a good day to be a human

it's a good day to be breathing, to still be alive, to be a human. i decided to make a cover for dad's book this morning. astoundingly quick was the process! i did this on canva in about 1 hour w "help" of a.i.... the verb's in quotes bc of its implication of agency... dad & mom were so delighted by the cover results, i am happy to have used cyber means. (ignore the stupid blue outlines. i forgot to unclick them before screenshotting the images.)

last foggy evening, james & i were noshing at carl's jr in gorman when we noticed that the drive-through voice was eerily measured & pleasant. sure enough, the chain & a score of others have gone to using a.i. for drive-up service. james, of course, immediately riffed on all the profane ways he would deal w/such an entity... in bakersfield, i ordered doordash or grubhub or some damn thing for mom & dad, too tired to make dinner. the next morn, dad asked alexa what was the temperature in frazier park, to see if it was a good moment for me to get home. the a.i. assistant reported the stats, then added, "and by the way, remember to thank your driver for last night's delivery." if we'd been sucking on mints, dad & i would've swallowed them whole at that moment as we goggled at each other. she knows. ... who would've predicted the ease with which our culture has invited into our homes big brother? we volunteer with eagerness to install into our private spaces the all-knowing screens & devices. yes, everything is so damn easy now... we hardly have to use our limbs; the tech does it all! (picture the movie "wall-e," with its helplessly vestigial humans, but even that brilliant film didn't foresee the machines' takeover of our private spaces!) it all is frigging creepy to me, & so i'm glad to be back in my funky, analog mountain home. if i want a.i.'s help, all i have to do is push a button & speak into my phone, but i choose to do that. as far as i can tell, nothing is listening in, & that's how we want it!

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this has been a really, really, really weird week. anyways, some good came of it bc yesterday & today i edited dad's book, which has been hanging around his neck albatross-in-cement-shoes-like. and spending much time with the dear parents and dog furrrballl muffins. and i made a teepublic store for james shirts. i guess i did that part backwards bc it turns out most ppl don't make 10 cents on teepublic, but at least i got some cool designs up. and it could be a place for me to put my own visual art, which is a something i haven't indulged in in quite a spell. i sure hope to go home tomorrow tho it's nice to be here, where there are stores & sidewalks... but also smoagg. (think of the song "let's have a war," fear.) and i hope that my james will be all better soon. geez, i'm so exhausted i can't even move. brain tiredness can be as wiping-assout as body tiredness. time for a showwwwwa. here is the link to the store, and a picture of it, too: http://tee.pub/lic/MOxlzrZRhag