All I have wanted to do since Covid lockdown and George Floyd being murdered and all the collective unrest and insanity of the last 18+months is listen to music from the 90s. The subversive political vibe is basically what I need.
The first video is the Beastie Boys on David Letterman in `94, and it’s intense and more visceral than the produced music video for obvious reasons.
It is not surprising that I am listening to this today. Actually, I’m listening to my Coyoacan mix from 2018, which starts off hard with Beck’s Loser. I remember walking through the piss stained streets of Mexico City listening to this.
I’m in a mood if you haven’t guessed.
It’s day 6 of school. Day 6. And I feel like I’m going to have to be America’s Top Teacher every single day.
I thought this year was going to be…easier.
Oh Jen, you’re so funny!
I came home and mowed.
I ate some tortilla chips.
I had a beer.
I’m sitting outside watching the sprinkler while I write this.
I think I’ve finally figured something really important out.
SERIOUSLY. Really, I mean it. I’ve figured something big out.
Don’t postpone joy. Don’t postpone relaxing, having fun, being in the flow, smelling the roses.
Because I promise you there is always work to do and things to accomplish and things to cross off the list.
I’m ready for a little joy. Aren’t you?
Today the joy is having a badass battery powered mower.
Today the joy is watching my dog play in the yard.
Today the joy is I got a decent night of sleep.
Today the joy is new glasses.
I’m digging it.