It began too early and it’s ending later than it should, but I had a good day, that began with having to scrape off the windshield for the first time this winter. And drive. And pull a shift–I taught them the basics of HTML mainly, and mainly they really liked it.
I stopped at the Bathtub for coffee and the Poco for burritos, and drove back in by a non-standard route so that I could figure out if it might be possible to drop the car off for an oil change Friday and walk to where I need to be for two hours. Answer: yes–further than the ideal, but workable.
Then up to the dirt road home, where I salted the earth in the waning of the brilliant sunshine, and curled up to watch and surf into the evening.
The best part of that was the guest on MichaelMoore’s rumble, Ru Paul. I wasn’t impressed by her academic-style smarts , but–she’s obviously way more bright about the money game, and beyond that I was far more impressed than I’d expected by her wisdom.
The basic teaching was about identity, and how it amounts to a fluid lie, and can be used like a tool to accomplish professional and societal goals.
It’s not a thing you hear often, especially from the woke and trans crowds writ large.
It’s the opposite of what you hear, most often.
And my opinion on the matter concurs with hers.
Maybe just maybe that’s the definition of wisdom; insert the wink emoji here.
I was only halfway through the interview when I wrote that, and it got better still.
She says: We fail at Be Here Now, most often, because when we’re Here Now the first thing we wake up to is how unhappy we are. We wake to the pain. Then:
“Sweet sensitive souls gravitate to the irreverent, because the mundane just bores us to tears.”
Then she tells a story about her Dad, talking about how a neighbor got this great job at the Post Office and the benefits were just so wonderful, and she’s thinking ‘Bitch please I was just on Hollywood Squares and you want to tell me about post office benefits’.
I don’t want to ever go on the hollywood-fuckin-squares, but god how I want to escape the endless post office of wage slavery, like so much that it has hurt and sometimes it still does.