Issue 0016 of MacroParentheticals is on its way to inboxes; the week is done / the week begins. Back to work.
Main thing keeping me from using iA Writer as my main online writing tool: unlike Drafts, the sync between the phone, tablet, and Mac, is excruciatingly slow. Drafts is almost instantaneous. I’ll stick with iA Writer for unplugged, long-form writing, and Drafts for online writing.
Daily running route yard signage report for 08aug2020: 110 houses, 7 Tumor/Pestilence signs (+/-0), 0 Biden signs (+/-0); 86 days and 12 hours remain until the 2020 election.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Of Bricks and Hyperglycemic TimeTasks.
Daily running route yard signage report for 07aug2020: 110 houses, 7 Tumor/Pestilence signs (+/-0), 0 Biden signs (+/-0); 87 days and 12 hours remain until the 2020 election.
A tow truck towing a school bus greeted me at the outset of the morning’s run. An ominous - and appropriate -symbol of the upcoming Back-to-School: Plague Edition disaster in real-time about to unfold.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Year 39, Attained.
Evidence of Jorkie approval.
Backyard patio work continues with couch placement (The Jorkie approves of her new guard/barking station as does The Morkie of her in-ground pool) and fire pit prep. And now for more bricks.
Daily running route yard signage report for 06aug2020: 110 houses, 7 Tumor/Pestilence signs (+/-0), 0 Biden signs (+/-0); 88 days and 11 hours remain until the 2020 election.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Fortnightly Adventures in Cyborg Sleep Deprivation.
Daily running route yard signage report for 05aug2020: 110 houses, 7 Tumor/Pestilence signs (+/-0), 0 Biden signs (+/-0); 89 days and 12 hours remain until the 2020 election.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Of Systems Thought About So I Don’t Have to Have More Thoughts About Them.
Links, 04aug2020
How the Pandemic Defeated America, via The Atlantic.
Wong Kar Wai Sets ‘Blossoms Shanghai’ As Debut Drama Series, via Deadline.
This New Jersey Coronavirus Poster Is Freaking Everyone Out, via Bleeding Cool.
The Coronavirus is Never Going Away, via The Atlantic.
What we don’t know about what to expect on Election Day, via The Washington Post.
Thousands of Households Have Received Mysterious Seed Packages. Every State Warns Against Planting Them, via The Daily Yonder.
Trump is resurrecting the census’s horrific history, via The Washington Post.
Daily running route yard signage report for 04aug2020: 110 houses, 7 Tumor/Pestilence signs (+/-0), 0 Biden signs (+/-0); 90 days and 09 hours remain until the 2020 election.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Once More, with Feeling: I’LL BE GONE IN THE DARK.
Quoted: Nick Cave, 04aug2020
“In my experience, lyrics are almost always seemingly just not coming. This is the tearful ground zero of song writing — at least for some of us. This lack of motion, this sense of suspended powerlessness, can feel extraordinarily desperate for a songwriter. But the thing you must hold on to through these difficult periods, as hard as it may be, is this — when something’s not coming, it’s coming. It took me many years to learn this, and to this day I have trouble remembering it.”
- Nick Cave, in his latest Red Hand Files dispatch.
With the addition of cup-bearing Baby Yoda to my desk, any mental fuckeries can be defused with a glance and an imagined sip of broth.
