Ann Miller, 1943
I got one more email from Earworms before he heads home from vacation. Have a good weekend, everyone!
Sorry I missed you yesterday. Was hanging out with some particularly unruly bikers, one who insisted I call him “Fat Jennings.” That’s what his friends call him. He started a fight with a rival gang, and I hit the road because I may seem tough but don’t own brass knuckles or a switchblade. Just a lighter and dangerously sharp paper.
But I met up with some hipsters who are letting me use their Internet. One guy, Jeremiah, said not having web access is so 2003. I laughed and laughed. Then I punched him. Now we’re BFFs, and he said it was rad how I gave him street cred!
I want to go home.
Sometimes, things feel so fragile. All I see and touch, all the atoms and other particles that make up my life feel like things that could be riven by one careless wind gust. I feel scared. I feel helpless for what might happen.
On a vacation, there are no atoms and particles to worry about, because none of it is yours. It’s all new, fresh, people and places that exist independent of your existence. You leave, but they will stay. They’ll keep jamming at bonfires, waxing eloquent over the evils of capitalism, starting barroom brawls, being assholes and having these beautiful, effortless moments of just being, and you will miss all of it. You’ll be home. You’ll be having your own beautiful moments
but they might not seem that way, because you’re so close to it all. It’s too familiar, and it’s become dull in its familiarity. It loses any magic it might have had. When you see something every day, you take for granted that it’s there, will always be some fixture to the background of your life.
That’s why I like coming home. Everything becomes pure and whole and for a while isn’t so goddamn fragile. I feel alive. Like I am living. Like this is my life, maybe just the life of a humble podcast, but it is mine and it is good. Things will be OK.
See you soon, man.
Man, guess I shouldn’t have put online that Earworms was on vacation. Ignore any strange emails you might get from him like this one:
How are you? Things in SUOTH PADRI ISLAND are awful and need money. Could you wire the money? My acct is below and thank you getting mugged is awful vacation times.
This is the weirdest outfit ever. LET’S GO OUT.
"Come here often?"
Earworms Bestoftimewarp: One of my favorites, this one’s about boa constrictors - the things you nurture even when they are destroying you. Songs about substance abuse, (with a cheerful 20s song about cocaine addiction!), domestic abuse, depression and the kind of love that wrecks ya.
Special satellite tags that track baby sea turtles show that some ride the North Atlantic Gyre while others float in the Sargasso Sea
Photo: Jim Abernethy
The first few hours of a loggerhead sea turtle’s life are pretty exciting. After hatching in their beach nests, the baby turtles crawl clumsily into the Atlantic Ocean and swim out to sea.
But, what happens after these golf-ball-sized swimmers paddle off into the sunset?
Read more about baby sea turtles and see more photos of them at Smithsonian.com
Just got this email from Earworms. Don’t buy him a baja jacket just yet.
Let’s be straight. Peace and love is exhausting. My chakras are starting to feel self-conscious from all the attention, and there are only so many times you can describe your spirit animal (Blaze says mine’s a hawk!). Also, if I have to eat another mushroom sandwich, I’m going to lose it in a very real way.
So, we’re parting ways. I’m gonna find some trouble to get into, and the hippies are going to follow The String Cheese Incident on tour. I keep telling them that the next show isn’t until April and The Grateful Dead’s better, but they seem intent on their goal.
Even if we don’t share certain values, like bathing, I’ve learned a lot from the hippies. Things like how corporate greed, materialism and technology are devices that separate us from each other and what’s really important. Things like how everything is connected. Things like how to dumpster dive and evade beach security. Important things.
Blaze told me not to let the man get me down, and I wish you the same.