Back on my bullshit. At least, a little bit. This past week, I just refused to let the details of my life slip by. But I did it the only way I can manage right now: Twitter. Maybe it’s cheating; I don’t much care.
Luckily I managed a bit of writing and quite a bit of reading this week. I’ll talk about that in a bit. Otherwise, this might’ve gotten to me even more than it did.
Granted, I am starting to make trips out for routine medical issues now that places have opened up. Still though, the pictures of crowds at bars and restaurants don’t freak me out nearly as much as the blissful ignorance on people’s faces. Which made me ask myself…
If my literal dayjob wasn't in healthcare (admin), would *I* even think there was still a fucking global pandemic going on? #SaturdayThoughts
— Don Pizarro (@DonP) June 13, 2020
The scope creep continues!
The mixer just wasn’t enough for me, so I ordered a ring light which I know is the right thing to do if I want the quality of my dayjob video calls to improve. But why? Why do I want to improve when so many other people — and this is NOT a criticism — seem happy with what they have? When it ultimately doesn’t affect the quality of my work, just the quality of my presentation? Eh, why not?
It’s been a binging week…
- Binge Watching: #BLACKAF — fuck this is a good show!
- Binge Reading Beth Ann Fennelly’s micro memoir collection HEATING & COOLING
- Also, David Lehman’s ONE HUNDRED AUTOBIOGRAPHIES
- Also, Osama Alomar’s THE TEETH OF THE COMB & OTHER STORIES
I’ve decided microfiction/micrononfiction is all my brain can make literary space for right now. And it’s where my writing’s been for the past couple of weeks.
"It looks like a suburb" fucking works for me. https://t.co/JtACQ7XdXV
— Don Pizarro (@DonP) June 14, 2020
That’s about it for this week. That actually felt like a lot of work given my quarantine/world-on-fire fugue I’m in (that most people I know are in). I might fall off the wagon for next week but you know what — fuck it. Props to my therapist for that one! So until next time, kids…
- Black Lives Matter.
- Stay home, or at least wear a fucking mask.