Wow, Wow, Wow -- Friday Night -- If You Came Here For The Bakken, Keep Scrolling -- September 20, 2024

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Friday nights I save for "top stories," but that's such drudgery.

I think this must be the most relaxed, happy, calm I've been in a long time, perhaps in my life, save for those evenings in Yorkshire, England, in the early 2000s. 

The past two weeks .... everything, everywhere happening all at once .... with regard to family, blogging, physical pain (I think the worst I've ever experienced), but no emotional pain (thank goodness), needing to be in three places at one time ...

But now, all of a sudden two hours, maybe three hours of early evening perfectness. Is that even a word?

So, what does one do when in such a state? Start with the best.

I opened the current issue of The Atlantic. This issue is all about Trump. We'll come back to that later. 

But there are a couple of exceptions. One of the exceptions: a five-page essay on Leonard Cohen, or more accurately, an essay on a new biography of Leonard Cohen being released this month, September, 2024. The 500-page book: Christophe Lebold's: The Man Who Saw the Angels Fall.

I read excerpts of the book at Amazon; the first song mentioned: "I Can't Forget" from I'm Your Man (1988). 

I'm surrounded by magazines and books that I've started but only (just started). I can pick up any one of those magazines and/or books and find the spot where I left off and begin reading again. The three books I'm most actively engaged with right now: The Plausible Man; Horse; and, Geniuses At War. There's a fourth, The Annotated Mrs Dalloway.

The YouTube "Leonard Cohen" loop is now playing "The Eve of Destruction," Barry McGuire. 

Creeque Alley. 

Link here.

Creeque Alley.

No more videos.

The YouTube "Leonard Cohen" loop is now playing "City of New Orleans," which leads to the next question, google transportation why is the train the most romantic:

Bob Dylan's "Things Have Changed."

Few poets age as well as Bob Dylan. He got way, way better as he aged. Maybe Leonard Cohen, also.

And now, "Hallelujah," Andre Rieu, 2013. Wow. What a wonderful evening.

My wife asks me what I had for dinner. May is having trouble deciding what she wants. She's convalescing from surgery. I offer her soup. She says she's tired of soup. I said I will get her a grilled chicken sandwich at Chick-Fil-A. She says she's tired of Chick-Fil-A. I said I'm not in the mood for a rotisserie chicken but if that's what she would like, I would get one. Not interested. Then, her favorite: sushi. But not even sushi tonight.

How amazing it is. All the choices, all the options available. 

I have a blog for May, called Mayumi's Moveable Feast.