She’s headed back this morning and I am quietly digging out from all the different kinds of productivity, and the flurry of new offers, angles, and options presented by that bold and efficient production.

Starting with mere dish-washing, and ramping up in complexity from there.

The new front-runner in the coffee-creaming sweepstakes is called flax milk. Per pot, it has barely 20 calories compared to 360 for real heavy cream (although it does have a carb or two), and it tastes pretty nice. Still in the running: a certain spendy kind of almond milk, and the final experiments with unwatered organic coconut cream.

Do you care? I don’t know. My art is very self-centered these days; quite prosaic in most ways besides.

In some strange not-yet-settled sense, all that feels nevertheless like a moving-forward and possibly even like growth.

Time may tell.

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Can’t vote Trump, ’cause Trump you know; nor Biden because he’s every bit as bad and maybe worse, plus being non compos mentis. Bobby Jr. is compromised by the Zionist lobby and Cornell West, most regrettably, has proven now that he’s at least not serious, and possibly an outright joke (same for dear Marianne, if she’s even still running; honestly I don’t even want to keep track).

That leaves either writing in a dead person (leading contenders at the moment are George Carlin and the veteran, Aaron Bushnell, who set himself fatally ablaze to protest genocide), or just flexing to the Greens one more time.

Jill Stein interviewed by Glenn Greenwald

At least she says the right things, and maybe that would be just a tiny bit better than saying fuckoff to fake-democratic elections altogether. I’ll be turning in a ballot regardless I’m sure, due to one ballot initiative or another,

So.