Feeling pretty defeated today. My ongoing illness isn’t helping. Nor is the media coverage of global and national events. Boston wtf? The day of the bombings Patton Oswalt’s message provided a good boost. And it was curious that as the news of the tragedy was breaking it was through twitter, and not mainstream media, that people urged caution in an attempt to curb bad reporting and wild speculation. We still don’t know what happened. Just that it was awful. All we can do is react after the explosions, talk about the history of the Boston Marathon, about the people who watch marathons and the people who run in them.
I’m trying not to be too distracted by it, or to despair. Attempting to stumble along and find something pleasant to be distracted by instead. Five good things:
- Whenever I feel overwhelmed I think of my happy place. More often than not that happy place is Iceland. I would love to go back. I’m especially tempted to go in June. All Tomorrow’s Parties, my favorite music fest ever, will be held at Ãsbrú (the former Nato Base) in KeflavÃk. With Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds headlining. It’s like this festival was designed for me.
- The Oatmeal to the rescue, as always. “Why the Mantis Shrimp is my new favorite animal.”
- Until yesterday I had never heard of William Tyler. But I spent a good chunk of last night and this morning listening to his music and it is gorgeous stuff. He’ll be playing in town next week. If I’m feeling better by then I may have to check it out.
- Not a “happy” list item by any means, but a powerful one. Two different but very effective hard-hitting ad campaigns in favor of gun control (which I am in favor of, obviously).
- Saturday is Record Store Day. Some great events are happening locally, though the outdoor block party is likely to be chilly with yet another wintry slush storm headed our way. The indoor night show is a better bet.
Saturday morning I’m looking forward to taking my son to a bar. To Icehouse MPLS, specifically, to enjoy the music of Dreamland Faces - pictured below - covering the composer Alec Wilder while old school cartoons are shown on a big screen. Should be fun, if my surly teen son is still into that sort of thing. We’ll see.
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