The Color of Stepped on Gum Is the Color of Our Times

I contemplated not honoring all four birthdays of the Great Run of BLCKDGRD Holy Days as I have every year for more than two decades here and the prior iterations of this current shitty blog and then decided to for more than just the sake of Fuck It, which I'll keep mum. I may read the copy of Melville's *Redburn* I found in a Michigan used books store last month sometime in the next year though reading the first ten pages the night after I found the copy did not inspire me. I can't imagine summoning the determined concentration necessary to reread Gass' *The Tunnel* (though rereading it as the clusterfuck worsens and assholes and assholedom are celebrated as heroes of the clusterfuck is probably a good idea) but I might do *Omensetter's Luck* in the next year, and I didn't binge on Kate Bush or the Grateful Dead for Jerry because I can hear any song in my head by both any time I want. I have been Hüsker Dü bingeing of lateA fine metaphors abounding work email chain today:Dear Jeff,I…