Friday, June 5th, 2020
It’s Friday! We had a discussion today at our socially distanced dinner about what day it was, and computing devices had to be pulled from pockets to verify that it was indeed Friday, the 5th of June, 2020. It is, for a few more minutes, anyway.
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I delighted in seeing that the Mayor of Washington D.C., her choices constrained to an enormous degree by her district’s lack of statehood and full congressional representation, could, overnight, get a crew of people to paint “Black Lives Matter” on a stretch of road north of the White House and Lafayette Park in huuuuge yellow letters, north of the area the apparently very defensive president has fenced and walled in, creating an “end of the reich” look that is, although appropriate, kinda uncomfortable to see. Also delighted to see that her renaming of that stretch of 16th to ‘Black Lives Matter Plaza’ is already up to date on Google maps.
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The title of this post is from an SCTV parody of soap operas from the very early 1980s. Ah, SCTV…we owe the Canadians so much for sharing their vast entertainment resources with us. We are enriched beyond all calculation.