Day 40

There’s something biblical about 40 days of isolation.

In Noahic time, that means the flood is about over, which is nice, though I think I’m right in calculating that the waters still have 110 days to prevail upon the earth. So we’ve got that to look forward to.

I read that the State of Oregon is going to waste a perfectly good whale carcass by burying it. That’s Jonah’s territory more than Noah’s, but regardless, I’m disappointed in my state. We used to have a sense of adventure. I feel like not stuffing that thing with a half short ton of dynamite is an abridgment of my rights as a citizen.

Isolation makes it especially hard to be cool.

Being cool requires someone to be cool for, and it’s known that the uncoolest thing in the world is trying to be cool in front of your family. So there’s YouTube, and certainly some people manage to be cool on YouTube. But not me. And probably not you. Being cool on Zoom is next to impossible. Being cool in your front yard is just… no. And you out driving around, you think you’re cool rolling coal in your truck? Really? We can all see your home haircut.

The coolest kind of cool is the kind that’s sufficient in itself, but coolness that’s only visible to itself is another story. Coolness is like relativistic speed. It only exists from the standpoint of the observer. So if a cool thing goes down, but no one’s there to see it be cool, is it still cool?

If they dynamite a whale when no one’s allowed at the beach, does it still rain down giant globs of putrefied blubber?