Again, I don’t have a ton to write about today. Saw Dune last night (self-indulgent, too long, ponderous…and strangely, I liked it). Going to start Survivor today (the greatest show on television). Also finishing Sex Education on Netflix (a show that I absolutely adore for its storytelling and characters, though I am always hesitant to recommend it because, quite frankly, some people are utter prudes and can’t handle nakedness).

So, what shall I write about? Well, let’s play a game. I’m going to pick some pictures from a folder on my computer and I will tell you about them.

Here is me in 1987. I am on the left. Notice the big 80s glasses. During this year, I was the president of our school’s student council. I decided to run for as many political offices as I could that year, all in an attempt to get on as many pages as I could in the yearbook. 1987 was a good year for me, but there was still an element of subversiveness with what I was doing. Notice the way I am sitting. I was trying to encourage my classmates to all sit a certain way for the photo because I thought it would be funny. Clearly, only three of us were cool enough to do it. I was looking forward to causing problems in school, even at that age.