THIS STORM / Nominee

Dentist and new sensor and recalibration today. But first:

Fininshed Ellroy's THIS STORM and found it the least enjoyable of his works: a great story in there, somewhere, of war profiteering, greed, lust, of love unrequited – but that great story was buried under the weight of Ellroy’s unleashing a near-parody of himself across the page. A fear in getting out of his own way? An exhausting read, but not in the way that Ellroy's best – and when he's at his best, there are few who can compare – exhausts me, with ebbs and flows and adrenaline; I didn't feel exhilarated – just weary. A let-down.

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While I'm following the Dem primaries in spite of my desire to not get sucked into the vortex of the surreality show of reality, and, while I've contributed to two candidates – and will continue to do so (and vote and volunteer for the eventual nominee) I haven't written anything about it. Mainly because – for me at least – there's nothing to write about at the moment. It is what it is.

All I know is that the eventual nominee must be of their moment, of their time – as was Obama, and as was, cringe, The Malignancy; we get the president we deserve. My current read on the moment: in order to balance the sharp right turn of the last half-decade, we need a sharp left turn. However: while half-measures won't do, a modicum of balance is still needed and could be represented on the ticket – if in the correct proportion... a brokered convention wouldn't surprise.

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I'd written a few words about AVENGERS: ENDGAME but want to give them a bit more time to develop (short version: I dug it, but).

And so the week begins and the holiday gauntlet commences. What do you want for Christmas? January.