance of total emptiness, a grid pattern of pale broken structures and rubble, long abandoned, a place of small dry vines and basking serpents. Moments later I got a second rearward look from a higher place, and it was no longer city, but stale pizza sprinkled heavily with chopped nutmeats.
– John D. MacDonald, “The Turquoise Lament”
Never trust a man with two first names. More ↠