about downtime, lately.
A short one tonight, as I am still feeling under the weather. I’m in week three of a cold, complete with an ear that’s completely closed off and a lovely sore throat that just came on today. Last night I didn’t get to sleep until 3am so I was basically a zombie all day. It’ll be an early night.
Let us default to a roundup of watching/listening/reading:
Watching: First of all, I’m in the middle of a Buffy rewatch. It’s been several years since the last time I went through this one, and that time I still didn’t get all the way through it. There are episodes of Season 7 I still haven’t seen, because of a severe aversion to the Slayerettes. We’ll see what happens this time. Right now I’m in Season 3, and there’s so much late 90’s nostalgia going on, back when everyone was surfing the ‘net, and wigging out about stuff.
Also, Jessica Jones, River, and Master of None, randomly on Sunday nights. My friend Michelle and I have had a Sunday night food-and-wine-and-TV tradition for years now, maybe predating Game of Thrones but I think that’s what cemented it. We find other stuff to watch in between GoT seasons and are working our way through all three of these right now. Everything is on Netflix.
(A note for Netflix people: This is where I implore you to watch an Australian show called Rake. When you search for it, it might have Greg Kinnear’s picture in the avatar from the American remake, but it’s the Australian version with Richard Roxburgh and it’s brilliant.)
Listening: Now it’s Christmas music, but since September 25th up until basically last weekend, it was all Hamilton, all the time. When I was visiting Melissa in July, she told me of a hip-hop musical about the life of Alexander Hamilton, and I responded with “Whaaaaaat?” almost exactly in the manner of Thomas Jefferson in this musical. I don’t know what to say about it that hasn’t already been said a million times. It’s every superlative and so layered and nuanced that you can listen to it every day for two months and learn something new every day for two months.
Reading: Unsurprisingly: Alexander Hamilton, by Ron Chernow. I’m switching back and forth between the actual book and the audiobook. My dad actually listened to it years ago, all 39 hours of it, and was totally sucked in. (My mother feels like she read it because he couldn’t stop telling her about it.) It is a captivating story, and very captivatingly written, and it’s all making me feel like a bad feminist because I kind of don’t want him to get taken off the $10 bill like he’s supposed to be in a few years. Let’s put a woman on the $20! Screw Andrew Jackson.
And with that, I bid you good night.
I wrote this while listening to…
The Christmas Song, by Nat King Cole.
I mean, it’s a classic.