First post in seven years

Oh the heady days of 2011 when I last posted. So life’s been good for me. I’m lucky as hell. I’m about to celebrate 10 years of marriage. I’m living in my favorite city on earth and my favorite neighborhood in that city. My jobs are going great. Two full time jobs — though teaching at the graduate level affords me 4 months of vacation for my 2nd full time job — writing. I’m one the lucky ones, actually getting paid for both of the jobs. I’m leaning hard on 50 but in good shape. My dog is amazing. The only thing I really have to complain about is D.J. Trump — whose guts I hate with the heat of 1000 white hot suns.

No, that’s not the only thing — I can also complain about all those fuckers who voted for him.  But other than that, my life is awesome.

We’re building a guest house in our back yard. It’s part of my retirement plan — and my third full time job: Landlord. We found this really cool company called Cover that does prefabs in a minimalist modern style. I’m not sure if it will be AirBnB or if we’ll rent it month to month. When the Olympics come to town we’ll rent our house and move into the guest house. I’m trying to save up enough money so that I won’t have to depend on Social Security at all — if that still exists by the 30’s then great — but I want to be free and clear of depending our collapsing country. Speaking of, I’ve been taking a hard look at moving to Uruguay. They’re tops in human rights, easy to immigrate to, have inexpensive property, 99% clean energy and the fastest Internet in South America. I got up to 58% on Duolingo Spanish — and have been practicing on my cleaning lady. She’s from El Salvador, came here after the earthquake in 2000 on a Temporary Protective Status visa — so she’s here legally, paying taxes and working her ass off. Anyhow, she’s being deported because Trump revoked all the TPS visas. He’s such a piece of shit.

I went to Savannah GA last month. If you’ve not been, go while you still can. The city is so beautiful. I’d never been and fell in love with the squares. They have a small public park every four blocks. It’s the most civilized element of urban design I’ve ever seen. I wish every city had this kind of thing. We went to the Flannery O’Conner house — she’s sort of my new hero. We stayed at this amazing old house converted into a hotel. There were, of course, lots of religious assholes loudly talking about their blessings and about god telling them this and that. Drop dead, please. But I was in such a good mood, not even their sanctimonious piety could piss me off.

Thursday I drove out to meet Jessica Hahn — for real. If you don’t know who she is, she was a church secretary and babysitter who Jim Baaker raped in 1980 and then payed hush money to for the next seven years. She kept quiet, but Jerry Falwell, who wanted Baaker’s broadcasting satellite, leaked the whole thing to the media so he could kick Baaker out of PTL and seize all the assets. It worked for Falwell and Hahn was painted as a whore who seduced a man of god. I’m working on a biopic about her — sort of “I, Tonya” but about religion instead of skating.

Ah, open diary, so glad you’re back. It’s nice to ramble on about a bunch of disparate topics.