I am 100% having a beer and playing video games in the background of my son’s zoom taekwondo class, yes, and I feel no shame.

Pupper

I got to be the “you’re one of the lucky 10,000” guy to at least two coworkers today, but about John Prine instead of Mentos.

Two more thoughts:

My wife and I got all dressed up to go see John Prine in concert when we were in grad school. It was a beautiful Saturday night in Tucson. The show was on Friday. I think he would have thought that was pretty funny.

And, this road trip story is wonderful, one of my very favorite things: https://www.oxfordamerican.org/magazine/item/1562-living-in-the-present-john-prine

Peace.

I vividly remember riding in the front passenger seat of a VW Rabbit, on the way up the steep road to Powder Mountain with my dad, listening to a tape of John Prine. I was probably nine. It may be the first memory I have of really paying attention to music. (It was certainly the first time my dad explained marijuana to me, when I asked what Illegal Smile meant! Later I would read the liner notes for his wonderful anthology “Great Days,” where Prine asserts that the song was never about drugs, but it became such a beloved pot smoker anthem that he didn’t have the heart to break it to them.)

There’s so much more to say and remember and listen to. For tonight: His music has been a part of my life for as long as I can recall and I’m sad that he’s gone. Peace.

Afternoon snack time.

My new evening rule is to hard-quit Twitter at dinnertime. All the horror, anger, anxiety & forethought of grief will still be there tomorrow, but I’m better for not spinning in it all night.

Hang in there, John Prine.

Y’all know I’m pretty humble. But there should be a FIELDS MEDAL for the way I just fit all that stuff in the dishwasher.

Shoutouts to this pumpkin + cauliflower + kale soup we whipped up last night.

The values_fn jobber in pivot_wider is so great!