Not sure what, or how this happened, but it did.
Today, I’m going to clean my kitchen. It needs it.
Then, I’m going to watch a lot of Great British Baking Show.
And tomorrow, I’m going to start to figure out what I need to do next.
Category: Politics
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ODDS and ENDS: DMV Time, Tottenham Confusion, Merch Store, and Vote
(I feel so bad, I got a worried mind…)
My driver’s license is going to expire soon. This means that I need to make my quadrennial appointment with the New York State DMV. Unlike most people, I don’t mind wasting time at the there. Normally, I get some good reading in, or have a fun time people watching. In New York, they let you schedule appointments. It implies that you will be seen at a certain time, but really, these appointments are just guidelines; a mere suggestion of when service will be rendered. Hence why I bring a book. And it’s easy to dump on the people who work at the DMV. What I have found is that if you are pleasant and show up with the correct paperwork filled out, the DMV staff not only is surprised that they don’t have to explain the process to you, their actually relieved.
So, let me get this straight… Tottenham can beat Man City, but they can’t beat Crystal Palace? Right…
The Merch Store is open people. All items share my philosophy of the type of blogger that I am.
You should vote, if you haven’t already. Make a plan. Tuesday is the final day, you know.
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Gone Voting
There will not be a normal blog today, as I’m out early voting, and enjoying my civic pride.
Which reminds me; make sure you get out and vote. Have a plan. Go early, or on Election Day.
And say “thank you” to the poll workers.
But go vote.
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Short Story Review: “My Camp” by Joshua Cohen
(The short story “My Camp” by Joshua Cohen appeared in the October 21st, 2024 issue of The New Yorker.)
Photograph by Naila Ruechel for The New Yorker
So… What to make of “My Camp?” I guess I could say that Joshua Cohen wrote a story that I had no idea where it was going. That was refreshing. After that, I’m not sure what to think. I know I didn’t hate this story. It was a bit long; it did go on, and could have used some trimming. But, I’m just not sure…
It started out well; lulled me into thinking this was going to be a comedic take on upstate home ownership. Then, Cohen threw a curveball, which had the story move in an altogether different direction, only to come back to the camp at the end. I’m not even sure the narrator learned or changed an any way, which normally would cause me to pan the story, but in this piece, that might have been the point?
What I identified with was the narrator’s frustration with there not being a middle ground when it comes to October 7th, and the Gaza war. How people want the narrator to take a side, and the more pressure that is put on him, the more he digs in to not take a side. How if everyone is blindly going in one direction, you should go the opposite way. That resonated, especially in light of current events in the Mid-East.
But I still couldn’t tell if this piece was satire, a pointed take on conviction in light of what is happening, or was this just supposed to be a joke? I would hate to think that I am clutching my pearls here, thinking it’s too soon to even remotely make any artistic comment on Gaza, as I believe one of the main reason to have art is to comment on difficult issues. Yet, wasn’t this just a story about a guy that got comfortable with scamming people so he could own a home?
There isn’t a clear easy answer to this story, which I feel was Cohen’s point. Were people really trying to help? Does throwing money at a problem fix anything? Is greed inevitable? Is there no safety in the world and you have to take it when you get it? I could go on and on with all the questions this story brought up in me, and perhaps I should read it again. Though I don’t think that will help me find any answers. Anyway, maybe that’s just human nature – looking for answers.
I’m open to hearing what other people think on this one. Drop a comment, let me know what you think about this story.
