What’s Up? (9/8/15)

Late Show
Tonight millions of Americans will tune in to Stephen Colbert’s new Late Show. I have to say, I find myself more excited than I thought I would have been. Maybe it’s the state of this country. There’s no Jon Stewart to extinguish the flames left by Donald Trump and Kim Davis. Gun violence runs wild, people shout Blue Lives Matter, Sarah Palin thinks people should be speaking American, Michelle Bachmann thinks–well who cares? (Something about the Supreme Court being a perversion).

The thing is, the return of Stephen Colbert feels like the return of a messiah. I feel like I need someone like him on TV now more than ever. Deliver us from evil, in the name of Stephen Colbert, amen.

New Apartment
It escapes me, whether or not I’ve written about the new place yet. It’s amazing. I get things done in this environment. I clean, I organize, I bike, I read–way more than I did before–and I can work here too. One of the things that I think increases productivity is the lack of roommates. (No offense roommates.) If I wanted to read on the couch before, I’d have to use the living room while nobody was using the TV. It’s not like the TV was constantly used, but the living room was shared between four people. Now, if I want to read on the couch, I read on the couch. It’s an obvious but big difference I guess, of living alone vs. with people.

Party In The Tropics
Friday, (9/4) there was a nice little shindig at Phipps’ Conservatory. A party in the tropics. A night to meet new people, dance, have a drink under the shade of a greenhouse full of beautiful flora. The whole event seemed like the beginning of a film, to me. It starts with me meeting friends in a room full of cacti, then it snowballs into including a political refugee from Belarus and his hummus recipe, the ins and outs of drinks, dancing, and the art of gala-type events. Drinking in museums, in art galleries, in conservatories, observatories — Pittsburgh provides you with all of these opportunities to pretend you’re in a James Bond flick. At any of these events, you can almost role-play the party, buy into the idea that you’re some high roller classy type, but with a knowing wink. It’s all about fun, and meeting people. You can never stop meeting people.


What’s Up? (9/23/14)

Television. I’ve been watching it for a little over three hours straight, and I’ve decided to think about the valleys and peaks about those hours. It all started with The Rachel Maddow Show; a valuable if not heavy-handed program that I wish I watched more often. I decided to tune in for what she had to say today, and while it took much too long for her to get to the point of her breakdown of the Syrian bombings, I still consider it a peak viewing experience. Similarly, the time I spent afterwards with Last Week Tonight with John Oliver was informative and entertaining as usual. The Comedy Central block of The Daily Show, Colbert Report, and @Midnight, however, wasn’t good enough that I didn’t keep my laptop open during the whole thing. The programming was basically just background noise as I browsed the internet.

On the other hand, The Late Show with Craig Ferguson, it’s a life saver. When the night seems all off and weird, it’s Craig Ferguson and his skeleton sidekick Geoff Peterson that make me want to stay up through it. It’s 12:52 A.M. on September 24th, 2014, and there are so many things I want to get done, so many things I need to get done, but sometimes what I need, is to just crash on this couch and let myself laugh one more time before facing it all.

It’s hard to stay up
It’s been a long long day
And you’ve got the sandman at your door
But hang on
Leave the TV on
And let’s do it anyway