Keeping It Down
August is a slow month. Not for me, but certainly for this site.
Do I want to write about the election? No. Have I jumped on a chair in reaction to Paul Ryan? No. Do I especially care who wins in November? Not really (though it'll be Obama).
You see my dilemma. Sure, I could opine about numerous topics. I could even get retro and write satirical, whimsical posts. But I'm just not feeling it.
Part of it is me finishing this manuscript. Part of it is social fatigue. There's so much partisan noise, so many ugly opinions, that I prefer to pull back.
Do any of you ever feel this way?
The Summer of Death recently added Robert Hughes and Mark O'Donnell to the pile. I've enjoyed much of Hughes' work, though at times his art critiques were too conservative for me. And I'm bored with older white men trashing what they consider PC. Fake heroics from a privileged perch.
O'Donnell was a noted playwright and humorist felled by a heart attack. He was only 58. I have friends who knew him well. He came to my Mr. Mike book party and asked me to sign his copy. He was friendly in an odd way. I wasn't sure if he was putting me on, but in those days I drank gin. That shit fucks with your head.
I'll return relatively soon. Until then, follow my Twitter feed, and try to be nice to each other. Aloha.