The last week was a bit under a cloud. I always intend to get taxes done by the end of February, but usually find myself scrambling as the days climb into mid-March. Iâ€™m not sure why we itemize deductions any more â€“ royalties and outside writing income have been pretty underwhelming. But thereâ€™s something I find strangely enjoyable about looking through a yearâ€™s report on each account and seeing all the stuff I spend money on. I remember reading somewhere that Virginia Woolfâ€™s husband Leonard did not keep a diary, but his detailed records of household expenses could be considered just as revealing. Tons and tons of takeout – thatâ€™s what my ledger shows for the past year.
Feeling â€“ Stop Asian Hate
Iâ€™m feeling so alarmed and heartbroken. Really feeling the pain of friends and people I look up to in the wider community as they talk about what theyâ€™re going through, their fears, and their experiences. Inadequate though my little gesture is, itâ€™s still worth saying I stand with AAPI against Asian Hate.
I have lately been really into â€œ1491â€ by Navy Blue, which I heard on Pitchforkâ€™s â€œBest New Musicâ€ on Spotify.
Also been listening to â€œMoonwalking in Calabasasâ€ from DDG with Blueface, Drakeâ€™s Scary Hours 2 (great to work to, since it feels vaguely auto-pilot). And for something completely different (thanks to one of my brotherâ€™s playlists), Iâ€™ve been playing a lot of soft rock from Ambrosia.
Judas and the Black Messiah. Aside from just being a super compelling story, this movie had some of my favorite actors. Iâ€™ll watch just about anything with Lakeith Stanfield in it. And Jesse Plemons reminds me of Philip Seymour Hoffman â€“ mesmerizing no matter what heâ€™s doing. Dominique Fishback was new to me, but I have a feeling sheâ€™s only getting started. This movie has a great soundtrack, too, with one song, “Deep Gully” by the Outlaw Blues Band, which I had never heard of but instantly recognized from something more my era, Cypress Hillâ€™s â€œWhen the Shit Goes Down.â€
The Eighth Detective by Alex Pavesi. Enjoyable, terrifyingly clever, with some very talented pastiche of Golden Age detective novels. I can see this being very satisfying if you enjoy puzzle mysteries and the gorgeous island setting doesnâ€™t hurt, either. Iâ€™m in awe of this kind of plotting and twisting, especially since Iâ€™m terrible at it.
Took a great walk with friends along Wildcat Creek Trail on a moody Sunday afternoon. We saw cows, got rained on, and I made very minor contributions to a discussion of the current NBA season.
Not very much because of taxes, absolute squalor in the house, and hiking commitments. But I did find this odd note on my phone: what you learn about characters from how they act when they try to fight the fact that their world has changed. Now if only I can go back forensically into my thoughts and figure out which character I was thinking of and what I meant by this.