Hi! It's R. Eric Thomas. From the internet?Hi!This week: the Moon: what does it want from us and why?; Maxine and the meme; Chris-course takes over Hollywood; and the last trip to Lovecraft Country. Let me tell you what really burns my biscuits! Burns them right up. Charred. Briquettes! I nestled into the couch, cup of coffee in hand, swaddled in a blanket and a cardigan, and opened my laptop to start this newsletter only to be stymied by the complete and utter absence of internet. The wifi was ostensibly working; my phone had ‘net juice; the computer, however, was like “Lo, you have stepped into the past and I with you. We are on the Oregon Trail—the real one not the game—and we have but our wits and some kindling to make a life with.” This happens a lot on the sofa I was sitting on; I guess it’s a dead spot in the house. Here is the problem with this supposed spot of death: the sofa is literally on top of the router. The router is on the floor and the sofa is above it and through those cushions all internet life in our house springs, like a fountain or an oil spill, depending on what’s happening on the internet on a given day.
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