And I'm down for the count, bedridden with the flu.
Be well, sweetie darlings, wherever you are. 🤒
Love is my resistance.
And I'm down for the count, bedridden with the flu.
Be well, sweetie darlings, wherever you are. 🤒
Temperature: a sunny 5/41 degrees. Where is that Föhn wind we were promised?
Eating: What would go well with some Irish stout? I know, it makes food redundant, but still.
Drinking: see above. Happy St. Paddy's!
Listening: to Trump's regime align with Putin's Russia makes you wonder what the Kremlin has on him. Is it about money and/or other favors owed? Something thoroughly, utterly humiliating? We all know The Donald, like his fellow autocrats, will not be laughed at. Imagine if the fate of Ukraine lies in the hands of a man whose greatest fear is not the destruction of American democracy or the dismantling of decades-old alliances but public, no-coming-back-from-that humiliation. Or is it just a case of sociopath recognizing sociopath? Expansive, extractive, exploitative cronyism?
Watching: In between shows, actually, because of the carnaval break. Any suggestions? (White Lotus is already on my list, and screw you, Max, for the glacial speed.)
Reading: something that'll put me out of work.
Writing: something equaling an attempt to hold onto said work. Decades of studying, honing craft, working, experience, and unique skills turning meaningless and worthless at breakneck speed. Time to go all-out Moomin, then, just plant potatoes and dream? People will always need potatoes, and creatives their vivid minds. Glad and sad I'm not alone, but we do support one another; maybe we'll even start something new together. We've talked about pivoting, all those parallel and possible careers. There's something there, don't you think? This is our cue, I think.
Thinking: please don't let Trump meet with/talk to Putin, or Rubio with/to Lavrov, without adult supervision. No, really.
Feeling: Trump is doing Putin's work for him, at home and abroad, and I don't know which is worse: that he does not understand who he's dealing with and what will follow, or that he's too greedy and corrupt to care.
You can tell a lot about a person, any entity really, by the company they keep, who and what they associate, sympathize, and align with.
When faced with someone or something vulnerable or weak, a normal person feels the urge to help and protect. A sociopath, on the other hand, sees an opportunity to take advantage and abuse. So here we are, having to deal with sociopaths intent on making colonialism and imperialism great again while blaming and punishing the victims of their hatred and aggression.
What they want shouldn't even factor, because they want everything they can possibly get and believe it's theirs to take, forcibly if need be, and if someone gets hurt, well, that's what you get for being vulnerable or weak. It's up to the rest of us to say no, to say stop, to keep reminding the world that fascists and far-right ideas are the losers of history. Every time, everywhere. It's not and never was common sense, it's just the violent suppression of dissent, freedom and rights.
What a time to be alive, dearest denizens, and what a time to celebrate carnaval. Then again, carnival carries the spirit of rebellion and subversion, so maybe it is the appropriate, sane response to insane times.
Off to oppose, sweetie darlings.🎉 See you in March!
Four weeks from now, dearest denizens, carnaval will be in full swing, so start stretching those hips! And hamstrings. Glutes, calves, your back and neck... We've talked about this; you'll get a full-body workout, all in the name of good fun and great music.
Four weeks from now, sweetie darlings, I'll have switched winter for summer. No carnaval in Salvador without Ivete these days, so let's pay her a visit at Farol da Barra, the Barra Lighthouse, not far from where we used to live, and join the warm-up party. Let's go! 🥁