Wednesday, April 1, 2020

THE NEW FOX IN MY LIFE: A DESPATCH (SIC) FROM CORONAVIRUS LOCKDOWN.


recognition
Behold, the vixen assembles herself for devotion. Yes, we believe this fine creature to be a female of the species. Our relationship started this way. She presents herself and I devote myself to her presentation. She’s in no hurry to be foxy; she’s quite foxy as it is. She encounters tens of twenties of twos of persons, while I typically encounter but one vulpine soul. Yes, we are socially distancing ourselves properly in the Coronavirus era, but we always begin with this moment of recognition on the grassy, grassy lea.



aloofness
In this stage of the vixen-human devotional, the fox asserts her aloofness. A person could outfox another person, a fox could outfox a person, a fox could outfox another fox, but a person will never outfox a fox, how could he? He is not the fox. She is the fox, and she is, oh yes, fundamentally aloof. She knows the damage that a pelt-monger could cause, and she won’t become fodder for a pre-barbaric line in a Tennessee Williams play. [In Brando nasal voice:] “Where are your fox-pieces, Stella?” Lo, she will endure.



the chase is on
The fox is low to the ground. Why does this matter? Because there are roots and limbs, god dammit, there are creeks and banks. Have I taken a tumble? Yes, I have tumbled into the freaking creek! Would you believe me if I said that the fox waited for me? A fellow can grow quite emotional in such a moment. Sitting there, in the chilly muck, wondering just what in the Jiminy Cricket he is doing with his life, but there sitteth the vixen, beautiful and vigilant. Would you believe me if I said that we ran through the foxgloves together? Well, you shouldn’t. I have no idea what foxgloves look like. But we have run together side by side, the fox and I.

coda
There may be more foxes before long. I know this because I’ve seen a second fox: le renard. He looked as if he were wearing silk pajamas, and he is, and he deserves every single bit of that glorious feeling, the lucky guy.

SELF-QUARANTINED WITH MY ELDERLY PARENTS: A DESPATCH (SIC) FROM CORONAVIRUS LOCKDOWN.



I am with my parents, both of whom are in their eighties. Every morning we hold a mandatory Staff Meeting (pictured above) in the kitchen. We discuss our approach to the day. Mostly, we discuss the ways in which we irritate each other. Truth be told, as Chief of Staff, these meetings are dominated by me describing the many ways that my parents extensively aggravate me. After that, we move on to provisions. I am sent once a week to a local greengrocer, and since I get to—since I’m now encouraged to—wear a blue bandanna around my face, I’m eager to go. I pay my bill, thus I’m hardly a robber; I just look like one. After provisions, we address cleanliness. We agreed to give the twice-monthly cleaning woman a paid leave, which is nice of my parents, except that I have to do all the cleaning! (We live in a medium-sized apartment.) But in lockdown / quarantine, the thing is: chores are good, they organize the day. I’ve also developed cultural awakening routine that I’m emplacing for at least a month, and probably longer. Here are my details, quips, activities, discoveries, notes, suggestions, et cetera, in digest form. Enjoy.

ULTIMATE GOAL
To get my parents through this crisis, healthy. The elderly have a lot to teach us. In no way should they—ever—be sacrificed in the name of Wall Street.




HIGHBROW & POP CULTURE
Current books: I am finishing the second half of W. Somerset Maugham’s collected stories, and the selected stories of Lucia Berlin. Both reads are enjoyable: one is swashbuckling, the other is comedy-amid-tragedy or vice versa.
International Netflix mega-series: Babylon Berlin (lotsa Berlin!) has been the best. Even as it’s more “fantastic” than Peaky Blinders, it’s more believable, and the performance scenes, in particular, are astonishing. Interestingly, the two series are linked by the PTSD symptoms of the main characters, who suffered through mental anguish in World War I. When English rock band The Fall asks “Who Makes the Nazis?” in their album Hex Enduction Hour, well, Babylon Berlin appears to be answering that question.
Domestic mega-series: Better Call Saul. This character-driven series is better—by far—than its leaky predecessor, Breaking Bad. It’s not even debatable.
New rock ‘n’ roll discovery: My friend Casey Smith brought Girl Band, from Dublin, Ireland, to our attention. They’re in the same league as Sleaford Mods, who will be appearing, hopefully, October 1st, in D.C.
Last ten jazz albums: Louis Armstrong, The Great Chicago Concert; Albert Ayler Quartet, The Hilversum Session; Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers, Meet You at the Jazz Corner of the World, Vol. 1; Anthony Braxton, News from the 70s; John Coltrane, Giant Steps; Miles Davis, Milestones; Walter Davis Jr., Davis Cup; Booker Ervin, The Freedom Book; Charles Earland, Black Talk; Curtis Fuller, Blues-ette.

EXERCISE
Average daily running distance: 5.25 miles.
YouTube abs workout: The tatted guy at “officialthenx.” That workout is brutal, and I resent the tatted guy every day of my life.
YouTube pushups workout: Mike Rashid’s warrior pushups.
YouTube H.I.I.T. workout: “abnormal_beings.”  
Additional exercise: 40 minutes stationary bicycle + extensive burnout with 10 lb. sand dumbbell extravaganza.
Physical exercise summary: Running, cycling, upper body, and H.I.I.T., two to three hours daily.  
Animals I’ve seen while exercising: I’ve developed a cozy relationship with a foxy fox. Otherwise, there has been an increase in raptors: eagles, owls, and hawks. I see dozens of deer each day. I never see the white breasted nuthatch, but I hear it laughing at me, all the time.
Crossword puzzle: New York Times (available online via Arkansas Democrat Gazette.)
My Duolingo language: Francais.
Also: Could we get one sport to come back, with disease-free players housed in isolation, and games played in empty arenas / stadiums? Prem? Baseball? Shinny? The boost from that would be exponential.




DIET, SHOPPING, & SUNDRY ACTIVITIES
Diet: Vegetarian (I’ve earned my three year pin!) Thus far, it has been easy to keep this diet, except for the douchebags who are hoarding cans of black beans as if they were toilet paper. May your hoarding of the former lead you to require even more of the latter!
Great new recipe: Sweet potato vegetarian chili.
Beers on hand: Porters and Stouts. My friend Sausages also gave me a bottle (to be opened soon) of Laphroaig 10 year. I haven’t been drinking much, though. It’s hard to do this all alone. If you want to have a drink—or a coffee—let’s make a virtual date!
T.P. situation: Average. If there’s a gentle increase in pooping, we’ll still be all right.
Shopping strategy: I wear gloves and bandanna mask. I hand sanitize afterwards and wash my hands before unpacking anything. We place perishables in the fridge. (They are washed in cold water before use.) (We may switch to washing in advance.) Everything else is quarantined for three days in a side area, to allow for any surfaces to straighten out. I wash my hands again.

DEEP THOUGHT / LIFE CHANGES
Like many people, I have been examining my life closely. When this crisis ends, and it will end, despite the criminal mishandling of it by the already-impeached White House “leader,” I am going to make significant changes in my life. I will be talking to some of you, Dear Readers, about these changes when the time comes. Likewise, if you have anything monumental to relate in my direction, I’m here. I’ll be here for the foreseeable future. Mostly, be safe and stay healthy. May your loved ones be healthy, too.

QUIP
There should be a movie entitled Quaranteen Wolf, starring Quarantina Turner, directed by Quentin Quarantino.