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I had written something about anxiety, health issues and physical pain, but I scrapped it, because, well, who cares? Anyway, here is a list of things you might find interesting. Check it out.
Some Harry Crews
Harry Crews hikes through Shenandoah National Park and sees some things - The Wonderful World of Winnebagos - from Esquire, 1976
Good Instagram
A short story
Dog in the Alley, Child in the Sky by John Irving from Esquire, 1977
A good podcast episode
The Most Wonderful Terrible Person - Criminal
If you are familiar with Joan Didion’s “Some Dreamers of the Golden Dream” essay than this podcast will be especially interesting since the subject, Debra Miller, is the daughter of Lucille Miller.
Some good reporting
Folks called zama-zamas — are working and living — and dying - in South Africa’s illegal gold mines for a year or more - “When the country’s mining industry collapsed, a criminal economy grew in its place, with thousands of men climbing into some of the deepest shafts in the world, searching for leftover gold.”
The Dystopian Underworld of South Africa’s Illegal Gold Mines
A movie to watch
A poem by David Berman
The Moon
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others.
In 206 a dog sleeps by the stove where a small gas leak causes him
to have visions; visions that are rooted in nothing but gas.
Next door, a man who has decided to buy a car part by part
excitedly unpacks a wheel and an ashtray.
He arranges them every which way. It’s really beginning to take
shape.
Out the garage window he sees a group of ugly children
enter the forest. Their mouths look like coin slots.
A neighbor plays keyboards in a local cover band.
Preparing for an engagement at the high school prom,
they pack their equipment in silence.
Last night they played the Police Academy Ball and
all the officers slow-danced with target range silhouettes.
This year the theme for the prom is the Tetragrammaton.
A yellow Corsair sails through the disco parking lot
and swaying palms presage the lot of young libertines.
Inside the car a young lady wears a corsage of bullet-sized rodents.
Her date, the handsome cornerback, stretches his talons over the
molded steering wheel.
They park and walk into the lush starlit gardens behind the disco
just as the band is striking up.
Their keen eyes and ears twitch. The other couples
look beautiful tonight. They stroll around listening
to the brilliant conversation. The passionate speeches.
Clouds drift across the silverware. There is red larkspur,
blue gum, and ivy. A boy kneels before his date.
And the moon, I forgot to mention the moon.
What kind of person doesn’t like little dogs?
My recent MMA writing
Reminder: UFC fighter pay numbers are bullshit
How MMA sites help spread UFC propaganda