Atlanta Cop City RICO.

For a while now me and my one friend who dates drummers and my one (art school) colleague who wears (women's) clothes have had an ongoing text groupchat where we discuss a series of regular issues, usually academia, trans* politics, and what the f*ck is happening in cities nowadays.

(Sometimes the two of them also discuss 90s supermodels.)

Anyhow, I found the Atlanta Cop City RICO indictment interesting, and I sent it along, since we've discussed how kind of marginal, pretty extreme activists somewhat hijacked and derailed inchoate reform impulses after the George Floyd protests.

And, my one art school colleague texted in succession --

V interesting!

RICO is having a comeback "HUNTY" 

RICO OUT HERE GIVING

V good strategically tbh

The T*u*p people AND these activists all getting RICO'ed

Both in the Atweezy?

-- to which I replied in succession --

GA Attorney General (GOP) but same grand jury that indicted Trump!

Honestly if the shoe fits, indict them. You can't just go decide as a group to Molotov Cocktail cops

-- to which he replied --

Time was bombing cops used to get you tenure!

. . .

Touching interaction.

On like day four of my having COVID, my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker texted me on my personal number to see how I was doing.

(Usually everyone from work communicates using this messaging app where they put out the schedule, but once a very long time ago she had ripped my number from that to text me directly about some shift where I filled in for her.)

When I told her that I was doing pretty decent, considering, she asked me if I was getting enough Vitamin C, and when I said some, she said she had some oranges that she could drop off.

An email conversation I had forgotten to blog...

... with my one (half British) (half Sudanese) friend (the brother of the brother-sister pair), caused by my saying over email how much money I'd been saving from all the free food I get while working at the (Thai) restaurant where I work now:

Him, referring to a small interim job that he had at an outdoor market in the UK a bit ago:

oh, i can imagine.when i worked at the market i used to get veg and bread at the end of the day and it was great. 

Me:

And then would you eat them, or throw them at the capitalists?

Him:

eat some and throw the rest.

. . .

My weekly COVID-time workout substitute, while I'm sick.

Instead of rapid alternations of cardio and crunches and squats and weights and whatnot for twelve minutes, instead I'm substituting a short meditation/visualization session.

As I do deep breathing, I try to center and stabilize my organism, and I imagine my immune system gaining strength. Then, I imagine like a super thin amethyst sheet going through different organs where COVID can linger from top to bottom, like my brain and then my nasal nerve and then my respiratory tract and my lungs and my kidneys and then my heart, all three times each, and then my entire body and vascular system, especially my super small veins, and that like seven times. And, I imagine it sifting through my body and straining out all of the virus, so none will remain and return or cause problems.

As for my weekly yoga and jogging sessions, instead I try to listen to a piece of classical music on the radio that's over a half hour, as I lie there and deep-breathe.

All of this I mark down on my little work-tracking schedule, of course.

Delayed addendum.

A bit ago at the (Thai) restaurant where I work now, there was that group of 4 women where the one probably had early-to-mid-stage dementia.

I forgot, after they helped her make sure that she had the right amount of money and she was handing it to me, they were like, "And don't forget the tip," and she looked at them with this big open look on her face and was like, "But that's separate, right?".

And later when I returned to their table after they had all gone, by where she had sat there was like a dollar bill, and all of this change on top of it that probably made up something like fifteen percent, but in shape it was like nothing that an adult would leave, but instead maybe like a middle schooler going out to a restaurant all by themselves for the first time.

An overheard conversation...

...by my one (half Sudanese) (half British) friend, the brother of the brother-sister pair, as related by him in an email, about something he overheard recently in the UK, where he's living and working again:

a few weeks ago I overheard an academic complaining that admin was asking them to phone prospective students to encourage them to sign up for the MA programme [sic]. the worst part of it he said, was not the phone call but the online form that you had to fill out afterward logging your activity and the students' responses. can you imagine!!?? i would have insisted on commission for each student i recruited! it really is messed up. 

. . .

(He also says "courgette," "aubergine," and "envisage," and even very very occasionally "wank" and "wanker" and even "shag" just like in Austin Powers, only unironically, which I just find ridiculous. A few times, too, I've also heard his sister say "agony aunt," which is like a friend who you dump all of your problems on like they're a newspaper advice columnist. I like that one better.)

A very inappropriate thought about COVID...

...on my 2nd full day of having it, after I feel like I'm all beaten up:

In a domestic violence situation, I'd at least be getting some d*ck.