It occurred to me a couple of weeks ago that I'm a morning person. I never really thought about it, but someone was bitching about morning people, and there was some discussion about what it means to be a morning person, and I realized that I am. I always wake up early, on my own. …
Continue reading Rise and Shine, Eat Oatmeal, Be the Best Beck
I have all these mysterious bruises. I think there are two kinds of people, generally: people who get mysterious bruises and people who know the source of every bruise they have. The latter group will bump their arms or legs on things, develop bruises, and then say, "Ah. I got this bruise when I bumped …
Continue reading And Then I Said, “You Should’ve Seen the Other Guy!”
The world these days changes so rapidly. Pandemics and civil unrest in the macrocosm; the year is more than half over now, and we're still in the center of a global health crisis. George Floyd didn't make it to the six-month mark, but his horrible death created a firestorm that spurred nationwide conversation about racism …
I busted out my AlphaSmart a couple of days ago when, in a fit of claustrophobic anxiety, I almost made the ridiculous purchase of a Freewrite. In case you aren't aware, a Freewrite (previously called a Hemingwrite and changed because.... reasons) is basically a digital word processor with an analog feel that costs about $500. …
So I've been to my office twice in the past... *looks at calendar* three weeks. Working from home otherwise. We have a new dog in our house, a little bit of cabin fever, and so far *knocks on wood* no COVID-19. Practicing law remotely is strange. I can't explain why; most of what I do …
So I haven't written in a while. The last time I wrote, there was no apocalypse, and now there is. Surprise! I started to feel like I had a cold on March 15 (BEWARE THE IDES) but I went to work on Monday. That was before everything went into complete lockdown, but it was already …
Continue reading Social Distancing Day 7: Harder Than I Thought.
Thanksgiving was nearly a week ago now, so I feel like it's just a little too late to address it, and that's precisely how I do things. I'm of two minds about Thanksgiving. The minds are thus: It's rooted in colonialism and genocide, as most people know. We came, we saw, we ate their food, …
So the Summer of Dying continued. My dear friend Ashley lost her dear friend Dylan, who was a sixteen-year-old dog, but was also a strange and interesting guy who liked to stare at you and chomp his teeth silently. He left her heart and home empty, like Cali left ours. It's a tough emptiness to …
Summer is supposed to be a time of life and youth and fun and sun and vacations and all that shit, but for me, it was the Summer of Dying. Some stuff happened that I won't get into here, but that was compounded when my car got rear-ended and my house was damaged by the …
So my sad personal issue has resolved itself, only to be replaced by others, but that's fine. Such is life. What are you gonna do? It is what it is. How many other stupid platitudes can I fit here before I start hating myself? I'm out and about with the hubs today. I have freelance …
