March 28, 2020
The meme game has been strong lately. Here are some of my favorites.
I hope everyone had a good Saturday. We made pizza and watched the various at-home episodes of the late-night talk shows: Meyers, Fallon, Noah, Bee, and Kimmel are getting better at this. Seth Meyers’ Closer Look segment is always good, but I think these have been even more funny and mordant than usual. I’ve found it difficult to watch fictional TV shows lately. Yes, I finished the season of Picard (great!), but I haven’t really wanted to start anything else. I also started watching Sicario: Day of the Soldado about two nights ago, and I just can’t seem to make it through. (My Plex server keeps choking on it every ten minutes, but that’s another issue.) I’m still only a third of the way through it, and while it’s not as good as the first one, it is good. Nor have I wanted to read any fiction, even though I have a couple of great novels just waiting to be read. So, I’ve been watching YouTube mostly, listening to music, and reading some sonnets.
Henry and I discovered Nathaniel Barlam’s incredible “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway Illustrated” and nearly watched the whole thing before bed. We were both pretty enthralled. If you don’t know Peter Gabriel’s last album with Genesis, this would be a great introduction to it. It holds up nicely.
In today’s sonnet, the theme continues: a family would provide you with beautiful harmony—something that, presently, makes the young man sad because he does not submit to it.
Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,
Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, 5
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering; 10
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: ‘Thou single wilt prove none.’
- Why do I get the image here of an affected teenager listening to sad music in his mother’s basement? 🎶 Love hurts... 🎵