There’s no such thing as too many books…until you have to move them all. Oof. Ow.
But! After a full day of emptying out one storage unit, packing stuff into a U-Haul, driving over the mountains, and packing half (non-books) into a new smaller storage unit and half (books) home, we are now finally entirely _done_ with Ellensburg!
Happydancing will commence when we have the energy to move again.
And if that upsets you, especially because I used such uncouth language, and we on the left must not stoop to such levels if we want to avoid alienating people, read this Twitter thread and re-think your outrage. (And if it didn’t upset you, read it anyway, because it’s a good thread.)
I haven’t been posting quite as much lately because I’ve been a little overwhelmed by all the absolute shit our country is in the middle of, much of which is deeply, sincerely morally reprehensible to me, and I haven’t known what to say about it.
So, right now, this is what I can say.
Fuck Trump (and everyone who supported him then, and supports him now).
Book twenty of 2018: Underworld, by Greg Cox. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Neat long look at how Netflix is doing what it’s doing in The Netflix Binge Factory: “Netflix is hiring everybody in and out of Hollywood to make more TV shows than any network ever has, and it already knows which ones you’ll like.”
The book After Man: A Zoology of the Future imagines what animals might look like if humans went extinct, and absolutely captivated me when I was a kid. Neat to see a new edition is being released. Recommended!
To my friends old and new, family born into or chosen, and loved ones however defined: you’re valid, valued, and loved, and my world is a better place because you’re in it. I hope you can remember that even when it’s tough, and that you’re around for a long time to come.