I am on the balcony, laptop pulsing heat onto my uncovered legs, nose stuffy from a summer stress cold, red wine (Malbec) in a Graceland mug on the window ledge behind me, three citronella candles and a mosquito coil flickering around me, yet I see the mosquitoes in silhouette against my screen, darting here and there and up and down and, occasionally, settling on a patch of skin still enough to penetrate and make me flinch and slap at ghosts. The fact that I have covered myself in cancer-causing agents doesn’t matter to these creatures; I have been mosquito bait my entire life and they all want in life is what’s inside of me. The Red Cross couldn’t covet my blood at the level that these fucking mosquitoes do. <\/p>\n
I have spent a week not off the grid, but beneath the grid, opting out of the constant give and take of certain social networking sites and programs and devices and notions. I usually love it, that cascade of constant information, but sometimes it feels a little less like a waterfall and a little more like water torture and I have to say enough and take a break. It was good to not have to deal with the constant pop-ups of the latest “news” but it left me feeling a bit clueless about even the most incremental bits of the zeitgeist. I’m an info addict and I’m not proud and I don’t know how to “fix” me and frankly I don’t think I need fixing and I’ve got a lot to say about the matter, see, but there’s no need because life is too short to keep having to explain myself to everyone else.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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