Chris McKeever

House sit for my parents for a few days and I come back and he won’t leave me alone. Currently trapped on the couch.

I have no idea what he’s fixated on.

Braiser, Beef Bourguignon, Battlestar Galactica?

Lil’ Rorschach.

Lot of ways to improve a bowl of ramen, but in my opinion nothing beats a jammy soft-boiled egg.

Zonked like he actually did something today.

James Baldwin’s worlds strike as hard now as they did in 1962: “They have had to believe for many years, and for innumerable reasons, that black men are inferior to white men. Many of them, indeed, know better, but, as you will discover, people find it very difficult to act on what they know. To act is to be committed, and to be committed is to be in danger. In this case, the danger, in the minds of most white Americans, is the loss of their identity. Try to imagine how you would feel if you woke up one morning to find the sun shining and all the stars aflame. You would be frightened because it is out of the order of nature. Any upheaval in the universe is terrifying because it so profoundly attacks one’s sense of one’s own reality. Well, the black man has functioned in the white man’s world as a fixed star, an immovable pillar: and as he moves out of his place, heaven and earth are shaken to their foundations.” -_Letter to My Nephew on the One Hundredth Anniversary of the Emancipation_

Found this fellow on the road driving home today.