Black Mirror

The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.

I started watching Black Mirror while I was in Brazil. After dinner one night, we decided it was time for some Netflix-ing. I can’t remember if one of us had had already watched an episode, or we picked it randomly. I still miss some things in Portuguese, but I’m working on it, okay?  Continue reading

Twenty-nine

I was at the doctor’s office a few works ago for an annual check up. (For once.) As I sat down with the nurse practitioner, she looked at my chart and announced.

“Ah, I turned 30 last year. That one hurt.”

I must have looked confused because she immediately followed with, “I mean, I don’t know if you think about age like that.” Continue reading

All Singing, All Dancing

I’ve always been painfully sentimental. As a kid, I’d do little things like asking my mother to stop the car so I could go flip a turtle over after it got stuck on its back; I’d probe my grandmother for stories about her life out of an oddball desire to better understand life “back then”; I was prohibited from touching stuffed animals at stores because once I touched one, we had a bond and it would be so sad if we just left it there. (I swear that last one wasn’t an attempt to get more toys, I was just disturbingly thorough in applying human emotions and empathy to all people, places, and things.) Continue reading

Trump City

A friend of mine, and subsequently I, shared this video from the AFL-CIO on Facebook earlier.

I grew up next to Atlantic City in a suburb where many of my neighbors and friends’ parents worked in casinos or in the hospitality industry on the Jersey Shore. Atlantic City isn’t as fancy as New York, but it has grit and history.  Continue reading