This weekend has been an emotionally charged one but I’m wending my way through the weirdness. Only time will tell if I am making sound decisions. Significant moments like these somehow make me feel like I’ve been the victim of time dilation. The rest of the world is rushing on, in fast forward, swirling around me while I remain stationary. Like I’m 35-going-on-15. It doesn’t seem possible that my son will soon be turning ten. A decade! Or that my brother Tom has been gone for twenty years, as of yesterday. TWO DECADES. And he experienced so little in his eighteen years. It seems like I’ve been taking on life for the both of us. Which makes me feel better about my habit of living in the moment, and seeking out the fun. Like right now. Rather than tackling more of the mundane, I’m about to embark on a neighborhood walkabout with the boy. Who has already told me where he’ll be taking me for dinner, on my dime, for Momz Day. Later on a friend is joining me for Mogwai with the most excellent Women opening. And I might just be able to squeeze in a few more episodes of 30 Rock before then. It’s a lot but it’s never too much. I plan to keep living every week like it’s Shark Week.
Bonus: I love what goes on inside Isabel’s brain. A decorative plate featuring a blinged out squirrel? YES! Speaking of amusing animals, Fuck You, Penguin is still going strong. I particularly like this smiling stingray (”stingrays forget their name is a dead giveaway”). And what the hell, a giant soft-shelled turtle.
Plus: Friday fun featured a Thai Mojito dress rehearsal at Clockwork, followed by Charles De Gaulle’s farewell show, with Falcon Crest aka Falcon Breast and Meth & Goats.
And: The original home of Literal videos.
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I love Shark Week. Ive only missed two years of it in the 21 years or so that its been on. I was 7 when I watched it for the first time.
Nice! Sadly it’s been something like 18 years since I lived somewhere with cable, but I do try to catch some of it at other people’s houses.
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