Friends, Drink Lots Of Water During The Heatwave, Mmmmkay? And Other Internet Advice.
Dearests! Despite my jerk of a body waking me up at 3:30 this morning, I am ninety percent over my jet lag. The good news is, it’s Thursday! And tomorrow’s Friday! And wherever you are, there are lovely things to notice and awesome people to appreciate.
So let’s get to it!
Mueller testified in front of Congress, and you know, I realized I may have kicked my politics addiction when I didn’t end up watching a single minute of it live (preventing anxiety is real, people.) So basically I’m just watching Sam Bee’s recap. Oh, and then I’m watching Sam Bee sending her correspondent to the US-Mexico border to attend a cross-country protest party complete with an “international crew of water bronies.” Because watching Sam Bee is about as far down the political rabbit hole I am willing to go today.
As a white and relatively accent-less person, I have my own privileges when it comes to immigration journey, but this LA Times story (and its sub-head) on citizens-by-choice kicks me right in the feels: “President Trump’s racist attacks on Rep. Ilhan Omar have shaken many naturalized citizens, making some feel their citizenship “has an asterisk.””
Trump was at speaking at Turning Point USA, a conference for young far-right activists in DC. Behind him, what was supposed to be the presidential seal was actually a spoof seal containing a Russian-esque two headed eagle clutching a wad of cash and golf clubs with a hammer-and-sickle shield and a banner that instead of reading “E Pluribus Unom” reads “45 es un titere”, Spanish for “45 is a puppet.” They sure do work with the very best people over there at 1600 Pennsylvania. The absolute best / most observant / smartest people who would certainly catch that before their dolt of a boss took the stage at an event.
And finally, I have been vindicated by the Guardian: media closed captions are being increasingly used by those with unimpaired hearing. A reminder that the way I watch horror movies by myself is in broad daylight with the windows open, with no sound and the closed captions on, with my laptop open so I can follow along with the plot on Wikipedia, snuggly ensconced in a hoodie I can hide in. Give me closed captions, or give me (media) death!
As the inimitable CRJ sings, I really really really really really really like you! Be kind to each other.