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May 16, 2022

May 16 2022 Journal

Finals are over. Y'all have my full attention once again. Or at least most of it, as I'm taking a reporting internship with Shades of Long Island, a local outlet that covers minorities and young people in Nassau and Suffolk Counties. But I can finally get back to blogging everyday, including my five-part Mirkwood series. Have fun with that.

As usual, here are the headlines:

I've been on a low-brow crime fiction kick lately. That genre was a big part of my upbringing and I remain quite fond of it. Sometimes a gal needs to wind down by watching Murder She Wrote or Columbo. Or by re-reading Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, which I just did. It holds up.

Seems like I've generally been reconnecting with my past because I've also been listening to a lot of country music. I grew up in the same county as Emmylou Harris and generally consider myself a child of the Shenandoah Valley. A gal needs her past.

Mostly country music by gals has kept me in the loop. Margo Price is a favorite. I've started listening to Brandi Carlile and Brooklyn artist Annie Keating, because you need dyke-y country in your life. And speaking of Emmylou Harris, her Wrecking Ball album goes hard. 

Bit of a ramble, this one. But I'm excited to resume daily writing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm sitting in an air conditioning-less dorm where two fans and an open window can't save me from being slow-roasted. I've also written this post while topless, so I need to throw on a shirt and head downstairs to a water fountain.