- I miss Mitt Romney.
2. Classified ad for a writer I came across today:
Are you glued to Kylie Jenner’s Snapchat? Can list all of Taylor Swift’s boyfriends?
3. One other thing I hate about summer (not to bore you with it again, but it’s a hatred I go into detail about here, here, and here) is that there aren’t many food choices. What do I want to eat in July and August? Nothing, really. I’ll go through the motions with a salad or a sandwich, followed by a couple of Popsicles. Yay? There’s no joy. In the fall and winter you can eat big plates of pasta and hearty soups and chilis and big chicken dishes and breads and you can actually turn on your stove.
Hot weather is for “eating something light.” Cold weather is for meals.
4. Things I actually have enjoyed this summer: Marshall Crenshaw released a collection of his latest singles that were originally only available on vinyl (with the great song “I Don’t See You Laughing Now”); The Typewriter Revolution, a book by Richard Polt; and American PIckers, the History Channel show where Mike and Frank search the country for cool collectibles. I also finally saw Devil in a Blue Dress the other night (hey, it only came out 21 years ago) and really liked it. Too bad they didn’t make more Easy Rawlins movies.
5. I was trapped in my bathroom for a minute today. The rug outside the door got bunched up and I couldn’t open the door. Not even enough to squeeze through. I had visions of being trapped in there for days, living on only tap water and toothpaste, until I was eventually rescued and became a web meme and an inspirational TV movie was made about me.
At this point I’d probably be played by Jason Alexander.
Current Time: 9:34pm
Temperature: 80 degrees
Feels Like: I’m sitting in hot soup
This is the kind of week made for masochists. Or people with air conditioning. The arrival of night isn’t helping much.
So I’m going to sit myself in front of the fan. New column up at The Saturday Evening Post.
(Part 9 in the continuing series I name after classic monster movies for some reason. Here’s part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, and part 8.)
- Everything is “BREAKING NEWS” on the cable news channels now. And if it’s not labeled that way, they’ll label it “DEVELOPING NEWS” or “UPDATE” or “WE’RE CONTINUING TO FOLLOW….” One of the channels even uses “BREAKING TONIGHT,” which works as both a con to make you think the news you’re about to see is new without actually lying to you. “Hey, we didn’t say it was ‘breaking,’ we said it was breaking tonight!” The networks keep the “BREAKING NEWS” and “LIVE” on the screen all the time, even if what you’re watching isn’t breaking or even live (even during taped segments the channels will often keep “live” in the corner). I wonder if viewers know they’re being manipulated in subtle ways?
When everything is “BREAKING NEWS,” nothing is.
2. It’s the same on social media, in a way. Every single tweet you get is like a little breaking news update, whether it’s news about a mass shooting or a recipe for brownies. I was scanning Twitter the other night (I know, I know) during the horrible events in Dallas and realized I had to get off because all of the news, all of the rumors, the links, the videos, the opinions, the hot takes, the replies, the retweets…it’s all just too much. It’s exhausting mentally and even exhausting physically. Somehow, the more information we take in the less clear things are.
As I’ve said before, I’m not sure humans were made to experience things at the speed of social media.
3. I was watching All The President’s Men on TCM the other night. I wonder if today a reporter would take a selfie with Deep Throat in the garage and post it on social media? The hashtag would be #followthemoney.
4. “We don’t want to speculate…” – people who speculate.
5. Sometimes I’ll be channel surfing, and without warning I’ll find myself caught up in a House Hunters marathon for three hours and I don’t know how it happened.
It hit me the other night, around 1:30am.
There’s a moment when summer just “locks in,” when it’s not simply “oh, it’s summer but the temperatures are still bearable and it’s more spring-like, and you might even need a jacket on some days.” It’s that moment when you realize the humidity is starting to affect you, and you know you’re not going to close the windows until Labor Day (or later) comes around. That happened a couple of nights ago. I was tossing and turning because of the humidity, staring across the room, wondering if I should get up and get out my fan. I didn’t and eventually went to sleep but I’m digging out that fan this weekend.
I’m also sending out The Letter this weekend. THIS IS MY VOW TO YOU. I have envelopes and stamps and everything. I finished writing it this morning and I’ll mail them on Saturday. Again, I thank you for your patience.
Have a great Fourth.
I never really knew my father – he passed away when I was still a baby – so I’d like to thank all of the other dads who helped raise me:
Sheriff Andy Taylor
I’ve been looking over some past birthday posts (like 49 and 46) and I always seem to say the same thing, that I spent my birthday the same way I do the other 364 days of the year – writing, reading, watching movies, eating foods I love – only with more alcohol.
How did I spend number 51? The way I do the other 364 days of the year – writing, reading, watching movies, eating foods I love – only with more alcohol. Specifically, Sam Adams Porch Rocker, a new summer brew.
At least I’m consistent.