Apparently, Joan Didion had a memoir called The Year of Magical Thinking about the death of her husband. That should be something to seek out.
I’m so exhausted that I don’t want to play games or do anything but lay here. I’ve already written some pretty heavyweight stuff and it seems like just after a couple hours of being conscious I’m ready to revert to unconsciousness. I have a gigantic task for this coming year, stripping away anything that doesn’t serve me in both my collections and my journals. I think the archives will be fairly safe, outside of the journals I need to extract for reading notes. I think by using [Obscure Curiosities] as a central hub for storing quotes and other thought provoking material, along with some of my own insights, I’ll stop being so overwhelmed with my penchant for saving every single thing that tickles my fancy. I simply don’t have the time or energy, no one does, to fully appreciate or absorb it all.
I listened to a very long article on my phone on Cooperstown Cred about Cole Hamels and his case for the Baseball hall of fame.
I’ve written at length about my fascinations with hall of fame voting, and the article I wrote for chronicles of Absurdia is one I’m likely to update this year coming as we start seeing qualitative narrative aspects of player careers become even more important than quantitative metrics, no matter how you slice them. Like Chris bodig, I don’t see Hamels as a hall of famer but also I can’t see a definitive reason why he shouldn’t be excluded; the biggest case against him is the four guys ahead of him are locks for the hall. And he doesn’t have the one team dominant pitcher for a bad team narrative of king Felix, who I think is a hall of famer if just barely. Remember a plaque is a plaque. They’re all equal.
