A Momentary Respite from Dread

Hi Darling Ones, The unbearable heat and humidity in Minnesota has broken, which means we can have the windows open and not want to die of sweat-induced crankiness. Thank to a cool breeze, open windows, and Liz Phair I got a momentary respite from the dread. Frankly, I’m a little surprised I was awake to experience it. I don’t know about you, Darling Ones, but my reaction to having my…

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Stalling

Dear Darling Ones, Would you be surprised to know that 82.9% of the time I type “Darking Ones” on my first attempt? It’s like how when I had a co-worker named Doug I always, always, always typed “Dough” first. In fact, I typed dough when trying to type that sentence. I frequently type my own name as Jodio. What is that? It’s me stalling, I guess. {{{{{{{RECORD SCRATCH}}}}}} I started…

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The COVID Diaries: Will the Game of Allergies or COVID Ever End?

Hi Darling Ones, I didn’t start having seasonal allergies until I was in my mid-30s. It feels like a ripoff to develop them at that point in life. Shouldn’t allergies be something you’re born with? I thought I won some kind of genetic lottery until that weird spring of 2000-aught-something when I was convinced every other day I was coming down with a cold. My boss, JTo, listened to me…

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Hard on the Heart & Soft to the Touch

Hi Darling Ones, A few years ago I read Maggie Nelson’s The Argonauts. I can’t remember the full context of the essay anymore, but at one point Nelson is writing about “The Shining” and how the woman Jack Nicholson is embracing goes from pretty young thing to putrid old crone in an instant. She says of the nameless character, “She did not get the memo about being beyond wanting or…

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Writing Checks My Ass Cannot Cash

Hi Darling Ones, This afternoon I told a couple of clients I wouldn’t be available on Monday because it was my birthday and my sisters are coming to town. That’s when it really, truly hit me that god willing and the creek don’t rise, I’m gonna be fifty years old on Monday. 50. FIIIIiiiiIIFFFFFFfffffttty. Five and zero. I do not feel emotionally prepared to be fifty. I’m way too immature…

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The Singalong Songs are My Scriptures

Oh, Darling Ones, I don’t have religion, instead I have rock & roll. This is not a new thought. It’s a recurring theme in my life. Sometimes I wish I had religion. I love religious symbols and iconography. I like some of the stories. Most of the people I know who really study religion on both an intellectual and spiritual level are some of the smartest people I know. Sadly,…

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Big Believers in Doing Nothing

Dear America, I cannot with you anymore. I am hopeless and hapless, and that was before I learned twenty people were killed with a gun today at an elementary school in Texas. Eighteen of them were children. Last week a white supremacist with a gun murdered ten black people at a grocery store. In the last two years one million people have died from a disease we refuse to do…

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