But if you must…do go on making fun of the world. Already searching for my Chicago tour tickets.
In my journals for as long as they, the journals, exist, Trevor Noah quotes recorded “ain’t nobody got time for that” (roughly, I think) and “miss me with that bull blah blah” (roughly, I think).
Trevor Noah is in my book (late night culture section, yup), not quite John Oliver stature yet because John Oliver and his team are singular.
But in the months since he announced he’d be leaving The Daily Show for what’s next, Trevor Noah and his funny fake news team correspondents have absolutely crushed with hilarious, sometimes woeful, truth. Sometimes just needed way-out-loud, scare-the-neighbors, laughs.
Last night Noah said that if you want to know what America really is like, ask a Black woman. Like the (his words, I quote) brilliant Black women who raised him. That interview with his South African Grandmother (yes, YouTube) a must-watch.
Update December 22, 2022.
North America. Everyone is getting out-of-control wind, snow, cold, bad runways, bad tracks, bad roads, just about now. Durn, even Texas. (Working away from Austin for about a year, still I can’t, won’t, quit KUT, it’s home, and wow, today nothing else on but to hear from there of that double-digit-in-minutes Texas cold front which always confuses we native Yankees on its first time.)
There are people working in this dangerous crap, so that spoiled ones like me can have heat and light and warm water (and jeez, lettuce and tomatoes and cucumbers, papaya, for goodness sake, December, and my niece’s Christmas tamales, smoked salsa, such a thoughtful gift).
So here I am, lucky by family of birth and (credit where due) my own work, a calm day. No walking, riding, driving, flying. Just perfect quietude for cleaning, organizing, puttering, writing. Oliver The Cat loving all that frozen white outside his gazing window with snooze breaks in his pod.
And starting today, in my world, first day of winter, more daylight starting to come.
Meanwhile. In Somalia, drought and famine. In Afghanistan and Iran, women without zero, none-zero, human dignity. In the U.S., barnacle super cretin “invest**s” buying the land out from under real people whose mobile homes are all they, the real people, have in this world. Hundreds of thousands of loved ones, and I am not exaggerating, not even close, dead this year so that cursed souls make stinking money from the deadliest of drugs. Can I have one Christmas wish? Every decent person carry Narcan. It’s free. You might save somebody’s life.
Update December 24, 2022
And. Back on topic, late night “discourse.” And well, since it’s still up and working, a little of the YouTube, why-winter-not? A part of a chapter in my book does the funny-serious late night people. Lots to write of there, for sure. Today, it happens to be Amber Ruffin and John Oliver yucking it up chair-by-chair YouTube. Then when I get there, Trevor Noah live.
Everything is data.
Dayna Finet 