FEA

Monday 3/25/24

Things are going to be very business-like right now.

After five years, it looks like my ordeal with the IRS that was entirely the fault of The Wall Street Journal, is at an end, as of Friday. That leaves the state of Massachusetts to deal with.

There's a part in the Patriots docu-series, The Dynasty, where Tom Brady, presumably in 2023, is asked about a time in his career when he had a lot of people unfairly against him. He says to the interviewer, "Then it was FEA time." The interviewer asks what he means by that, and Brady answers, "Fuck 'em all."

You can multiple that times a lot in this case.

Here's a name: Jill Bialosky. You're going to be seeing it a lot in these pages.

Started to watch a film and the opening image was of text on a screen, with the first line reading, "What you are about to see, is real." Illiterate society. You can't get the first, very simple on-screen line of your film grammatically correct? Commas aren't salt and pepper. You don't have this free-hand to sprinkle them or not where you want, save in rare cases.

Stayed up late Saturday night watching hockey and basketball and downloading Who shows and thinking of stories, but that's okay because I'm planning a Who book and stories are stories. Then I went to bed and had nightmares about half a dozen subjects and awoke with a headache but no headache this morning.

BC beat BU soundly in the Hockey East Championship. Fourteen goals in two games at the Garden. They have it rolling--now it's time for the big tournament, the one that really matters. The men's basketball team had their season come to an end against UNLV in the NIT out in the desert, but at least they managed to get a few more games in.

Twenty-six degrees yesterday, strong winds. One of those days where I barely hang on. Regrouped. Cold as well today, not as cold. Ran 3000 stairs and did 400 push-ups Saturday. Ran the last two cycles of stairs and did twenty push-ups all with my mouth closed, just out of curiosity in continuing on from that little experiment of the other day. I only walked three miles yesterday, which marked 2814 days, or 402 weeks, without a drink.

I watched all of that Patriots docu-series, and I'll have comments about it going forward.

Need to go through these pages and correct typos and the like.

Downloaded the RVG edition of Dexter Gordon's 1962 album, Go. He's not talked about as much as some other had bop drummers, but Billy Higgins was excellent. If he was on the session, you likely can't go wrong in listening to it.