It feels like I’m not able or allowed to be my best self at all times, like I have to claw back progress I had previously won.

For you introspective writers: Do you ever come across something you’ve written that is deeply personal, and true—then forgotten? And wonder how you could have lost track of such a moment of clarity?

Have been listening to All Yours by Submotion Orchestra a bunch this week. Rediscovered it lurking in my collection and I’m not sure where I heard it originally. Something like Thievery Corporation, Supreme Beings of Leisure, or Brand New Heavies.

Still true: Deftones scream so I don’t have to

I guess it has begun in St. Paul with the Summer fireworks shenanigans. I hope it’s fireworks.

Memorial Day

I wish I could tell you more about him. He was my mother’s mother’s brother, a great uncle, but I never met him.

My grandmother said she called him “Jumbo,” and she was hoping I would take to the same nickname. As an awkward preteen at the time, I didn’t want to be associated with being overweight. I didn’t hear the love in her request.

From what I understand, he was 28 when killed in Germany. He had probably a 6th grade education and was a farm worker. I think he was working with his brothers on the family farm, which at one point was a fairly sizable operation. I don’t know what loves he may have had and I don’t think he had a family of his own.

In other news, today I learned my Nintendo Switch has the ability to be a host. Not only with a WiFi hotspot but also a web server. I haven’t done a great deal of local play with other switch owners, but I guess those technologies makes sense for group play.

Have spent some time on Animal Crossing, now I’m starting to look around at what others have done.

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