Star Demon

A. with his father, learning to cook1My first memory is sitting in a high chair in front of a small Zenith television. The opening credits for a sitcom played, maybe Happy Days or Laverne & Shirley, and there was a shenanigan that involved kissing a mannequin. It scared the hell out of me, and I screamed until my father patted my head, called me “big guy,” and changed the channel. For years, my mom couldn’t take me into a department store because I was so horrified by mannequins. Much of our shopping at Sears took place with her hand over my eyes.Why do some encounters alter our perception while others leave no trace? C and I have been discussing resonance quite a bit these days, now that everything feels both more customized and predictive yet also more chaotic. She described resonance well in episode 42, and I’m increasingly convinced an event, idea, or image sticks only when it is unexpected and half-understood.A scene from Dream Club2Last week, eight of us gathered to eat tacos…