As someone who basically doesn’t drink enough to get drunk, I do amuse myself by watching others get to the Vowel Phase. Unfortunately, I usually have to leave the Zoom chat early to make dinner. SP joins in after I’ve gone to bed, but is happy to report to me the next day just how shitfaced everyone had been, and who actually passed out on camera. This is amusing and (in an odd sense) gratifying- I love that people in our “community” feel so comfortable with one another and that another regular activity has become so popular. I know that I greatly enjoy it despite my (relative) sobriety.

Birthdays today include the William Henry Harrison of Russia; a pretty fair guitarist; someone who shows up in every goddam crossword puzzle I try; a vastly under-appreciated pianist; Kamala Harris’s spirit animal; a guy whose movies projected a quiet calm; a pretty fair singer; a very effective legislator, unfortunately; a perfect foil for Clint Eastwood; a perfect foil for Bruce Willis; and the piece of shit who supposedly represents me in the Senate.

 

We have apparently criminalized being a non-violent asshole.

 

No brown M&Ms.

 

More kabuki.

 

White supremacy strikes again.

 

I am absolutely shocked that there’s grifters in high places. Shocked.

 

Old Guy Music is kinda fun. Chick Corea keeps staring at Roy Haynes playing because… well, who wouldn’t? 85 at that time. Fourscore should be heartened.