“A coffee table book about coffee tables!”

good dog

I discovered a new (to me) author, recently.  Michael Chabon.  I just began reading, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay.  I’m on part three in the novel, and already I’ve decided to devour everything Michael Chabon publishes.  He’s a descriptive genius.  I can’t go more than a few pages without marveling over how precisely he managed to describe something.  I’m also a bit floored by how quickly I got to part three.

The story has the potential to trigger me regarding the Holocaust.  (Visiting the Dachau concentration camp memorial remains my deepest soul scar.)  I’m not willing to test whether I can travel there in my mind without weeping yet.  (I’m not big on voluntary snot fests or picking at intangible scars.)  I’m not letting this fear prevent me from continuing, though.  If I need a break, I’ll take it.  So far, I’m super engrossed in the story.

The fickle weather of late is messing with me.  Yesterday it was warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt.  Today, it’s equally pleasant but windy.  Tomorrow and Wednesday, thunderstorms are likely.  Thursday and Friday, perhaps snow. I just cleaned my winter coats for storage.  Heh.  I think I’ll put them away, and run on those days instead of dressing for the weather.  And then hopefully fail to mention it if I catch a Pokèmon cold as a result.  (Equally likely scenarios.) 😁

masked person

I found Amelia Bedelia doing something disgusting, earlier.  My gorge hasn’t settled enough to elaborate.  Suffice to say; I will not be kissing her on the mouth again.  I was going to say ever, but it’s more like until I forget what I witnessed.  (I just wished my attention span longer.)  I can feel an epic belly laugh building, so I’ll probably spend a good while laughing about it soon.  Someone funny should do a short on YouTube about the things pet lovers don’t talk about in polite company.  Just saying.

I had an interesting conversation with the Dr. who diagnosed my Asperger’s Syndrome.  It was about how I consider Seinfeld a goldmine of information on social behavior.  When at one point, I read how Jerry Seinfeld believes he’s also on the autism spectrum, it clicked.  It’s no surprise to me he’s fascinated by social interaction and relationships to the degree of making his show about nothing center on this theme.

The intense focus on what neurotypical minds usually consider irrelevant detail is a component of Seinfeld’s humor.  Part of why so many love his comedy is the inclusion of that internal flash of joy when you first notice something you’ve seen a thousand times.  He relates to people in ways they didn’t know they had in common.  Humor is his ticket into the social world.  I’m proud of him.  I’m also grateful for all the laughs and social skills I’ve gleaned from watching his show.  I’m off to band practice.  💜✌🏽

7 thoughts on ““A coffee table book about coffee tables!”

  • If Jerry Seinfeld is the standard for neurodiverse comedians, I *already* feel inadequate and I haven’t even tried stand-up formally! But, that said, my cat has thrown up *on me.* I am sufficiently adverse to cleaning furniture that it was the one time I looked around and told my Partner “She only got it on me, not the chair. Listen up. This is the only time you will ever here me say this: ‘oh, good, I only have to do laundry.'”

  • Interesting correlation. My bf loves the show. I always enjoy the Kramer character. My cat once peed on my son, who was in bed at the time…no seriously he did. It was about a decade ago. The cause was never determined. He does pee when he’s miffed so he must have been miffed. Telling you that was an attempt to make you feel better. 🙂 Hopefully it helped.

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