Reading Watching Listening

Reading…

I Know What I’m Doing and Other Lies I Tell Myself by Jen Kirkman. I’ve been on a personal essay collection kick lately, and I picked this one up because I enjoy Kirkman’s standup. It is less comedic than I expected. That’s not to say that it isn’t darkly funny. It’s funny in the way that I am often funny: through self-effacement and a recognition of both the absurdity and the disastrousness of life. I’ve been most struck, though, by Kirkman’s brutal honesty. It’s a resonating book for me, even though I’m not in the same life space she is, and sometimes those are the most gratifying resonances to find.

Watching…

You’re the Worst. I don’t know what it says about me that I find the deeply fucked up relationships between deeply damaged people in this show almost endearing, but it makes for compelling television. Season two drops on Shomi today, and I am so stoked.

Listening…

The Next to Normal soundtrack. On loop. I don’t think the angst of this show will ever stop resonating with me. Bonus points for these videos of recording sessions. For some reason, I really love watching recording sessions for musicals.