2024.January.Sneezes

You want a fucking outlier? Here's a fucking outlier:

January's sneeze total was 113.

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It stands to reason that the one with the most-ever would be a 31-day month, but this isn't even close to that being an appreciable factor.

I've had only a couple/few months with mid-90s sneezes – only a few at most, in over 4 years. January's was almost 20 more sneezes than that.

And the month started off slow! A few days in, I'd only had maybe one or two sneezes, but then I was assaulted by god or whatever. In one day, I think I had 10 (maybe 12? – it was intense, regardless) sneezes. Nearly blew the damned doors off!

It was wild.

2024.January.Albums

I've been meaning for some time to listen to some 1960's folk albums. My dad loved the music and often played it. Enough time has passed since he died that the idea of listening to them isn't as much of a third-rail anymore. But, still, I hadn't actually started to. Tommy Smothers died in late December and that was enough of a catalyst to start me doing just that. And so I did. Here are the complete albums I listened to in January:

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The Kingston Trio (Live songs) – The Kingston Trio (iPhone)
The Kingston Trio – The Kingston Trio (iPhone)
The Kingston Trio At Large – The Kingston Trio (iPhone)
Here We Go Again – The Kingston Trio (iPhone)
Peter, Paul and Mary, 1962 – Peter, Paul & Mary (iPhone)
Sold Out – The Kingston Trio (iPhone)
Peter, Paul and Mary, 1962 – Peter, Paul & Mary (iPhone)
The Two Sides of the Smothers Brothers – The Smothers Brothers (iPhone)
Curb Your Tongue, Knave! – The Smothers Brothers (iPhone)

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Only 9 albums, but January is always a weird month – holidays and birthday, etc.

Time.Gets.Away

Leaves you with nothing, Mr, but unfulfilled intentions.

Wanted to mention that, as I said on Mastadon, listening to Death Cab for Cutie albums (I default to a handful of albums; it's a bad habit but they're damned good), I noticed "Thank You for Today".

At first I was like, "The fuck is that?" but then I started playing it and shit myself. It came out just before Covid, as I recall, and I listened to it enough times to memorize the lyrics, before completely (somehow) forgetting it existed. So I've listened to it a buncha times since and it's damned good.

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There are other things, too, I want to mention here, and will, as time/motivation allows.

2023.December.Watched

40 shits in December.

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Warriors-Clippers (MacBook)
Pelicans-Kings (MacBook)
Lakers-Suns (MacBook)
Warriors-Blazers (MacBook)
Suns-Warriors (MacBook)
Clippers-Warriors (MacBook)
Warriors-Nets (MacBook)
Warriors-Blazers (MacBook)
The Gold (S01E01-02) (MacBook)
Invasion (S01E01) (MacBook)
Warriors-Celtics (MacBook)
The Gold (S01E03-04) (MacBook)
Invasion (S01E03) (MacBook)
The Gold (S01E05-06) (MacBook)
Invasion (S01E04) (MacBook)
Barbie (MacBook)
Invasion (S01E05) (MacBook)
The Holdovers (MacBook)
Invasion (S01E06) (MacBook)
Warriors-Wizards (MacBook)
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (TV)
Warriors-Blazers (MacBook) 25 Invasion (S01E07-10) (MacBook)
Nuggets-Warriors (MacBook)
Invasion (S02E01-4) (MacBook)
Mavericks-Suns (MacBook)
Invasion (S02E05-06) (MacBook)
Heat-Warriors (MacBook)
Mavericks-Warriors (MacBook)
Nine to Five (TV)

2023.December.Albums

Just these:

A Neil Diamond Christmas – Neil Diamond (iPhone & HomePod)
Ella & Louis Christmas – Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong (iPhone & HomePod)
A Jolly Christmas from Frank Sinatra – Frank Sinatra (iPhone)

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I ended up listening mostly to shuffled Christmas playlists all month (most of the month). And I basically missed Christmas entirely because of the flu.

Next year I'm gonna start wearing masks in fucking July....

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89 albums for the year, including some with multiple listens.

I'm 47

I'm older now, which is new. I'm tempted to say "jesus fucking christ!", but, in all honesty, it is what it is – and increasingly so.

One year near the end of high school, furious that I had to spend my birthday with a buncha hayseeds, racists, and dipshits, I promised myself that, as soon as I could swing it, I'd never do anything responsible on my birthdays again. And, almost entirely, I've maintained that. This time, too.

I love birthdays in theory, but less so in practice. I'm always childlike-excited that my birthday is near, but never really know what to do or how to celebrate when it comes. But the last few have been fun enough, and that's better than no fun enough.

Forty-seven. Zoom.

Bumbling and fumbling

Back when blogging first started, someone pointed out that inane shit (a day's anecdote, say) often made for more-interesting reading that did fully formed essays and such. In that vein, here's one of mine, about a day 19 years ago, that I enjoyed reading again because, inane as it was, it shows an eye-blink of my life I'd forgotten and I'm glad I took the time to write up:

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I went to Oblation [...], but they were closed, which provided me a lovely trying-to-open-a-clearly-locked-door idiot moment. There's a sign, a good-size sign, that reads "The door sticks. Push hard" (or something close to that) near the painted-on store hours. After giving the door a good damned try three or four times, I noticed a small pink sign down in the corner of the door's window that said, "We will be closed January 11th for inventory." I walked away in embarrassed shame.

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I also went to the post office to mail [a previiously-purchased gift for my aunt and uncle who'd just had triplets]. As I was standing in line, I noticed that they have a new Moss Hart stamp. When I got to the teller – who either had to pee or was on some stimulant, because he could not stand still (think: Rodney Dangerfield on speed) – I asked if I could buy a single such stamp, and he told me that one has to buy them in sheets because the sheets cannot be broken. "Okay," I say, "How much are the sheets?"
"7.40"
Figuring I could always use stamps, I said, "Okay, I'll take one of those, too."
"Who is Moss Hart?"
"He was a playwrite."
"Okay. That's what I thought. You're the first person to ask for only one of his stamps so I figured you'd know."

This is what I get for asking an extra question. I thought to myself, "Self, I could get one of those stamps, and stick it inside my copy of 'You Can't Take It With You'." I didn't realize it'd send Hoppy McCantnotmove into a spasm. Seriously, yes or no would have sufficed.

Anyway, he walked over to the wee stamp drawer where they're all kept, and came back holding a single Moss Hart stamp. Someone, it seems, has been breaking the sheets. This made Holy McGodIgottapee unhappy, but it suited me just fine.

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Now I see they have a César Chávez stamp. I wonder if I could buy just one....

Good Names

In ages past, I had a list of nominative deterministic names/jobs examples. I no longer have that list, nor have I attempted to rebuild it, but I should, because there are so many examples and they're always fun. I'm reminded of said missing list by this, from the past:

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My paternal grandmother's dermatologist is called Dr Profitt.

When I was a beautiful boy child, I, my father, and sister used to go to a doctor named Dr Herz (pronounced 'hurts'), and while in the waiting room I heard frequent pages for Doctors Paine and Savage.

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Whoa.

These are not exactly fitting examples, but fun.

Wikiwackiness

Some time ago, after exposure to cats for the first time in all my born days, I'd been wondering what the purpose of purring is, if there's some evolutionary advantage in it. I finally remembered to look it up and found this: Purring also "was a popular English folk sport practiced from at least the 16th century and likely before" whereby two opponents fought by kicking each other in the shins.

The British, man.

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Likely a sign that the cat is contented and is no threat. (For whatever it's worth, kneading, a similarly cat-distinct behavior I was baffled by, may serve an overlapping purpose: to show contentment – but to also prepare a surface for comfort, a partly retained but not-exactly-still-needed action, a "remnant instinct".)

What's good for the market, is good for America™

After John Kerry's defeat for President in 2004, Terry McAullife, then head of the DNC, gave a bland, platitudinous interview saying something on the order of Bush will need to work with Congress and we have to work together, etc., etc. I complained to my father that this statement may have been politically expedient for John Kerry to give, it didn't speak to the moment at all – that McAuliffe seemed not to get it. The failed candidate can say such things, but the head of the opposing party cannot – someone has to provide a clear-eyed and frank assessment of what had been lost and what was at risk.

My father replied:

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"Sure they already have an agenda. Republicans have been planning for this since FDR. Remember that when Roosevelt came into office he had to break the stranglehold the rich had on the country to keep people from starving to death. Everything he managed to do with the New Deal will be reversed or relaxed. What we're going to see is the Anti-New Deal. […] There are two basic views of governance. They can overlap in places but their extremes are perfectly opposed. One is the view that governments have a responsibility to soothe the brutality of nature; that the reason we form governments is to provide a safety net and for that we agree to pay taxes. The other view is that governments should be limited in their abilities and the market should be left to function on its own. The second extreme - pure monetary greed - will now be allowed to function freely. Workers' ability to unionize will be limited; punitive damages will be arbitrarily limited (as has already happened in this activist Court, regarding, for example, a person's ability to sue over first-time excessive discrimination [long example excised]); tax-laws for companies, which are already anemic, will be further relaxed; and everything will be commercialized, including and especially Social Security - which will disappear as we know it. You're right McAuliffe doesn't get it; Bush's handlers now have no limits. And they all agree so there's no hope of repeating Clinton's first two years. Bush is better than Coolidge for the Rightist elite - well, that's redundant - for the elite in this country. Coolidge at least had an understanding of economics. Bush knows nothing, so he'll do and say whatever Cheney et al. want. He's too stupid to think things over first."

I added, elsewhere: Call it the Old Deal, watch the country slip back into our ugly, plutocratic past, and remember: What's good for the market, is good for America™.

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This was taken, give or take verbatim, from a conversation with my dad, which is a dumb skill I have: reciting lengthy quotes from memory. (Someone I kinda online-knew seemed to not believe me, that this was spoken and then written from memory, which is the primary reason I remembered this at all, once I'd posted it. Still don't really understand that reaction, but perhaps she was impressed? She was some type/form/fashion of a journalist – I think. Anyway, odd.)

A key factor neither my father nor I knew at the time, but has become startlingly and increasingly evident with Republican administrations since (W's second, the election of which preceded this conversation, and Trump's in the meantime) is their level of incompentence has, to a non-zero-degree, scuppered the full-enactment of these plans. W, almost immediately after Election Day, failed to enact his plans to privatize Social Security, and his second administration never accomplished much else afterward.

And yet we can see the bones of my father's argument, built and standing, evident in today's USA. They have a long way to go, the Republicans – and have since re-focused their agenda on dismantling American democracy itself to move it all along faster – but what he predicted, while not entirely fulfilled, is evident, about 20 years later, a steamy, festering pile of restrictive and retrograde shit the rest of us have to dig our way out of.