I'm not one of these nuts that wants to spread the virus or let grandparents die to "save" the economy. All these deaths from Covid-19 are preventable, and we should do everything we can to save each person. But now is a good time for a little perspective.
With this pandemic, it's morning zoom and night. By that I mean I'm lucky enough to be on non-stop conference calls with Zoom -- the best of the fucked-up softwares that make every virtual meeting feel like it's taking place in a busy bus terminal.
One of the things I like about tennis is the built in "physical distancing." Even in doubles there's 4 people in 2808 square feet.
I don’t need no IQ test to tell how stupid people think I am. I just need the Bear to leave for a few days.
During a pandemic, my bullshit doesn’t always fit. So I found something more profound to steal and put here instead. Thanks for the words of Hope , Stephen.
I wrote this about fifteen years ago but the idea that we be there for one another, that we provide hope, seems even more timely now.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder and harder time with the concept of hope. Read too much. Too many newspapers. Too much internet. Too many news programs. It’s a tough world out there. I hope things will work out but I’m not surprised when they don’t. I hope for the best but I prepare for the worst. Because hope is not expectation. Hope contains a small element of doubt. Just hoping. And hope and faith are not the same thing. Faith suggests confidence and assurance. Yes, it will all work out in the end! Even if it doesn’t. Hope, on the other hand, suggests that the best is not a given, that there is a need for outside intervention and if…
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Talking shit about your "friends" on the internet should be endorsed by the American Psychological Association -- it's a great sanity check.
It is not quite "The Boy Named Sue," but Kieran is fucking close enough.
Let me tell you what will scare the fuck out of anyone with a brain and a sense of history -- a little teeny, tiny book my father gave all his children when Trump was elected.
There are hours (never full days) when I miss being a teacher. Then the Bear tells me "how her day went" and I remember: ohh that shit sucks.
I'm hoping roosters taste exactly like chicken, because my other neighbor just got a Mother Fucking Rooster.