Sometimes I suspect that my coworkers and I are merely subjects in a longitudinal study on the effects of strange and experimental new kinds of toilet paper.
I’m watching the Star Trek episode where they pick up a bunch of musical space hippies, and all the songs they sing are like way better than anything Bob Dylan ever wrote.
A hard year for my family has gotten harder. My uncle Rob died today. He made me smarter, funnier, more engaged in music and politics, was an outrageous pain in my ass and an incredible support during awful times. My heart is broken for his 14 year old son.