i start my morning by walking the dog then sitting to read The New York Times. I had two tear sheets from yesterday’s news. Actually I carried a bit of it in my bath robe because I could not find Duffy’s little blue bags.
The two tear sheets are:
1) an article about how Black Lives Matter had precipitated a shift in newspaper editing style from “black” to “Black” in terms of discussing “race”;
2) Liverpool has won a championship and they have a great Egyptian scorere named Mo Salah and the fans — back in the day but it would be meta-cool to see if the recent broadcasts feature this — would sing chant something based on a James song that was big in UK but not here: the song is “Oh Sit Down” and it is about how if you are feeling suicidal or maybe violent you should sit down with a friend and have some Liptons but not brewed columbine which is likely poison, like the media. In the US for James whose singer is not named James but Zach or Vince or Wyatt or Zlot or Mader or Chuck or Knipp or something Buck or Henry we have, and Matt Nathanson who is not related to Nathan dot com although Nathan’s cousin Josh is related to Dewey Redman who is not Native American although Don Cherry his friend is or was, he only comes when he’s on top, like liverpool. Or liver puddle. Terry meanwhile bought some chopped liver from Wise Sons.
I should mention here that we can trace the Levi’s back six or seven generations to being schutz-juden in Germany and 300 cousins, most of whom were if you excuse the expression meat packers yet we don’t know dick about the Weisses and i suspect that Weiss was something else more Beyond the Pale than German Juden.
So maybe Earthwise is done and I should go all in to the hilt the whole six yards for Lions With Wings or maybe WeissLions with Owlwings. White lions who know and are almost as bookish and weirdly wordly like owls. Whoooo. Whooo. knows.
And that’s just my preamble, beaches.
edit to add 15 emails two posts and three hours later: Black is the new black.