Grace. The bank is giving us 24 hours to cover the now $85 deficit in the account. Venmo: @C_I_Letbetter. CashApp: $ciletbetter. Thank you for any help you can give.
Sleep. I seem unable to keep my eyes open and my brain functioning. My chest tightens, my head hurts, and my eyes lose focus. Caffeine has no effect. I sit and stare at nothing for minutes at a time. I stumble over cats on the floor. Any appearance of coherence is a momentary illusion.
Birthright. The dumpster fire that is our president-elect wants to eliminate birthright citizenship enshrined by the 14th Amendment. This is no slippery slope. This is destroying the dam. If one can be denied citizenship, all may face the same fate. If one is not a citizen where they are born, do they have citizenship anywhere? Shadows of 1938 Germany are looming large.
Literature has lost a contemporary titan. Nikki Giovani has died at the age of 81. “This country is a land mass that could be called anything, and for people to act like this is some kind of sacred territory is an insanity,” she wrote. She also warned, “The tragic loneliness black women consistently face as we stand before judgmental others—sometimes white, but sometimes black; sometimes male, but sometimes female—demands that we have some wisdom, experience, and some passion with which to combat this abuse.” May the resonance of her voice never fade.
Football’s two worst teams met on Monday night and were “Simpson-ified” as Disney/ESPN/ABC played with near real-time animation of the players. Homer threw a touchdown in the first quarter. Players drank at Moe’s juicestand. Plopper (the pig) became the football in the fourth quarter. The game itself was so laughable that it was frequently difficult to tell the difference between the real events and prepared bits. The ending looked like something Matt Groening himself might have written. I only know from watching highlights. I went to bed well before the half.
