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Toward the end of a lengthy dream—most of which I don’t remember—my mother and my aunt Annie were either returning from a trip or about to embark upon a trip. My mother and I were arguing about Annie’s sleeping arrangements.
“She should sleep with you,” my mother said.
“No way!” said I. “She takes up too much room. And anyway, you both smoke!”
(This is not actually true. Annie does not smoke.)
“Stop it, stop it!” Annie said. “I’ll sleep here.”
And she sank down upon the floor.
Well. She does look comfortable there, I thought.
But felt guilty just the same.
###
I lasted through four episodes of The Crown before I got…
Well.
Not exactly bored.
More frustrated.
Who are these fucking idiots, and why should I care about them? I wondered.
I mean, I do care about them. I’ve been culturally programmed to care about them. And it’s not as though I look down upon the phenomenon of celebrity. I think celebrities play a vitally important role in the collective consciousness: They are iterations of the ancient archetypes, retrofitted for modern times. Kim Kardashian is the Venus of Willendorf Creative Suite.
But the British royal family?
British nobility in general?
Come on.
Debrett’s Peerage is a lot less interesting than the pedigrees of the first three runners-up at the Westminster Kennel Club Show.
The only interesting member of the British royal family is Philip.
I kind of resented the heavy-handed way show attempted to pluck my heartstrings on behalf of poor, tormented Diana. Although I did enjoy the visual of lonesome Diana roller-skating through the painting-lined galleries, I don’t believe for a single moment that Diana would have been so isolated when she stayed in Buckingham Palace—she had two very well-connected sisters living in London at that time; one of them was actually married to the Queen’s secretary. They would have been with her every moment of the day!
Anyway, I gave up on The Crown and got dressed around one o’clock.
Pajama Day!
I will never partake of its divine nature till I ascend to heaven where everybody wears a nightgown.
###
Not much other news to report. I see that China has formed a new free trade organization, The Regional Comprehensive Economic Partnership (RCEP.). It’s the world’s largest. Members include China, S. Korea, Japan and all the nations of southeast Asia but not the United States.
I think the creation of this agency signals the end of American economic hegemony. When future historians try to date the Beginning of the End for the U.S., today’s date will prove a convenient marker.
Naturally, the story is getting practically no coverage in the American press.
“She should sleep with you,” my mother said.
“No way!” said I. “She takes up too much room. And anyway, you both smoke!”
(This is not actually true. Annie does not smoke.)
“Stop it, stop it!” Annie said. “I’ll sleep here.”
And she sank down upon the floor.
Well. She does look comfortable there, I thought.
But felt guilty just the same.
###
I lasted through four episodes of The Crown before I got…
Well.
Not exactly bored.
More frustrated.
Who are these fucking idiots, and why should I care about them? I wondered.
I mean, I do care about them. I’ve been culturally programmed to care about them. And it’s not as though I look down upon the phenomenon of celebrity. I think celebrities play a vitally important role in the collective consciousness: They are iterations of the ancient archetypes, retrofitted for modern times. Kim Kardashian is the Venus of Willendorf Creative Suite.
But the British royal family?
British nobility in general?
Come on.
Debrett’s Peerage is a lot less interesting than the pedigrees of the first three runners-up at the Westminster Kennel Club Show.
The only interesting member of the British royal family is Philip.
I kind of resented the heavy-handed way show attempted to pluck my heartstrings on behalf of poor, tormented Diana. Although I did enjoy the visual of lonesome Diana roller-skating through the painting-lined galleries, I don’t believe for a single moment that Diana would have been so isolated when she stayed in Buckingham Palace—she had two very well-connected sisters living in London at that time; one of them was actually married to the Queen’s secretary. They would have been with her every moment of the day!
Anyway, I gave up on The Crown and got dressed around one o’clock.
Pajama Day!
I will never partake of its divine nature till I ascend to heaven where everybody wears a nightgown.
###
Not much other news to report. I see that China has formed a new free trade organization, The Regional Comprehensive Economic Partnership (RCEP.). It’s the world’s largest. Members include China, S. Korea, Japan and all the nations of southeast Asia but not the United States.
I think the creation of this agency signals the end of American economic hegemony. When future historians try to date the Beginning of the End for the U.S., today’s date will prove a convenient marker.
Naturally, the story is getting practically no coverage in the American press.
