“The real question is less philosophical (Are you willing to ‘cost your constituents their lives’?) than practical (What is your tolerance for some uncertain number of additional deaths against some certain benefits of resuming regular life?).”
Goodbye, crazy city Goodbye, ugly pride. Shadowy companion Goodbye, crazy city We sure had a run. I really thought i’d made it In the days when i was dumb. I thought you were my cradle; You held me in your hands, Squeezed out every penny, Then you cut me loose and ran.
“So given that I know what’s wrong with me, I’m going to try to let myself cry and sleep without judgment. I might also indulge in some extra food and drink because maybe you can’t reason with your body, but you sure can drug that bitch. I’m not going to watch John Krasinski’s feel-good-happy-times because those don’t work for me, but I’m not going to begrudge others for doing so (although I do still side-eye the Jack Ryan show). Our new normal is that everything is abnormal, and my new okay is that I’m not okay. I’m not okay, and I’m fine with that.”
Smile when we need it Crying in the corner Out of sight out of mind Feel like a devil In the midst of angels Baby, no one’s doing fine
These are children riding naked on their tourist pals While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room Talking ’bout his family and the cold back home
“But the dancing plagues aren’t the only form of dance the Black Death inspired. Following the devastation of the Black Death, art and allegorical literature took up the theme of dance as well. As early as 1424, we find artistic renderings of the Danse Macabre, also known as the Dance of Death. In the Danse Macabre, Death, depicted as a dancing skeleton, leads people from all walks of life in a final, fatal dance to the grave. Despite one’s wealth or power or lack of either, all must join in the Danse Macabre.”
Lets do it Lets dance Lets dance across the floor Yeah lets do it Lets dance Lets do it some more
“That kind of naive optimism in the face of encroaching disaster is a pitfall of owning a human brain, several experts on the psychology of risk perception told me recently.
People have trouble appraising exponentially growing problems, seeing exactly how they themselves might be affected, and understanding the best way to help when disaster arrives. Our brains aren’t designed to anticipate threats such as pandemics, which allows the tiny, brainless pathogens to get the upper hand as we fumble along.
The only way to counteract these biases, experts say, is to prepare ahead of time. Which is, alas, something the United States also failed to do.”
Tell you once, I’m gonna tell you twice Everything that I do, Watch me, Heed my advice
It’s a dull, cloudy day here at Rancho DeNada, partially because of the weather.
That’s the gun range. Which I rebuilt after some assholes destroyed it. Picasso said every act of creation begins with an act of destruction. Maybe so.
Let’s tear some shit up.
Delaney wants to rescue old dogs and keep them out here on the farm. I told her one old dog out here waiting to be rescued is enough. Maybe I need one of those posters. It would look something like this. And sound something like this.
I can hear the Chuck-will’s widow over by the corner pond. He hangs out over there, I hang out over here. Sometimes we hear each other. I heard the coyotes earlier. Again.
I momentarily forgot how much I dig Jimbo Mathus‘ music. Then I heard this today.
Come find me, and we’ll have a good ole time.
I can’t even imagine what the end of this COVID-19 situation is going to look like. I’m not even sure how I want it to look.
“Oliver made sure to tell her professor her parents were divorced prior to introducing the two. The mother-daughter duo did a practice run before the office hour call to make sure they executed the plan smoothly.”
Girls with curls and big long locks And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks Walking high and mighty like she’s number one (She thinks she’s the passionate one)