Okay, I’m having a good few minutes, Folks.
So, let’s see if it lasts until the end of this email.
At this moment I am watching a YouTube video of Heart performing ‘Stairway to Heaven’ at The Kennedy Center for some kind of Led Zeppelin thing and Robert Plant is crying. It's making me cry. I guess that’s where I’m at in my life. I’m crying because an entire orchestra and choir is joining in at the end of the song. The fast part. The part where we all had to stop slow dancing in a circle and start dancing regular in a darkened gym in seventh grade.
Okay. Couple minutes in. Still ok.
I really am on a rollercoaster every day. I assume most of us are. There are a lot of hours in the day when your options are limited and you aren’t going too many places. The days go on and on. Did they add hours to the day? Does time even matter anymore?
I hear a lot of concern about how this is affecting kids in terms of breaking up their education and lives. What about us middle aged folks? A kid is losing a year in the middle of whatever developmental period they are in. I get it. It’s sad. They’ll be behind in the part of life that is planned for their development. I’m just losing time. Fortunately, time is losing its importance in the micro, in the life.
Seriously, though, there’s a big problem with the big picture. In the macro we are all running out of time. We are careening towards a clusterfucking shitshow of an election and an ecological, economic, cultural disaster in the middle of a fucking plague that more and more people are taking less and less seriously. Some days I want to check out. Sometimes I am able to check out. But I always end up back in the present with waffling faith that anything will be even a little ok. I want to disappear into a fantasy that my brain churns out every day. It’s just a place where things are ok. Nothing special. Just okay. Maybe even just the life we had before or some semblance of that. Maybe that with fewer people. Fewer dummies. Maybe in another country. Just. Okay.
Twelve minutes in. Not great.
Buster Kitten is doing pretty well. He looks for Monkey sometimes and it kills me. I’ve started to obsess about his health now. He almost died of renal failure from some plant toxin when he was younger . He seems okay. He’s getting fat and seems to wheeze a bit. I dug up a laser pointer but I don’t know if he can handle it. He’s fat and he’s too smart. He was a good memory. He’s not smart enough to know that he’s chasing a red dot but his memory is good enough for him to keep looking for it after an hour has passed since I had it on.
Coming to the end. Little better.
I watched the Rush doc on Netflix. It made me respect them as artists but did not make me want to re-listen to any of the music, at all. I like the fellas, though. Willful, persistent nerds with a vision. Usually that only matters in science and animation.
Today I talk to Kerry Washington about ‘Little Fires Everywhere,’ NYC, Lynn Shelton and other things. On Thursday you can hear me and Kieran Culkin have a loose, fun talk about all kinds of shit. Good stuff. Great talks.
Enjoy!
Boomer, Monkey and LaFonda live!
Love,
Maron
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