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The crash; Should I marry a murderer?

Karin returned to the office after a week’s vacation. I am at home with the boys – including Samuel, who has been puking – and with the three cats.

“School of Hard Knocks” Dory still fights with Ziva and Jasper. We worry for her permanency in our house.

She is gentle with humans, only occasionally biting them (in self-defense).

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Two noteworthy Netflix docs:

(a) The Crash

(b) Should I Marry a Murderer?

I don’t often look at Instagram or TikTok, so these two shows were something of a revelation for me.

Text messaging has for some time been a staple exhibit of the true-crime genre. (See, e.g., Lover Stalker Killer.) But, to my knowledge, only in the last year or so have documentarians made much of compulsive video posting.

The first show’s protagonist is a villain. The other show’s protagonist is a victim/​witness. The former is a teenager just out of school; the latter is a thirty-ish professional – a forensic pathologist (!).

It’s the teen who’s coldly calculating. The corpse dissector is warm-hearted, loyalty-torn, and ultimately heroic.

What they have in common is, they’re always posting video.

And, in the footage they post, using drugs.

(Each program goes to some length to explain that its protagonist’s drug use doesn’t affect the outcome.)

Both protagonists have unconditionally supportive parents, for better or for worse.

One show is as chilling as can be; the other is almost heartwarming. I recommend them both.

My (cat) lady love

Happy birthday to Karin. I found an age-appropriate gift at Goodwill: a volume of James Herriot’s Cat Stories (large-print).

We celebrated at a Mexican ice-cream shop. Nachos, jalapeños, elotes, tortas, paletas, and ice-cream, washed down with mineral water: What could be better?

The shop’s Instagram page has a photo of ice-cream with spicy Cheetos in it.

Some lessons in geography

Today was warm and dry enough for strolling – Samuel was pleased.

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I’ve been watching Capitani (Netflix). It’s a typical cop show, but the episodes are just 24 minutes long. That’s about all I can view without having to pause to look after Samuel.

The show’s location isn’t obvious at first. The language is sometimes like French, sometimes like German.

Switzerland?

No, not mountainous enough.

(The land is hilly and lushly vegetated, like my beloved upstate New York.)

Then I figured it out. Luxembourg. Aha.

Apparently, there are stark regional differences in that nation. The show’s “northerners” and “southerners” constantly disparage one another. So do city and country folk.

This show is set in the country. Village life is comfortable and modern. Houses aren’t especially rustic.

The army is always conducting maneuvers in the forest.

Everyone knows everyone else. Even so, it’s possible for citizens to disappear from the police.

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Disoriented from this excursion into such a vast and untamed land, I put on some YouTube videos of San Marino, another country I’d never visited on TV or in the flesh. San Marino is easier to comprehend.

The government is seated in a castle at the top of a mountain – the country’s highest point. From there, one can easily gaze out, across ten Italian kilometers, all the way to the Adriatic.

Also, there are tourists everywhere.

I look forward to viewing the cop shows of San Marino.

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It would be remiss not to also mention Un mundo inmenso, my favorite geographical YouTube channel (Samuel is fond of it, too).

Finally, I recommend these photos of a yellow penguin. HT: National Geographic.