I’m making an effort to read short story collections during National Short Story Month. This week, I finished Amelia Gray’s Museum of the Weird. Gray’s stories, especially her flash-length ones, totally knocked my socks off. I thought I knew what the form could do, but I did not. I did not know. A lot of her stories made me laugh, like out loud. Like shoulders shaking, lips pressed tight because I’m trying not to disturb people in this coffee shop.
We are caught up on Better Call Saul & holy moly, what a show. Absolutely some of the best writing & acting on TV today. We’re watching Breaking Bad now, which Ian hasn’t seen before. I’m enjoying the rewatch, especially picking up on the moments of overlap between the two shows. We’re both eagerly waiting for Saul to show up.
Early May always reminds me of the last weeks of college & grad school. I’ve been out of school for seven years now, & I stopped teaching two years ago, but I still get those end-of-the-semester feelings. This week I’ve been listening to a lot of the albums I listened to my last semester of grad school. Fleet Foxes’ self-titled album, Belle & Sebastian’s If You’re Feeling Sinister, & The Arcade Fire’s The Suburbs at work. Coheed & Cambria’s In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3 (the same CD I’ve had since high school) for driving around with my windows down.