It's the first week of all that's new, and it's only Wednesday. Watching every new update in real time is disorienting.

Death to the handshake.
A moment was all it takes.

David Attenborough, please tell us what happens next.

Elected officials are asking people not to go to bars and restaurants for now. Restaurants are voluntarily closing their doors until more is learned about the situation. Social distancing is recommended.

I've left my apartment sparingly since I began working from home on Tuesday. I've been going out about once a day for food on my block, but that's pretty much it. I guess it's been about the past 24 hours or so where the message to just stay home has been made clear, so this is where you'll find me.

Attic.
Addict.

Dear 2020,

In January, when I said you were just going to be another basic bitch year, my bad.

Love,
Thawny

All that could go wrong,
is just a beautiful song.

"Aquata.
Adrena.
Arista.
Adena.
Adella.
Alana."

From the song Daughters of Triton in the movie The Little Mermaid.

Room temp.
Yeah, you bent.

There’s a dire shortage of Purell for racism.

Dead plants,
tight pants.
So much angst,
but give thanks.

Self-care is not scrolling your life away at 1am.

I made this for you,
show me that gorgeous chew.

이젠,

버틸 수 없다고.

From the song 기억의 습작 by Exhibition.

Is that necessary,
couldn't you just wait and see?
They promised the food was coming,
way to seethe.

Being a receptacle for sauce,
is what makes you the boss.

It ain’t none of my business,
except for my sandwich.
Cause the bite you’re taking,
I don’t think you can manage.

"I hadn’t googled him in forever (I promise)."

From the February 28, 2020, New York Times Opinion piece: My Ex-Boyfriend’s New Girlfriend Is Lady Gaga. By Lindsay Crouse.

This was such a fun read, and I also didn't know that "google" as a verb is lowercased. I see it now though.

Brain off,
just mosh.
Zero thoughts,
oh gosh.

Oh donkatsu and tteokbokki,
where you can you be?
Your friend jjajang is waiting,
I'll show you, come see.

Prepared to be read, bread.
Cause I ain't feeling no threat.
On the subway seeing the action,
satisfaction with all that might, passion.

Give me so funny, so stupid, so many eyes rolling back.

At the stoplight,
don’t press rewind.

All day I think, "okay, why am I thinking this?

"TAE, DO YOU WANT TO BE IN MY POETRY CLUB?"

An email with the subject line above was both my invitation and introduction to Thomas Miller's poetry club. 

It arrived in May of 2010, with the body of the email simply containing that week's poem, along with the name of its author and what years they lived. After giving it a read, I responded with an excited yes, saying I'd love to. But I wasn't sure what joining entailed, and if it took place at some sort of gathering or if I'd need to be buying books to prepare. So when I asked Thomas about how to join, my second installment of Thomas Miller's poetry club came with this email subject line: "You don't have to do anything...you just get a poem every week...like this one." 

And until this year, those poems have continued to come. 

I first met Thomas because he worked with my best friend Judy. Thomas and Judy weren't just coworkers who became close friends after years of working together, but they had a genuine friendship and connection. I mean, let's not even talk about them being birthday twins. But because he and Judy were close, I was able to get to know Thomas pretty well throughout the years. 

Thomas was genuinely one of the sweetest people I know. He was kind, and a definite one of a kind. He was loved for his big heart and also known for his unique style. And on top of all that, he was really interesting with tons of knowledge about art and whatever fine cultural events were happening in the city. On almost every day of the week, you could find Thomas out at an exhibit or sitting in the audience of some gorgeous production. Even the last time we hung out one-on-one was to watch ballet at Lincoln Center last year, which was my first time ever doing so. He loved anything that celebrated both the visual and performing arts and once told me he's "obsessed with looking at beautiful things." And this wasn't just for when he was outside his house.

Some years ago, a tough transitional phase of mine had me going through a long period of couch crashing. When Thomas heard about this through Judy, he generously offered to let me stay in his spare bedroom for a few months as I got back on my feet. Thomas had been living in his place since the 80s, so stepping inside his home was a deep immersion in who he was. Practically every inch and corner was decorated with some item. The spare bedroom I slept in was filled with things as well, from eccentricities I couldn't stop staring at to shelves of books and delicate figurines. And because there was no Internet connection in that room, a small analog tv near the bed was what I usually used to break the silence as I admired my surroundings. Being there in his home with all of the things he loved comforted me in a way. I was so used to living out of a suitcase with minimal belongings, and that's why Thomas' place was a great reminder in the serenity that can come from a home with stuff that brings you joy.

Sadly, Thomas passed away last weekend. His funeral was yesterday, and I was grateful to be able to go and say my goodbyes. You can read his obituary here, and also a recent article about him here. And as for Thomas' poetry club, while they became less frequent in the past few years, he had kept up sending out his poems since he first signed me up a decade ago. The final poem Thomas ever sent was on January 5th of this year.

While going through old photos to look for ones with Thomas, I found the following ones below I took at a work dinner of his, Judy's and their colleagues. This night is from exactly ten years ago in February of 2010.

Rest in peace, Thomas. You were a light to many.

Thomas Miller (1958-2020)

"He prolly thinkin' I'm in pain,

but I'm really on game."

From the song B.I.T.C.H. by Megan Thee Stallion.

"I've got a meeting in the ladies room,
I'll be back real soon.

From the song Meeting In The Ladies Room by Klymaxx. 

Turn off television.
Put away phone.
Blast music.
Open laptop.
Don't stop.
Let the prose drop.

Into fear.
Interfere.

I don’t think I can do this anymore.

Turning 37,
has me asking when?

Parasite.

Heck yeah!

The game has changed,
nothing remains.
Yet you’re still the same?

That's insane.

Microscopic,
next topic!
Kick that thought,
emptied pockets.

"I'm gonna ride this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off. Live your life."

Said by Martin Lawrence in his stand-up special Runteldat.

At this point,
it's smarter.
To let go,
bye martyr!

Tweaked.
Tweaker.
Obliques.
Bleaker.

The past few weeks or so.

Can't hear you,
can't see you.
Can't meet you,
won't do.
At sunrise,
be surprised.
Same bullshit,
it's true.

Well if you put it that way...

It exists.
Hit or miss,
stay true to your shit.
When running on empty,
stare at that list.

I have tteokbokki fever.

"There's a certain detachment that sensitive people must maintain to endure the harsh realities of this world."

Said by RuPaul in his audiobook Guru.

You’re not interesting.

Somewhere else.

You're my favorite new verb.

Already forgotten,
to forever stay rotten.

One-syllable life,
I need my pulse hyped.

Decision to incision,
no sneezing on that vision.

No more crumbs in bed,
dump that thing instead.

Private. Dining. Room.

Unclench, and feel that drench.

Color outside the line,
snap outside the frame.
Stir until it splashes,
rock a clean fade.

Beard.
Weird.
Feared.
Bleared.

Coughing into the pillow,
now everybody say wayo.

I am always watching the same movies on repeat.

...is that because things in my life feel like they’re on repeat too?

I felt a little bit of that.

"If you make a plan, life never works out that way. Look around us. Did these people think, 'Let's all spend the night in a gym?' But look now. Everyone's sleeping on the floor, us included. That's why people shouldn't make plans. With no plan, nothing can go wrong."

Said by the character Park Dong-Ik in the movie Parasite.

"Shin never became a novelist, but he named his first successful business, a company that marketed chewing gum, Lotte after Charlotte, the female character in Wolfgang von Goethe’s novel 'The Sorrows of Young Werther.' Mr. Shin was especially proud of the name Lotte, calling it 'the best choice in my life.'"

From the January 19, 2020 NYT Article: ‘Chewing Gum Tycoon’ of Lotte Group, Shin Kyuk-ho, Dies at 98. By Choe Sang-Hun.

People know.
People, no!

You know that scene in Beaches when CC Bloom bangs on her radiators with a frying pan so her super turns up the heat?

I think I've thought about her doing that literally every time I lay eyes on a radiator here in NYC. And this has been since I first watched it as a kid.

"Dear CC, we're spending summer at our beach house. It's very peaceful here. I get to ride horses and think a lot."

Said by Hillary in the movie Beaches.

Wash your hands x 100.

Other fish to fry,
other beans to boil.
Other cabbage to cook,
another thought to toil.

The past few weeks or so.

Descend.
Defend.
Demand.
Dreamland.

"I'm making spaghetti. You'd better come home soon."

Said by the character Eun Ho on the Netflix Korean drama: Romance Is a Book. Season 1, Episode 11.

The current soundtrack of living in NYC includes a lot of coughing and sneezing.

Invisible. An afterthought.

What even am I?

I had a perfect train day today. Well, at least half of one on my commute home that is.

I can't even remember when I started calling it this, but I gave the label perfect train day to those odd days when every subway I'd have to take would somehow magically show up the moment I got to the platform. This used to mean it would happen both in the morning and evening in simpler times when I didn't live in my current place and getting to wherever I worked only required taking a single subway line. But since I have to take 3 subway lines to get to my office now, perfect train days seem pretty much impossible. There's no way this could happen to six different trains in a single day of commuting. However, it did happen on my way home. The G, 7 train and D train all pulled into each station the moment I got there and I even managed to snag a seat every time. Sure, I worked a little late today and left my office at 8pm so that was probably why I got seats, but the timing still all matched up! It's been a while since I've had a perfect train day in any shape or form, so it made me pretty happy and was the highlight of my evening. It was a nice little reminder that it does still exist! Yes, exciting stuff going on here, folks.