Today is Selwyn's eighth birthday.
Being away from McWane is truly wearing on me, maybe worse than any of the rest of this mess. I need to be doing prep. I need to be doing science. I need the lab about me.
This morning I finished my re-read of Mark Frost's The Secret History of Twin Peaks. I answered email from Subterranean Press and Writers House. With the latter, I approved cover art and discussed potential readers for the forthcoming audiobook of Agents of Dreamland. I watched episodes of RuPaul's Drag Race in the middle of the day. I played GW2. I ate. Tonight, Kathryn and I watched David Mirkin's Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion (1997). I'd never seen it. Damn, what a weird fucking movie.
That was my day.
And speaking of Twin Peaks, soon I'll tell you about Twin Peaks: Rocket 88, a just-for-fun vanity project I've been playing with during lockdown.
Also, from my Facebook today:
It always surprises me – in a good way – when people make me realize that I'm actually not cynical.
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I hope fervently, though perhaps naively, that I will live to see the day when Americans finally shed their long and abiding distrust of science, so that future crises whose solutions so depend on trusting scientists and their advices (such as the Covid-19 epidemic) can be more efficiently, safely, and sanely navigated. When functioning properly, science is, by definition, apolitical, which of course means that it's not in the business of telling us what we want to hear or shoring up our belief systems. It's about trying to get at the truth of things, independent of political agendas. Over all my years, I have known as many conservative-minded scientists as liberally minded scientists, in many fields.