It’s four in the morning. Can’t sleep anymore. Might as well blog. Blog. That is not a pretty word. “Write” is prettier.
When the “debate” ended, I was shaking. My heart was pounding. I mean REALLY shaking. Not sure I ever experienced that before. Frustration, anxiety, screaming at the TV. I haven’t read or seen any commentary.
How many of you also watched it alone? Quite a few, I bet. I had arranged earlier to talk with my friend Jerry afterwards. …
I have developed a habit of watching the opening monologs of three of the late-night shows — Trevor Noah, Steven Colbert, and Seth Meyers — before I go to bed. They are all totally political, and I usually learn things. Plus all three amuse me.
But I rarely laugh. I’m just not a big laugher. I don’t know why. …
I cannot tell you how happy I am that the statue in front of the American Museum of Natural History IS GOING TO BE REMOVED!
When I lived in New York City from 1996 to 1999, it was in an apartment on the Upper West Side, not far from that gigantic institution. So I walked by this statue often, and I could not BELIEVE that it was allowed to continue to stand there, reminding us of the dominance of the Great Inventor of the Stuffed Bear over lesser clothed lesser beings.
I used to complain to people: “Why can’t somebody do something about this? Can’t all the black activists and all the indigenous activists get it removed??” …