Notes from the Post-it Wall — Week of May 6, 2017
Week of May 6, 2018
• I had never heard of Stormy Daniels before this business with Trump. She’s not quite my type of porn star but I wouldn’t have clicked through to the next video if I stumbled upon her. Now, that’s not the case. Knowing she’s willingly had Trump’s dingus in her — even on her bare hand skin — is enough to make me close the browser, and burn my computer and wireless router.
• Saw a street cleaning vehicle dumping its contents out into a dumpster this week. I’ve never seen that before. I had always thought that whatever filth the street cleaning vehicles sucked up got turned into Mayor Ron Emanuel’s moral code.
• I’ve been listening to a lot of the iHeart Radio app’s Real Oldies channel. It’s funny; every song played takes me back to my younger years, just as they do for most people. But where my parents hear these songs and think of their teenage years, I think of my 20s when I was working as a professional oldies disc jockey. The song Respect by Aretha Franklin might inspire a prom memory for my dad. For me, the song inspires that time I pre-recorded my overnight show so I could get completely wasted in Chinatown while trying to get a buffet waitress to come live with me.
• Monica Lewinsky is killing it on Twitter.
• I attended the funeral of my great aunt this week. There was a couple seated behind me who talked nonstop throughout the entire service. Well, talked isn’t quite the right description. They heckled. No… they talked shit. My cousin and I are trying to find out who those people were but have so far come up with nothing. So now I’m convinced that they’re performance artists. This is their art. They scour the obituary section, pick a dead person, research that person and the family then crash the funeral sitting somewhere just behind distant family or close friends and talk shit throughout the entire thing. I bet they hit up two more funerals after my Aunt Lucille’s on Wednesday. If that’s the case, that’s really kinda awesome.
• If I’m nominated for an award, and I don’t win, am I a loser? Or are the losers those who don’t even get the nomination? This is the existential crisis of ego and humility I find myself in this week.