As much as I'd like to use the global pandemic as an excuse for not updating this blog, I really can't, because I've had ample opportunity. The only thing that guilts me into updating is when I look at my Instagram metrics and see someone has visited. This is bad and I have to do better. I have not been doing very much, mostly because the world has kind of come to a screeching halt. The one thing I have done is make a one-page zine a day. Sometimes they are fun, and sometimes they are personal, but I do make one every day. I have been staying home, although that will change later tonight. Staying home has been ok fine. I think this is mainly because most of the people I know are also staying home, and so they are on Twitter all day. But also, I've been confused by people who are complaining about needing things to do. There are so many things I could do with this free time, but I am doing maybe 2% of those things, and the rest of my time is spent, like, cooking and reading. And I am okay with that! I am not bored! I actually don't remember the last time I was genuinely bored. I suppose I just got it drilled into me that if I was ever bored that my Mama would find something for me to clean. Sometimes I wind up ruminating on something that I don't mean to ruminate about, and it gets me a little agitated. This tends to happen while I am doing chores (usually washing dishes), and I think it's because when I wash dishes, I put on my little walkman radio and I wind up getting annoyed at the commercials. So now I have started listening to this YouTube streaming station instead:
I've also started putting it on as something to sleep to, and it is good for my mood. (I started by listening to the station that was "beats to study/chill to", but sometimes it would be too jazzy for me.)
Today was a low-key kind of day. My roommate and her boyfriend came over for a while, and we played some Beatles RockBand. I started a new book, titled Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead. It is strange and unusual so far. I'm not yet sure what it is about, but I'm having fun. Other reads: - I started Gringos by Charles Portis, but I got about halfway through and there was no plot to speak of, and I didn't care for any of the characters, so I just returned it to the library. It was giving me the same feeling that I had when I was trying to read The Goldfinch. I do think it's interesting when books are plotless like that, though, because it's so similar to real life. I just wish novels that did this also had characters that weren't terrible. - Just finished Are Prisons Obsolete? by Angela Y. Davis. This was really good, and I read it very quickly (and took notes). Despite having many prison pen pals when I was younger (see previous blog post), I have been really ignorant about the prison industrial complex and crime and punishment in general, so this was eye-opening and shocking. It's especially wild to read this and then see people on Twitter out here assuming that prisoners can "sign up" for what basically amounts to slave labor. But okay. - Recently read Black Hole by Charles Burns. Dire, but beautiful. Just gorgeous. I managed to pick this up before our library closed due to the pandemic, and I'm glad I'm stuck with it. Really wonderful black and white ink work. -Re-reading: Affinity by Sarah Waters. I'm honestly not prepared emotionally to re-read this. But I am doing it anyway. I haven't read it for a while, and I remember the very basics of the plot (including the devastating twist at the end). Re-reading this book is my emotional equivalent of a Hero's Journey. That's all for now. Unlike everyone else I know, I haven't taken this time to watch anything. That will probably not happen unless I get sick. Stay safe! Stay home! Some people can't do either.
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