9.24.25 - ZEROGRAD DC

Wednesday 9.24.25

KCMO

Dear rabble-rousers, awkard anchorites, and power nappers,

The seasonal change has me up about 1/2 hour early. This is weird. Last night I took an REM-inducing nap in the evening. When I wake up early I generally feel good about coffee and writing, and getting on with the day even if I want that half hour of Z time.

I bumped into a cool movie called Zerograd on Night Flight last night. I only caught the last half hour, but I have it on my list now. Dreamy, absurd—with a beautiful color palette. It seemed to be about propaganda as its own weird dream state. I always check out what’s airing on Night Flight—like firing up a TV in the old days to see what’s on, without infinite choices.

I discovered this movie on the same day the highest office in the land chose to single out a particular brand of pain medication as the cause of autism. Follow the money on that one, you’ll need something for the headache.

Could be that stunt was about retaining a slim demographic of privileged libertarian and oppositionally defiant jam-band fans. A dumb-ass press conference is water off a duck’s back for the anti-social vigilante wing and for Mao-ga hardliners, but much intrigue for those dreaming off a life off the grid without Tylenol. Toothaches are real, propaganda less so. Calgon take us away.

Yours truly,

DJ