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    “I was just trying to balance it!” — my three-year-old, Miles, who stuffed a piece of dried-out purplish Play-Doh into his left nostril, which I unclogged with tweezers. Pandemic parenting is going fine. Everything is fine.



    1. We’re sending our next issue to the printer in a week, and, in addition to projects about the protests and the 2020 class of high school seniors, it includes interviews about life during a pandemic with nearly 100 Louisvillians — hair stylists, Uber drivers, bartenders, musicians, painters, chefs, grocery workers, nurses, people who’ve lost family members to COVID-19, and more.
                One interviewee, a hospital chaplain named Adam Ruiz, said, “I was outside the room with a wife. And her family did not want her to go into the room, because they were already losing their dad, and they didn’t want to lose Mom as well. And so we were outside the room, looking through the glass doors. And there’s a couple nurses. One of the nurses put her hand on the husband’s head, and then on his shoulder. And I remember that nurse, she leaned down at one time and whispered something to him. I asked her afterward, ‘What did you say?’ And she said, ‘I told him we were sorry that we couldn’t save his life.’”


    2. This week’s LEO cover story, by Cary Stemle (who used to be editor of the alt-weekly), is about livestreamers at the protests, and how they’re sparking a discussion about “what qualifies as journalism and who is a journalist?” and whether or not LMPD is targeting them through arrests.
                The piece includes a list of eight livestreamers, many of whom I’ve watched late into the night on Facebook Live, falling asleep with phone in hand. Stemle writes that one of them, Maxwell Mitchell, documented “a young photographer named Tyler Gerth, who lay mortally wounded, his blood visible on the sidewalk.” And also what preceded that scene: “A man we now know is Steven Lopez…is holding a pistol, his arms raised over his head.
                “He fires into the air, then lowers the gun and points into the park. He fires again.”


    3. Minda Honey, who runs Spalding University’s undergrad creative writing program, had an essay this week for Salon about, well, so much: growing up Black in Kentucky, being the only Black family on her block in Fern Creek, avoiding “sundown towns” at night, lamenting Charles Booker’s loss to Amy McGrath in the Democratic primary for U.S. Senate (“I’m too heavy-hearted to pull up my ‘Charles Booker for Senate’ yard sign just yet”). She talks about how she attended U of L at the same time as Booker and Kentucky’s Republican attorney general, Daniel Cameron, the first Black man to hold the position. She writes, “If TV shows were set in places like Louisville, I’d watch a fictionalized series about Booker and Cameron as college adversaries — the Black progressive who believes in universal health care because his family had to ration his insulin when he was younger at odds with the Black Republican who calls Mitch McConnell his mentor.”
                Honey is raising money to launch TAUNT, an alt-weekly sponsored by Queer Kentucky.


    4. Available today: My Morning Jacket’s The Waterfall II, with songs recorded during the same sessions that produced 2014’s The Waterfall. I’m bummed I couldn’t make last night’s YouTube listening party, but by the time you read this I’m guessing I’ll have already listened to the new album twice (thrice?) all the way through.
                I’ve seen MMJ (and this is just in-town shows) at Waterfront Park during Forecastle, at Waterfront Park when it wasn’t Forecastle, at the Yum!, at the Iroquois Amphitheater on back-to-back nights…. The highlight was probably the 2011 Circuital launch party at the Palace, with a nine-song encore that had Erykah Badu onstage for the band’s blazing cover of her song “Tyrone.”
                All of which is to say: I’m glad I found some local music news able to excite me more than (OK, as much as) Ginuwine performing at the Kentucky State Fair next month. Will Ginuwine’s “Pony” be the first live music I hear in 2020? Let’s dooooo it.


    5. Couldn’t sleep the other night and did this:

    What, you can’t tell? That’s my attempt at figuring out which colleges have more than one QB starting in the NFL. Not including schools players transferred from, my obviously scientific half-assed Wikipedia-ing turned up: Cal, Oklahoma and, you already knew, U of L. Lamar Jackson of the Baltimore Ravens and Teddy Bridgewater of the Carolina Panthers were both Cards, and they’re supposed to play against each other in a preseason game next month if the preseason happens, and who knows if the regular season will happen, and…I might miss sports more than I realized?
                Oh, and speaking of sports! The National Women’s Soccer League’s newest expansion team will be called Racing Louisville Football Club, the “Racing” traditionally for teams close to “auto, horse and cycling tracks.” They’ll start playing games next spring. We’ll have fun things again next spring, right?

    Support for Louisville Magazine comes from the Louisville Ballet, which has announced its Season of Illumination Memberships, which go on sale July 15 and give access to all productions in the ballet’s 2020-’21 digital season. In mid-October, the ballet and Kertis Creative plan to release their first in a series of cinematic collaborations, performed and filmed inside the ballet’s studio on Main Street.



    A little something from the LouMag archive.

    Ninety-one-year-old Lovell Bush, a longtime mutuel department manager at Churchill Downs, died Tuesday. When Dylon Jones interviewed him for our 2015 Derby issue, Bush said, “I was a U of L student when they came out and solicited clerks to work Derby time. I guess it got in my blood, because I’ve been there since then. Minus three years that Uncle Sam had my services during the Korean War.
                “Stick around long enough, you’ll hear a tip on every horse in the race. You can win the race, but you can’t beat the races. Some people say they make a living off of betting horses. I don’t believe it. They’ll tell you how much they’ve won, but they’ll never tell you how much they lost.”


    Last night, my wife and I asked our kids how we should celebrate our 11-year anniversary this weekend.
                “The zoo! The elephants!” said Emilia, who’s six.
                Miles, our three-year-old, said, “Stretch!” (Get your mind out of the gutter! There’s nothing Ginuwine “Pony” about his suggestion!) “You know,” he continued. “At the Y?” He was referring to the beginner yoga classes Bri and I started taking in the winter, which we haven’t attended since quarantine.
                “Can we just watch Annie?” Emilia asked.
                So we just watched Annie, the 2014 version with Quvenzhané Wallis as Annie and Jamie Foxx as William “Will” Stacks (like Daddy Warbucks). And I’m glad we did because I’m pretty sure our kids unknowingly uncovered a YUGE scoop.
                Foxx’s character, who’s running to be mayor of New York, is “the richest guy in the world” and at one point somebody points at a building and tells him, “Your name’s gonna look great up there.” Also, and I’m not kidding, Foxx’s character says, “Great is all I know. I built my company to be a worldwide leader. That’s what I’m gonna do with the city. I want to make it great again.”
                Trump got MAGA from Jamie Foxx in an Annie remake.
                Bet your bottom dollar.

    Josh Moss
    editor, Louisville Magazine


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