mata insectos voladores.

(sigh) This is the "not-dead" update.

Party, party, party! We shin-dug this weekend. Adri came in from out of town, there was a flurry of cooking, many many fine folks dropped in, and we all got drunk and stayed up too late. There were fireworks and babies born. We celebrated independence, when we weren't busy being horrified at the future of the SCOTUS.

Today a group of like-minded folks got together downtown to rally about the kind of Supreme Court justice we want to have next. There were funny misspeakings and a couple of odd remarks from the men in charge. I saw a friend of a friend that I met this weekend, and remembered her name (this is a SUPER-BIG thing for me!). But I walked around lost for the first half of the rally since I don't navigate the loop like anyone else I know, and wound up feeling all disconnected and alone in my protest, despite all the friends and colleagues present. Blech.

Jess Klein is a good show. Reading while on a hamster wheel at the gym is really difficult. I've done some critical re-reading for the next Harry Potter book, but I didn't pace myself correctly and I have almost TWO WEEKS before I get to read the next one. And all of this flotsam makes me wonder: what does my life mean nowadays?

There. The sweetened-condensed update. That should be enough calories to hold me a couple days. (sigh)