Also--of course--making time for good TV. It's been quite wonderful to keep finding shows that show me a bit of myself, even if quite obliquely. Right now, I am working my way through How to Die Alone, which is just wonderful.
I can't stop thinking about the analogy one character, Terrance, used to describe Mel, the protagonist, who was venting to him about "hitting wall after wall after wall." "I don't want to give up," she says, "but...shit hurts."
"You sound lime my Roomba," he tells her, and when she is amusedly offended, he explains it: when he first got it, it kept hitting walls and he thought it was broken. Then one day, and "the shit was working. Turns out, the walls were information. And every wall was teaching it where to go--and where not to." (By the way, am I shipping this couple? Sure am! We'll see what happens...)
A little research tells me that Natasha Rothwell and the other folks behind the show see this as a central metaphor for Mel's journey, which is smart as heck.
Looking back and looking forward--in the spirit of the day--I think I'll try to carry that with me. 2025 looks to full of so many walls, but the walls are information.
[Also, now nine straight years of one post per day--including "catch-up" posts.]
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