Morning Ritual — 1.31.22

The world is going in a very tragic way because of the lack of culture.
I concluded life had taken their sweetness from them.
I’ve only just begun to penetrate the layers.
This right-wing freak-out over what they claim is children becoming indoctrinated with ideas about racism or homophobia feels like a new McCarthyism.
Most have had it up to here with the performative shenanigans of people hellbent on filling the obnoxious-viral-video-sized holes in their lives. It also taught me one truth that remains in this divided nation of ours: People love librarians and you DO NOT mess with them
You start a new year and you look at what you got going on and you think, all right, I’ll write a couple of books this year maybe.
Derived from an earlier work for the stage, “Floe” “spotlights climate change, extreme weather, vanishing ice, denialism, bodies of water and, ultimately, bodies.
I don’t always get it right.
The mirage preceded the image. America was there to hide the fact that it never existed. Was the president of the United States for real? Being an actor, Reagan seemed like a real person, but he was beyond fiction and reality, beyond good and evil. He was his own pure simulacrum. Ordinary people were no longer themselves either; they were being emptied out. While the poor had been tossed onto the streets, and so disappeared from social discourse, the non-poor cheerfully signed on for voluntary slavery. The “assembly life” replaced the assembly line.
Smart app-controlled, 100% waterproof, premium medical silicone — this vibrator has it all.
If that doesn’t make sense to you, welcome to the new economy.
Much of that has to do with psychology and tapping into a collective desire for shared experiences at a time when many people are feeling disconnected from others.
One witness said that Fluke-Ekren told her crew that “she considered any attack that did not kill a large number of individuals to be a waste of resources.
A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.
Once the meat was cooked to my requested medium-rare, the server cut it into thin strips and placed it on my plate. I sprinkled a slice with sea salt and took a bite. I closed my eyes, and for a brief moment, I lost myself in the seemingly infinite complexity of dry-aged beef.
I think they’re all beautiful, but I wouldn’t want to have one in my bedroom at night.