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Any of you watching Lodge 49?

I heard about it as a returning show this year and started watching the first season on Hulu.  Now I'm caught up, and this most recent episode, with a flashback thread starring a woman in the 1950s, is really good stuff.

Feels like the show's paying off.  Vs. fizzling.  And it's not like any other show, except in that the theme song is a big like the instrumental part of the Bojack Horseman tune.
 

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Another Tuesday nears its end.

We had our first tai chi session at work today.  We may not be silicon-valley cool, but we now have hula hooping, frisbee, and (for a limited time only) (for now?) tai chi.  Anyway, a person named Wasentha came and got us started.

That was way back this morning, and now it's night, and I can't think of anything else in particular to say.  So goodnight.

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This one's for you, kishenehn.


 
 

Well, that's embarrassing.

On first glance I thought the Google doodle today was Wayne Newton.
 

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(in this case, [a screen showing a post of an image of] a postcard of a photograph of a carving of a painting [of a legend of an event])


 
 
The Washington Post has just written to tell of city guides, and Baltimore has one, and I can really feel changes in the city, having clicked to get an idea.  Most strikingly, there's a cafe not far from the Gertrude Stein House, in what used to be a "drug containment zone," and the house itself looks all fancy-restored, plus there's a movie theater on North Avenue that was closed in 1978 and just re-opened in 2017.  And there's a film festival there now.

I think about how I just had this revisitation-as-me-now to Gatsby, and then last night to Stranger Than Fiction, which wasn't even that long ago, but is different and even richer to me now, and how there's some kind of glorious something in bringing my almost-grown-ass conscienceness/spirit/self to things I knew before in the murkier times.  It only today occurred to me to try that with Bawlmer.  I was there some years back, having weird deja-vu stuff about how so much hadn't changed, and several moments of feeling like I'd just stepped back into life there, and none of the time away with Holly and since had ever happened--- in the distinctive grocery store with some of the same old old faces; at the gas station that was between more than one place I lived and where I worked for years; little daily-life things like that.  I'm a lot more different now, though, and so too, it seems and no doubt, is my old city.

There'd be something of a thing about who I'd try to meet up with or drop in on, including whether I'd go a little further, down onto the Sho', to see my brother and maybe my old mentor.  And then there are still a few DC people, and a Norfolk guy.  And the ol' Winchester loved ones.  A whole tour like that isn't so much what I'm thinking of just now, but it comes flooding in as a possibility when I imagine being in the area.

I dunno.  Mostly right now I'm just liking this bringing new eyes, and new Lisa behind them, to stuff the old eyes and old Lisa knew, in their ways.
 
 

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Had to get through a real sleepy patch this afternoon.  Somehow kept working.  Seemed to help when I got up to ask T a question, and she gave me chocolate.

Life continues apace.  I went back to chorus.  The cat still has diarrhea but hasn't had to go back to the vet in, like, maybe 2 weeks, or close to it.  Still needs a solid call name, howe'er.  I have a doctor's appt this week and don't feel like getting my shit together to make a list of things to talk/ask about.  My hope there is always to get out without adding any more drugs to the drugs I'm on, although that's maybe kind of a stupid goal.  Not feeling confident about my blood work this time around, having not gotten a lot of exercise this summer, and had some streaks of eating badly, one way or another, or multiple ways.

It's weirdly hot today, but mostly it's harbinger-of-fall time(s).  And the students are back, and the football games are happening, and new copy eds start pretty soon, and the noir festival will be coming up.  I paid so much less attention to the seasons when I was young.  I was, like, season-stupid.  If you asked me what season it was, I would have called up in my mind what month it was, and then figured out what season that month is in, to get the answer.  I didn't just know.  Except maybe that it was summer because school was out.  Even then, I mighta gone through the figurin'.  That's weird, right?

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