At least in that case, we could look forward to one of them saying something dumb like, “The moon is fake, it’s not like I could actually go there.” NASA leadership could launch a mission to send them to the moon to prove it real and just go, “Oops, we missed. Darn thing moved on us.”

Even better, after all of this, highly influential members of the Democratic Party, like Nancy Pelosi, have the gall to give interviews and respond to voters and other elected officials criticizing the campaign by saying the the campaign was perfect. There is no real desire amongst the Democratic leadership to do anything more than this.

Not trying to be facetious, but you just kind of do it. I think it might be something that you just subconsciously keep track of once you really become aware of it. I remember it seeming like magic until I was maybe 15 or so, and then I had landmarks for each direction in my mental map and could figure things out in reference to them. After a bit of that, I could mostly stay oriented when traveling by land, and now it’s not an issue even when I fly somewhere. I went to England for the first time last year, and I had the cardinal directions sorted probably by the time I’d walked from the train to my hotel.

Once you’ve got it down, you just sort of do it on autopilot.

Yeah, always worth bearing in mind that the original pilgrims were such insufferably uptight Protestants, the English said, “Come on, fuck off then, you lot are miserable to have around,” in the decades leading up to Parliament starting to pass laws banning Christmas in 1644, and Oliver Cromwell taking over rule of the country a decade later. Really says something about them.

I went and saw Nabucco. Was pretty enjoyable, and I got to sit in the orchestra section with one of the cheaper tickets they release the day of the performance. Would go back for another if I could avail myself of the program again.

I had also deliberately picked one of the shorter operas they put on that season, wasn’t trying to commit to some 5 hour monstrosity straight out the gate.

I got invited to some sort of literary award ceremony at the French embassy a few years back. I, uh, severely underdressed for the occasion. I got the invite for participating in the Albertine book store’s bookclub, and for whatever reason, my brain went, “I can show up to this like I would dress for a bookclub session, it’s the same people.” Spoiler, it was not, and I really should have been at least in a button up and slacks, rather than my hoodie and jeans. As luck would have it, the gentleman who won the award, Emmanuel Dongala, was sat next to me during the speeches. I can still remember the look of “What the classless, American fuck is this guy doing?” as he took his seat next to me.

On the other hand, I went to my first opera at the NY Metropolitan Opera last year basically dressed the same way, and it was surprisingly entirely fine. Turns out, very few people want to be sat for hours in formal attire when hardly anyone can see you in the dark, anyway.

I write almost everything I can with a fountain pen, and have for probably the last 12 years or so. I have my nicer ballpoints for using at work, where a fountain pen wouldn’t be practical, or on the rare occasions I have to sign receipts or get a hardcopy of the paper for the crossword.

I’ve gotten the most use in maintaining a journal, which I’ve done with some regularity since I first bought a Pilot Metropolitan all those years ago. Now that I’m taking another go at university, I’ve also written all my course with them, which is probably several hundred pages by now. Every so often, I take a stab at writing some fiction, but those efforts haven’t really amounted to more than one short story.

I keep a planner, and write letters to one friend on occasion. I’ve got a very neglected Gemini blog that I would also like to draft out entries by hand in, just to be writing something and publishing it into the void on a somewhat regular basis.