Emotional FitBitness

We’re out on our thrice-weekly walk and Elsie talks of tyranny. The tyranny of our modern technology specifically. The tyranny of her wearable step counter to be even more specific.

“I’ve just let it go,” she tells me, in the spirit of one who’s freed a wild animal from captivity. “I refuse to let it dictate the course of my day anymore.” Continue reading

Part IV — Pre-Dinner Cocktails

[The saga of sorts continues, part i, part ii, part iii. Follow along in order but not necessarily.]

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With our drinks ordered, Dad fell into a quick funk which was not at all a usual state for him. Dad did not possess an into a funk kind of personality. If he did, he kept it from us all these years. Beverli Lee, the object of dad’s unsubtle ridicule, took it more than in stride. She buoyed up into chipper mode, relentlessly carrying the conversation, talking about anything other than Teslas. Continue reading

Critical Thinking: 6 Degrees Of Gene Hackman

“Today’s question, M.”

“I’m all ears.”

“How do get from Gene Hackman to hating on John Wayne?”

“Uhhh… They’re both old act—”

“The correct answer is via Wes Anderson, of course.”

“Huh. Would not have guessed that in a—”

“I know, right. So I was watching The Royal Tenenbaums a couple nights ago.”

“Why?”

“Well, one, Gene Hackman was my dad’s favourite modern actor.” Continue reading