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All American: Homecoming, Naomi: CW Orders Two New Scripted TV Series – canceled + renewed TV shows

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All American: Homecoming and Naomi TV shows on The CW: canceled or renewed?

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The smallest broadcast network has added two new dramas to its 2021-22 season plans. The CW has officially ordered All American: Homecoming and Naomi to series.

All American: Homecoming, a spin-off of the popular All American series, is written and executive produced by Nkechi Okoro Carroll. A backdoor pilot will air as part of All American’s current third season later this summer.

A young-adult drama, the show takes place against a college sports backdrop. The story follows All American’s Simone Hicks (Geffri Maya), a young tennis hopeful from Beverly Hills, and Damons Sims (Peyton Alex Smith), an elite baseball player from Chicago. The pair contend with the high-stakes world of college sports while also navigating the challenges, temptations, and drama of early adulthood while attending a prestigious Historically Black College. Kelly Jenrette, Cory Hardrict, Sylvester Powell, Netta Walker, and Camille Hyde also star.

Meanwhile, the new Naomi series is written and executive produced by Ava DuVernay and Jill Blankenship. It’s based on the 2019 DC Comics series written by Brian Michael Bendis and David F. Walker and drawn by Jamal Campbell.

A superhero drama, the show follows a teenage girl named Naomi’s (Kaci Walfall) journey from her small northwestern town to the heights of the Multiverse. When a supernatural event shakes her hometown to the core, Naomi sets out to uncover its origins, and what she discovers will challenge everything we believe about our heroes. Cranston Johnson, Alexander Wraith, Mary-Charles Jones, Barry Watson, Mouzam Makkar, Daniel Puig, Camila Moreno, Will Meyers, and Aidan Gemme also star.

The CW announced the new series via Twitter and is expected to release its 2021-22 schedule tomorrow.

As for the other possible new series, Tom Swift, a spin-off of Nancy Drew, remains in contention. The network has passed on Our Ladies of Brooklyn from Jennie Snyder Urman, and Black Lightning spin-off Painkiller. Powerpuff, based on The Powerpuff Girls animated series, will be reworked and another pilot will be made.

Check out our CW status sheet to track the smallest network’s new series pickups, renewals, and cancellations. You can find lists of cancelled shows here.

What do you think? Are you looking forward to checking out the new All American: Homecoming and Naomi TV series on The CW?



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Maxwell – The Glass House (We Never Saw It Coming) (Official Video)

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I am here, falling in circles far
Sorrowfully I fall
We never knew at all
We never saw it coming
Like a truck that’s passing
A gun that’s blasting
I feel the lashing

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R. Michael Gordon’s: The Aftermath of the War of the Worlds (Part-19)

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Construction of the above ground ‘house’ cover structure as children play nearby
Construction of the above ground ‘house’ cover structure as children play nearby

[PART 19]

THE GREAT TUNGUSKA EVENT

“The sky split in two and fire appeared…”
S. Semenov

I suppose the singular event, which brought the greatest fear into the hearts of those of us who were planning for interplanetary war, other than another war itself, was the Podkamennaya Tunguska River explosion, which occurred in the early morning dawn of 30 June 1908 in central Siberia, Yeniseysk Governorate, Russian Empire, around 500 miles northwest of Lake Baikal (60o55’N, 101o57’E) 300 miles south of the Arctic Circle. It is a place where Mammoths once roamed and where their bones are still found along the banks of eroded rivers. The fear came from the realization that if the Martians had developed a new weapon of such destructive power no force on Earth could ever defeat them. We would have lost even as the first shots were fired. Therefore, we needed to know if it was an accident of a propulsion system or a weapon of massive power, which had malfunctioned and been set off. It would of course have been nice if it were only a natural event unconnected to the Martians, but alias that was not to be.

Across the vast Gobi Desert in Western China the caravans were once again moving as their drivers looked up to see a fearful fireball tearing across the sky towards Mongolia followed by a roar of thunder. The Martian ship was in trouble, yet all the witnesses could see was the glow from the 5000 degree F. heat as it the craft plunged deeply into the atmosphere. The crew had only seconds remaining and there was nothing else to do but wait for the end.

At zero hours, 13 minutes, 35 seconds GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) on 30 June it went off. “It was too bright for the naked eye.” The sub-arctic peat bogs and dense pine forests of the desolate Siberian plateau came alive with a deafening roar so great and so violent that seismographs in St. Petersburg some 2200 miles to the west recorded the event as did seismographs in Jena, Germany, 1040 miles further west. It even registered on seismographs in New Washington Center. Thunderous explosions could be heard more than 500 miles away. When we first learned of the explosion preset plans classified by Directorates C and L immediately went into effect to discount any reports it was anything other than a natural event, albeit an explosive one. A cover story was soon released. A piece of a comet entering Earth’s atmosphere seemed the best cover story at the time and even today the history books report this acceptable yet completely false explanation developed by Directorate L.

Astronomer I. S. Astapovich from Russia and British astronomer Fred J. Whipple out of London were recruited to explain that it had been a “celestial missile” of sorts. It had been reported as a comet which had been completely destroyed upon contact with the dense lower atmosphere of Earth. As for the bright atmospheric phenomena, they simply stated a comet is largely water ice and therefore the phenomena was a natural effect of all this water in the high atmosphere, dazzling, but harmless. Newspapers in Europe and America reported on the meteorological phenomena as well as the effects on the magnetic fields of Earth. (We would later regret this false explanation of a comet when Halley’s Comet came flying into view and we had to somehow convince the world there was nothing to be afraid of!) Let me explain what really happened.

Tunguska River aftermath of explosion
Tunguska River aftermath of explosion

At the time the first wireless report came in I had been on an inspection tour of our underground facilities in Western Europe. A coded report was radioed to me to get back to headquarters immediately. There had been “an event” and I was expected to be on the team being assembled to investigate. Because of the efforts by Committee team member Dr. Christian Hulsmeyer and others, led by the eccentric yet brilliant electrical engineer and master inventor Dr. Nikola Tesla, we were able to track the incoming Martian machine with a new device we called radar, which had just recently come, as they became fond of saying, “on line.” This crude device (some were surprised it even worked) bounced radio signals off of metal objects in the sky, and if powerful enough, space, which was then picked up by an antenna, and the results displayed on a circular screen called the “telemobiloscope”; another invention of Hulsmeyer and the Tesla team. With this information in hand we knew this was not a comet or meteoroid fragment. We did not consider the possibility of a metallic meteorite. This was a ship coming to Earth from outer space and Mars was the only real suspect. This was the first time the new device had successfully tracked a Martian Flying Machine. It would not be the last. This information, added to what our intelligence people could deduce from extended observation of Mars gave us some of our first clues the Martians were orbiting the Earth even though we had yet to track them. Confirmation would come later as our radars became stronger and more reliable.

We all knew (within the Committee) the Martians were still sending in so-called “observation platforms” with and without crews. (An unmanned device had malfunctioned and crashed month’s earlier in Canada and had subsequently been taken to Committee laboratories for examination.) Now we could track them (sort of), at least when they entered the atmosphere at certain northern points. This gave us all hope that we would be able to use the new device to place military teams on Earth with a certain amount of speed upon finding their machines in the future. As the Earth crews, which manned one of the six radar machines so far completed, began tracking the Martian craft they could see the machine was not moving in a smooth flight – in fact the machine was zigzagging all over the sky. It seemed to the radar operators the Martian crew had somehow lost control. As the craft reached a point around six miles above the primeval forest at Tunguska the radar screens suddenly lit up with a powerful energy signal. The operators later reported the energy burst melted some of their wires and tubes, exploded others and sent a powerful blast into their ears. Two men went to the hospital with damaged eardrums. The ringing would go on for several days. When a backup unit was finally turned on the Martian craft was nowhere to be seen.

The explosion, which could have easily destroyed even the largest above ground population center on the surface of the Earth, had blown over an estimated 80 million trees in minutes over an area of some 800 square miles! The tall conifers of the cold taiga ignited in a flash and would burn for days. We were very lucky that the event had occurred in one of the most remote regions on Earth. This was, and is, one of the largest explosions ever in Earth’s recorded history (by humans at least) since mankind walked upright. The sound could be heard in some places over 1000 miles away as a strong “clap of thunder” or heavy artillery. Nearby northern nomads were tossed into the air along with their tents. Many of their animals were knocked over. 375 miles away the passengers on a train moving along the newly repaired Trans-Siberian Railway were jostled out of their seats as the train ground to a halt. The engineers had seen the tracks just ahead vibrating violently. Our hearts sank as the data from the damaged area came into the Committee. This could have been a weapon of incredible strength, and in the hands of the Martians, to be sure that was very bad news. (Years later we were able to develop a so-called “atomic weapon” the energy released by our new weapon would top out at a little more than one-one thousandth of the strength of the Tunguska detonation!)

Within days several Committee teams were assembled to get to the area of the blast as soon as possible. Our report was classified Most-Secret CoT and became Committee Case File 1908-H4 Tunguska.

The research team found that at 7:17 a.m. local time local Tungus natives (a Mongolian-type people) who herd reindeer for living and new Russian settlers hunting northwest of Lake Baikal saw “it” coming in. From their vantage point in the hills the men saw what was described as a “column of blue light,” as bright as the Sun “too bright for the eyes” flying across the clear blue sky. Those who could stand the light clearly reported the object changed its direction – at least twice! Approximately ten minutes later these men heard what they thought was artillery fire occurring just after they saw a blinding flash that “covered an enormous part of the sky”. People closer to the event were knocked off their feet by a shock wave, which was later reported to have broken windows on huts hundreds of miles away. The Earth itself had trembled. Within minutes thick black clouds rose to an attitude of nearly 12 miles as the entire area became engulfed in a “black sticky rain.” For hours as the rains came thunder could be heard all around.

Further investigation showed the event was registered on seismic stations across Europe and Asia. These records indicated an energy level of around 6.0 on the Professor Thomas scale of earthquake energy. Strong atmospheric pressure waves were also detected and recorded in England as well as Egypt and the United States. Later review showed that atmospheric shock waves had traveled around the Earth twice! The blast had indeed disturbed the Earth’s electro-magnetic field, which as above had been reported by the press. The explosion had placed so much debris into the atmosphere that for days the night sky glowed from luminous silver clouds enough to read the New London Times by this light in much of Europe and Asia. For weeks these displays continued over much of Europe from as far north as New London to as far south as Spain. High altitude ice partials were eventually given credit for this glow, but what was the source of the water? Later reports would conclude the Martians were, as part of their reconnaissance, still acquiring as much water as they could whenever they came to Earth, bringing back Earth reports and Earth water to their planet. This time Lake Baikal, the body of water that holds the largest volume of fresh water on planet Earth, had apparently been their target for acquiring the water. However, this Martian machine would never return to Mars. It seemed to be attempting to return to Earth for an emergency landing having already acquired the water when events overtook the crew. (Apparently our radars had not picked up the craft upon its first entry for the water or its attempt to lift off into space.) In the meantime, the Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory as well as the excellent work of the Mount Wilson Observatory both reported an unusual “decrease in atmospheric transparency” for months. This was thought to have been due to the suspended dust ripped from the forest floor and flung high into the atmosphere by the blast.

Testimony from hundreds of witnesses was taken, many with the same view and story. I include below one as a general view, which represents most with an identical flavor from a Tungus trapper named S. Semenov.

At breakfast time I was sitting by the house at Vanavara Trading Post (40 km south), facing north. I suddenly saw that directly to the north, over Onkoul’s Tunguska Road, the sky split in two and fire appeared high and wide over the forest. The split in the sky grew larger, and the entire northern side was covered with fire. At that moment I became so hot that I couldn’t bear it, as if my shirt was on fire; from the northern side, where the fire was, came strong heat. I wanted to tear off my shirt and throw it down, but then the sky shut closed, and a strong thump sounded, and I was thrown a few yards. I lost my senses for a moment, but then my wife ran out and led me to the house. After that such noise came, as if rocks were falling or cannons were firing, the Earth shook, and when I was on the ground, I pressed my head down, fearing rocks would smash it. When the sky opened up, hot wind raced between the houses, like from cannons, which left traces in the ground like pathways, and it damaged some crops. Later we saw that many windows were shattered, and in the barn a part of the iron lock snapped.

Most of those near enough to the event to see and feel it yet far enough away to survive made similar reports. “The explosion was observed from many points in the form of a vertical fountain rising soon 66,000 feet.” All of these witnesses were told it was an unusual, but very natural event. To be honest these were simple people and they were easy to convince once they learned that “we were official.” No one used the word Martian as we secured the reports from these people. Another member of the team reported, “The fire came by and destroyed the forest, the reindeer and the storehouses. Afterwards, when the Tungus went in search of the herd, they found only charred carcasses. Nothing remained of the storehouses; everything had burned up and melted.” Another Tungus named Vanavara who was 40 miles away stated “A huge fireball covered an enormous part of the sky. There was so much heat that my shirt almost burned off my back. Then an explosion threw me several feet from the porch.”

There were of course other reports some had seen the object “come in.” “…a body shining with a bluish-white light, too bright for the naked eye. It moved downward for about ten minutes. The body was in the form of a pipe (cylindrical). Then a huge cloud of black smoke was formed. A crash as if from gunfire…”

Other investigators, under the guise of the Russian Academy of Science in Moscow, entered the remote area within weeks of the event. They had traveled east on the Trans-Siberian railroad making stops in Omsk, Tomsk, and Krasnoyarsk. Their final stop would be at Kansk a small outpost and the closest train depot to the explosive site.

All members had been briefed on the true nature of the event and were prepared to do whatever was necessary to not only recover what if any evidence was to be gathered up, but do whatever was required to keep any reports of spacecraft or Martians completely covered up. We did have one piece of luck as the remoteness of the area certainly aided their work. The superstitious Tungus feared the place. Member S. V. Obruchev, a Russian geologist working with the Committee, wrote in his report. “In their eyes the ‘meteorite’ is apparently sacred. They carefully conceal the place where it fell. Many more were afraid to even admit that anything unusual had happened. Some of them have even referred to this event as ‘divine punishment from a vengeful Martian god!’ Some were even willing to report however, that several villages near the site had completely vanished, but only after the event had passed.” We never reported any deaths to the general public connected with this event.

When the teams arrived what we saw was overwhelming destruction on a scale not seen since the First Martian War in such an extended area. It was to say – complete. Bare ground, rocks and splintered trees – that was all. Near the ‘epicenter’ of the event one investigator reported standing in a forest of standing “telegraph poles.” The pine trees had been stripped of bark with all of their limbs blasted off and were as dead as the ones outside of this strange central circle. The “telegraph pole forest” sat in the middle of what they called the ‘Great Peat Marsh Caldron’. This was a sure sign the destructive blast had come from above. “The peat marshes of the region are deformed and the whole place bears evidence of an immense catastrophe. The solid ground heaved outward from the spot like giant waves in water.” Everywhere there was “continuous uniform scorching for miles.” The results of even a cursory examination exceeded all the tales of eyewitnesses and my wildest expectations.

The team soon reported that if this vehicle had gone off in a major populated area no human could have survived for miles (unless they were underground). Even so, none of the Tungus guides who had led the teams to the general area would enter the control zone of destruction. They were convinced that the ‘god of Mars’ had cursed the entire area and it meant certain death to go any further. There was however, no ground impact crater.

Immediately going to work, the teams spread out digging test holes, recovering wood, stone and soil for later examination. In all cases radioactivity was present. This was known even as the teams worked the area indicated by devices they had brought with them. In the samples microscopic magnetic spheres and forged silicate were found, as were other metals of a nature as yet unknown to mankind. The team also found traces of cobalt, nickel, copper, germanium and magnetite. This was conclusive evidence of its extraterrestrial origin and intelligent design – Martian design! The only true item, which could be readily identified as a manufactured device, was a small metallic case of around six inches on all sides found by a tracker some thirty miles from the center of the event. Years later this item would be shown to have been an electric record of the vehicle’s flight, apparently ejected from the craft moments before its destruction. A tracking beacon located within the device seemed to have malfunctioned and it was only luck, which placed the record into human hands. That device is now in the private museum at Committee headquarters in Lower-New York City (internally known as the “Red Museum” or the “Mars Shop”).

Our scientists had discovered the explosion was as powerful as it could have been in such a confined area had the Martian’s developed true atomic weapons and beyond. The blast at Tunguska was estimated at around four million tons (4 mega-tons) of explosive power. It was a truly incredible amount of energy from a single device. Professor Delton Zigel calculated that “…the Tunguska explosion’s temperature was several tens of millions of degrees!” The conclusion was that it had been an atomic or the newly discussed possibility of an “anti-matter” engine, which had exploded with a great deal of force, and speed but the background radiation in and around the area was nowhere near as concentrated as it would have been had this been an atomic weapon going off. As far as our scientists could discover at the time the Martians did not have an atomic weapon, at least not yet, despite the massive explosion.

I wrote, “…and as such efforts need to be made on an immediate basis to put such a project on some type of priority if for no reason other than to demonstrate that such a weapon is not feasible.”

With this in mind it was immediately decided to form a team of scientists led by Dr. Ernest Rutherford to discover whether or not it would be possible to actually build a controllable and thus usable weapon of such massive potential destructive power. With a view towards recent events the project was named “The Tunguska Project”. It would take 2-1/2 years of intense mathematical research before Rutherford and his team could present their preliminary results. It was one more potential project that had begun due to our contact with Martians and their proven potential for destruction on a vast scale.

During the same meeting on the advances being made and projected in physics were summed up by Dr. Minkowski. “The views of space and time have sprung from the soil of experimental physics and therein lays their strength. They are radical. Henceforth, space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows, and only a kind of union of the two will preserve an independent reality. The validity without exception of the world postulate [relativity], I like to think, is the true nucleus of an electromagnetic image of the world, which, discovered by Lorentz, and further revealed by Einstein, now lies open in the full light of day to all of humanity.”

It was also during 1908 that William Howard Taft won the American Presidency and H. G. Wells published a book which described what human aerial combat could possibly look like based upon work being done by the Committee. This book, based upon a declassified Committee research program, was published as The War in the Air. It was a huge success as most readers viewed the work as purely fictional. In fact we knew the work was more along the lines of a planning tool for what would become a portion of the upcoming Great Earth War and perhaps beyond. The public was being ‘informed’ of the upcoming dangers even though they did not fully realize it at the time. It was to say the least well constructed propaganda, but would we get the point across that we all had to continue to work together for the good of all?

The development of science had altered the scale of human affairs. By means of rapid mechanical traction it had brought men nearer together, so much nearer socially, economically, physically, that old separations into nations and kingdoms were no longer possible, a newer, wider synthesis was not only needed but imperatively demanded. Just as the once independent dukedoms of France had to fuse into a nation, so now the nations had to adapt themselves to a wider coalescence, they had to keep what was precious and practicable, and concede what was obsolete and dangerous.

Everywhere, all over the world, the historians of the early twentieth century finds the same thing, the flow and rearrangement of human affairs inextricably entangled by the old areas, the old prejudices and a sort of heated irascible stupidity; and everywhere congested nations in inconvenient areas, slopping population and produce into each other, annoying each other with tariffs and every possible commercial vexation, and threatening each other with navies and armies that grew every year more portentous.

This was about the same time (17 September) we lost Lt. Thomas E. Selfridge who had been posted to the Committee’s Aero Study Group from the U.S. Army’s Signal Corps. His work had led him to test flights with the Wright brothers. During one of those tests at Fort Myer, just outside of New Washington Center, the Flyer, piloted by one of the Wrights (Orville as I recall), crashed causing Selfridge to become the first person to die as a passenger of a human constructed powered aero craft. The craft was around 150 feet in the air when the planes propeller cracked and flew off. At that point the ‘flyer’ nosed over into the ground. Lt. Selfridge died later in the day during surgery.

In this same year Henry Ford, now working in New Detroit, having left his original post at the Committee (he would later return to Committee work), rolled out his first production automobile he named the ‘Model T/Tin Lizzie.’ It was an instant success selling as fast as he could build them. (My first one however, kept breaking down!) It would not take long for Ford to develop a production line model that would revolutionize how mass production was accomplished. I read his report with great interest. He stated he was now able to produce a new automobile from his new assembly line every 12 hours dramatically reducing the time and costs of production. He was experimenting with a new method of production. He was placing his parts along the assembly line that would move with the assembled vehicle with one worker performing a single task over and over again. He felt with this new method he could cut the production time to less than two hours! (One car every 93 minutes would eventually come off of his assembly line, but that was a few years away.) He would keep us informed of his progress. I would keep him informed about my car problems.

Mr. Ford stated at the time, “I will build a motor car for the great multitude so low in price that no man will be unable to own one.” In 1900 some 4000 automobiles were produced and sold world-wide. In all of the United States these were only 8000 and many of them had been destroyed or were of little use for hard work. We needed to produce at least twenty-five times that number each year by 1910 in order to fill the demand needed for our continued recovery. Even with that we knew there would be a shortage of automobiles and trucks for some time to come. Several more production lines were soon in operation fully funded by the Committee. Five percent of the sales price would go directly to the Committee general fund. Ford would famously advertise that one could purchase one in “any color you wished as long as it was black.”

Within four years underground electric vehicle production would find its way into Lower-London and Lower-Sydney. With Committee funding Ford was also able to build an underground production facility in New Detroit. It was completely camouflaged, being covered by the rubble of old Detroit with an opening into a new park from a group of covered tunnel entrance points. There was also a side tunnel that connected the New Detroit Tunnel under the Detroit River to Windsor, Canada. Ford could now report that he was employing nearly 3,000 workers at his new facilities.

Construction of the above ground ‘house’ cover structure as children play nearby
Construction of the above ground ‘house’ cover structure as children play nearby

One classified underground facility south of Windsor in the small town of Essex was just now being built next to the water tower. The water tower doubled as the entrance to the small most secret base being set up as one of our emergency communication centers. The ‘water tower’ itself was a well-concealed transmission tower. It could also be operated from a small but comfortable three bedroom house located a few thousand feet west of the tower at 281 Victoria Avenue in Essex. Naturally the small home is only the above ground cover for the four acre underground center. (Entrance code PR68546) The facility could be easily supplied by a rail line conveniently cut through the center of town running only a few yards from the tower.

On 12 September I had the pleasure of being invited to the wedding of my good friend Winston along with J. P. Morgan and George Westinghouse. By now both Morgan and Westinghouse were using private railway cars to travel around the United States for both private and Committee business. We were also celebrating the 145 medals Britain had won during the 1908 Olympic Games that year. It was not so much the medals that the British had won, but the fact that this devastated city could put on such a joyful event even as it continued to rebuild along with most other cities on our still recovering planet.

Begun in 1906 and completed in late 1908 Upper-New York City could now boast the completion of the tallest building in the nation. The Singer Building at 165 Broadway, just down the street from the new city hall was testimony to the rebirth of central Upper-New York City. Times were beginning to boom as new steelworks were now in operation in Pittsburgh and a new Brooklyn Bridge was rising above Manhattan and the East River. A feeling of recovery was certainly in the air. In fact there were so many electric powered trolleys the people in Brooklyn began calling themselves the “Trolley Dodgers.” If I recall correctly it was not too much later that a professional baseball team from the area used that very name. I still plan to be on hand one of these days to view a match.

On 7 October we learned the Wright brothers had made a bit of aviation news with a passenger bearing test flight in France for one hour and four minutes. Naturally we sent our congratulations, and of course no one mentioned the three hour flight that had recently been made in secret by Whitehead at our flight test facility in upper New York State.            

At about this same time a group of ‘young Turks’ gained power in Turkey. They were now faced with transforming a sprawling devastated area into a viable nation.

OVER MARTIAN SKIES

On 23 March 1909, the Martians returned to the skies over East Anglia Peterborough near Cambridge, England, with many more over flights to come during the “Great Airship Scare”. The first still dark early morning fly over was reported by police constable John Kettle, and witnessed by dozens of people. Attention was first drawn to a noise high in the sky described as a “steady buzz of a high-powered engine.” Looking around the witnesses soon spotted “a powerful light which appeared to be coming from around 1,200 feet above the ground.” The constable would later write that the craft had a “dark body, appeared to be oblong and narrow in shape, outlined against the stars. It was traveling at a tremendous pace, and as I watched, the rattle of the engines gradually grew fainter.”

The object was very large that the constable said that it “blotted out the stars.” He continued to see the object dimly until it disappeared towards the northwest. It was not long before Constable Kettle was telling his story to the local paper which was soon picked up by the Daily Mail of New London. The story was even verified by a second officer who had by that time come forward to substantiate the account given by Kettle.

Only six weeks later several airships were seen over East Anglia. The press in New London went wild with speculation about possible new Martian attacks on the way. The New London Evening News and the Daily Express led the way sending several reporters to the area to interview witnesses. Most had seen large cigar-shaped objects with a series of powerful lights attached. No Heat-Rays were reported.

The Committee quickly decided we had to nip this in the bud as fast as we could. Panic we did not need. We soon had a spokesman for that Peterborough Police stating it was nothing more than a large kite on which a prankster had tied a Chinese lantern. The noise of an engine heard by Constable Kettle was put forward as being a motor left on all night by a local bakery shop with the dense air intensifying the sound and echoed off of high clouds. It did not make sense, but it did help to confuse the situation.

Over the next few weeks hundreds of such reports began coming into our headquarters in Lower-London and Lower-New York City. There was also increased activity in the southern hemisphere. Almost all of these reports came from witnesses spotting the objects at night, invariably described as “a cigar-shaped craft with a brilliant light beaming towards the ground.” CAIG investigators were undoubtedly being kept very busy. The Martians certainly were in more than one area of northern Europe, including as far north as Belfast, Northern Ireland. These sightings were soon put down to zeppelin reports said to be of a new secret German airship being designed in the far north of Germany. When asked for a comment on the Great Airship Scare, Count Ferdinand Graf von Zeppelin remarked, “I don’t believe in ghosts.” Unfortunately the New London Weekly Dispatch seemed to agree these were not ghosts however, they also reported that they could not be German zeppelins as they had “flown far too fast, too high, and far too long in the air.”

In the valley of Hessdalen located in northern Norway residents were reporting flyovers of strange lights night after night for weeks across this remote location. Flashes of white followed by blue lights were seen in the air. Along with the lights came loud booms “banging like thunder” along the flight path of the blue lights. These “thunder” echoed across the valley floor and could be heard for miles. After these displays yellow or yellow-white lights were reported on the valley floor as if someone or something was signaling these aerial lights. After “contact” groups of these yellow or yellow-white lights were said to travel from the valley to the local mountains, moving as one. In all some 173 such Hessdalen sightings were recorded during a six week period, however, with no operational aerial craft available to investigate these sightings all we could do was keep track of these reports and attempt to discover any changes in the area or check on any missing persons. This time at least it seemed that no one was reported missing even though several reindeer herds were no longer moving across the valley of Hessdalen in Norway. This would of course affect the local economy that greatly depended upon the herds.

One particularly interesting report came from the small town of Flatwoods, West Virginia. A group of teenagers had been exploring a nearby wooded area just south of town of 300. Over a small hill crest the teenagers could see a small light on the ground and began to investigate. As they came closer they could smell a “foul sickening gas” which sent the seven youngsters into a panic. However, it was when a “ten-foot, red-faced mechanical monster” appeared the group “ran for their lives.” When asked for a description of the creature one of the teenagers stated the creature “looked worse than Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.” Investigators were able to locate the site and were able to recover burned plant-life, some of which had been covered by a gray/brown sticky material with a very foul smell. One female in the group wondered if perhaps they had seen a modern version of a biblical “watcher’ or “Nephilim” said to have been of giant size. She was particularly concerned with reports of these Nephilim “interbreeding with human females!”

At the same time across the south west United States mostly from Nevada and New Mexico came reports of several massive (one mile wide) aerial craft in V-formations flying silently at very high speed. Forty of these craft were sighted at various times. These same (or similar) vehicles were also being seen in southern England, France, Belgium, western Russia, Denmark, Sweden and Brazil.

For weeks reports of smaller craft of “Martian description” were reported throughout South America and South-Eastern Pacific. These reports coincided with missing person’s reports in South America along with four missing cargo ships and their crews! In New Zealand for six weeks beginning in late July centered on the town of Otago, silent moving lights and several “solid bodies” were seen in the sky many of which were being reported as “mysterious airships”. Several were seen over both North and South Islands as hundreds reported “cigar-shaped airships” in both daylight and at night. At least two dozen local residents in small enclaves near Otago had gone missing! These ‘scare ships’ were becoming a real problem.

It seemed that the Martians, at least we had no reason at the time to believe these craft came from any other off world species, were still keeping a very close eye on our recovery efforts as well as acquiring people and livestock and as much water as they could obtain. They were also doing their level best to keep people on edge not knowing if an attack could occur at any time. It was damned effective propaganda and it kept us busy keeping track of them even as we assured the public the situation was well in hand. This was when we began releasing reports that these unexplained lights at least were nothing more than our people testing new aircraft that were at times based upon Martian technology. The other reports were answered with stories that nothing unusual was occurring or that we had the situation being looked into. For those who filed reports to the authorities an explanation was worthless, but most people took our explanations to heart and believed every word. I only wished I could believe those tall tales!

Naturally, our military forces were put on alert expecting some type of attack could occur at any time or for that matter any place. As the days turned into weeks it was clear these craft were indeed on reconnaissance and supply missions as were many of the ones before, nevertheless, the Martians were apparently not yet prepared to engage Earth’s still weakened military forces at the time. We were also able to calculate despite the hundreds of sightings as few as ten craft were responsible for all of these new reports, at least the ones over northern Europe. We did confirm however, in the general vicinity of some of these sightings small groups of people were reported to be missing so it was also clear the Martians were still taking people at random around the world. At the time we could do nothing to stop them. Naturally, we kept that information from becoming general public knowledge.

1909 also brought to our attention a rather unique problem. It seemed we would need to somehow deal with a new face on the world stage – a Martian ambassador! This sort of thing we really did not need. But, it was a problem we would need to solve and solve quickly.

THE MARTIAN ‘AMBASSADOR’

He came from a small village in Southern India and he called himself the Martian Ambassador. His real name was Biraja Muhaddith. Said to have been “a simple farmer” before he “made contact with the Martians.” When we first read the initial reports of this “humble man of the Martians” we all thought it was some kind of a bad joke. Surely no one in his right mind would take anything this obvious fraud was saying for the truth. So with not so much as a second look we went off to lunch. We were wrong. (Wrong, in the sense that anyone would pay attention to this obvious fraud as they were all not in their right minds that did. As it turned out there were quite a few “not in their right minds in and around India.”) It did not take long for thousands of uneducated people in India to take in his story as the truth and with that the story soon began sweeping across Asia with thousands attaching themselves onto what this uneducated man was preaching.

In a world where most regions were still deeply injured by the First Martian War and generally expected to still be recovering for a long time to come, it was probably simple human nature to want to hang on to a belief that all was well and our interplanetary enemies no longer sought our planet or our people. In this the Martian Ambassador had struck a raw nerve. His tale was simple and easy to fall into as what he was saying had a tiny grain of truth to be found even as none really existed. After all, he did have a shinny “magic stone” or two from which he reported receiving instructions from Mars only he could hear! Naturally he made certain to show everyone the stone that appears to the educated eye to be nothing more than your average piece of volcanic glass. He also showed everyone his Martian rock, which upon close examination was nothing more than a small reddish meteorite. Said (by his followers) to have “magic powers when the two stones are brought together”. He would put them in his simple hat, look inside and “recover messages from Mars.” The absolutely strange part of his Martian rock story came to light years later when our planetary experts took a second, and I may say, a third look at his rock. Amazingly, the dark red meteorite turned out to actually have been a rock from Mars! How he got it and why he thought it was from Mars in the first place we shall never know. Did he have contact?

He told all who would listen that he had been taken from his humble village during the First Martian War and tossed into the metal catch basket known to have been part of the Martian fighting machines. This was a perfectly believable part of his story. He told of surviving the fall into the basket and being in mental contact with his Martian captives. With this connection on a level “no man has known before or after” his Martian captures soon realized his “special gift” and as such did not suck the life out of him. (This was much the usual Martian/human interaction during and after the war.) Rather, they took him as an “equal” to their Earth Base at the North Pole. (How he guessed they were at the pole seems to be the only mystery other than it being nothing more than a good guess.) From there a spacecraft took him “back” to Mars to “learn the ways of the Martian and their peaceful intentions for Earth kind.” Having now acquired the “ancient knowledge of the Martian” (he always used the singular “Martian” rather than the plural “Martians” seemingly referring to the head Martian without actually saying as much) he was sent back to Earth in what he called a “mother ship” to become the Martian Ambassador. And with that he began his mission on Earth that he now called “Squaria, from the Martian”.

The only problem was – well, as a matter of fact there were many problems with his telling of the story. The major problem was he does not seem to have left his small Indian village during the period he states he was on Mars. This proved to be no problem for the Martian Ambassador as he simply explained to his many loyal followers, growing larger each day, the Martians had substituted a surrogate to take his place on Earth while he attended his duties on Mars. With that he was soon off on a tour of India gathering up believers and as much money, free food and lodging as he could obtain. He was also able to obtain and pay for a rather well armed staff, not to mention a few “ladies in waiting.”

The Committee soon had investigators in the area to see how much potential damage this fraud would be able to do. Or could we perhaps use this individual in some way? The real question was going to be: Do we let him continue on or do we end his fraud once and for all and if so – how? The first thing to do was to interview the “Ambassador” and find out what was really on his mind. It turned out there was not much on his mind other than money, fame and of course women. Only much later was he “expecting to become leader of the world.”

After the ‘Ambassador’ was interviewed it was decided the only way to ‘remove’ him (and we did quickly decide to remove him) was to prove beyond a shadow of any doubt he was the fraud we knew him to be. (We discussed the possibility of simple paying him off, but with the money flowing into his private accounts this did not seem to be a viable option. Placing a well-aimed bullet into his brain was not an option since we did not need a martyr on our hands.) Too many uneducated people were hanging on his every word and he could become a very loose cannon at critical points in the future. That future problem came to a head when he announced the return of the Martians would come in full force on 15 January 1910. No – this we did not need. Therefore it was decided by Directorate L that the only way to expose this fraud to his hundreds of thousands of followers was to produce the ‘real’ Martian Ambassador. Naturally, we did not have one of these readily available at the time so we had to create one of our own. And strange as it would seem we had just the man working in our Lower-New York City office ready to take on the role.

We chose a man, a hybrid, who already most resembled a Martian B, to put this little show on the road. He was the same height as an average Martian B, taller than most humans, and by the time we cut off all of his hair, dyed his skin a very healthy blue/gray and dressed him in the official coveralls of a Martian B complete with gold sash (a pure creation of our staff) none of the Committee members who worked on this little project could tell the difference between our ‘ambassador’ and any other tall Gray fellow from Mars. It really was a very good job especially since our man could actually speak a hundred or so real words in Martian (barely). That was something the “other ambassador” simply could not do. It was a big plus for us.

Our efforts were unexpectedly aided by the large number of unidentified aerial craft reports being filed all around India and the rest of that part of the world in the weeks before we arrived. One thing was clear. The Martians were keeping close track of what was going on in India. The question was: Would they somehow interfere with our little show directly or would the Brotherhood step in and attack? We would need to move in this area with great caution.

With the aid of the reconstructed Indian government the Committee ‘ambassador’ flew into the capital of New Deli still very much in ruin under cover of tight security and was greeted by the Indian leader. From there our man was taken by special train for a meeting with the Indian fraud in Bombay. Naturally the large crowd of official Indian government people who went along with him were all part of the show. There, before a huge crowd at Bombay, our ‘ambassador’ stepped up to the podium with the appropriate Martian musical accompaniment and using a newly developed speaker system called upon the fraud to show his documents from Mars! Our ‘ambassador’ had of course a rather nice set of finely crafted documents all nicely written in Martian, or a reasonable facsimile, English, Hindu and several other Earth languages. The pure gold trim gave them a very nice official touch. With a booming voice the Committee’s ‘ambassador’ explained what part of Mars he had come from, and why he was here. He told them that the “government on Mars was very concerned the people of Earth were listening to an individual who did not represent their “primary” government. He then went on to describe exactly the type of ordinary rocks held by the fraud and what they actually were. He also warned the now restless crowd, it was very dangerous to listen to frauds as they only work for themselves, not the people of Earth or for that matter the beings on Mars.

With that the Indian fraud ran up to the ‘real’ ambassador, took out a knife, which had been hidden in his colorful robe, and attempted to stab our man to death. What he did not notice were the electric pads that had been placed around our hybrid so as he moved forward he stepped on one of them, closed an electric circuit, which give him the shock of his life. Tossed in the air as our man waved a hand it appeared the fraud had been dealt with quite handily by the ‘real’ ambassador! Game over.

Our ‘ambassador’ then simply and very calmly turned back towards the astonished crowd and quietly told the assembled mass he expected that the trusted people of Indian, who were now his friends and the friends of all peace loving Martians, would know what to do with this fraud on the ground behind him. Within minutes of our departure the now conscious man was quite literally torn to pieces by a very agitated crowd. His remains were then fed to animals. (Pigs if memory serves.)

Such was the fate of the ‘Martian Ambassador’ from a small village in India. As for our stand-in – it would take months for the dye to work its way out of his skin and of course for his hair to grow back. In the meantime, he spent a pleasant few months performing his regular duties in a fully furnished apartment inside Lower-New York City Committee Headquarters having retired from his post as the ‘real’ Martian Ambassador! He does however, have a very nice (color) photo of himself as the Martian Ambassador on his office wall. On his office desk one may find one of the two ‘magic stones’ that had been held by the original ‘Martian Ambassador’ who had come so far from a small village in India.

One week after we returned from India we read the news that the Wright Brothers had made their first public-invited powered flight in Ohio. The newspapers took note as I wondered what Mr. Whitehead would think of all the hoopla. I did not have the heart to ask and he certainly said nothing to me about the reports as he continued the work on his Committee supported Whitehead flyers. The brothers themselves would soon be working on other projects for the Committee unrelated to the study of flight. As for myself, I was preparing to record any information our polar team would send to headquarters from the high ice of the North Pole.

Wright Brothers test flight
Wright Brothers test flight

[END PART 19]

Copyright © R. Michael Gordon, 2020

[NEXT WEEK: PART 20: EGYPT, MARS AND THE ARCTIC.]

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Bim Adewunmi’s Grub Street Diet

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An illustration of Bim Adewunmi eating a bowl of Nigerian stew surrounded by toast and pig-shaped candies.

Illustration: Ryan Inzana

Since moving to the U.S. from London in 2016, This American Life producer Bim Adewunmi has been dismayed to find certain aspects of American culinary culture lacking. “This is probably sacrilegious to an American magazine — I don’t want to make enemies! — but I think the sweets are better in the U.K.,” she says. The radio producer and playwright (her debut, Hoard, premiered in London in 2019) has a bunch of new projects in the works, most of which she’d rather not discuss yet. This week, she investigates the comparative oat lattes of Bed-Stuy, considers whether she can justify the price of an airport Kind bar, and tries to make do with Welch’s fruit snacks.

Thursday, May 13
I just moved back to Bed-Stuy after four years in Crown Heights. It came down to the pandemic. Suddenly you discovered the habits of your neighbors that you wouldn’t normally know because you were at work, but then work became home and home became work, and my downstairs neighbor, it turned out, loved nothing more than playing incredibly loud gospel music and also frying fish. The fish smell would waft up and the ground would be vibrating from the music he was playing downstairs — the combination was heady. After a year of that, I was like, “You know what, I work in audio! It doesn’t make sense to be living in what is essentially a rave, cheap as it is.” And it was a steal. But I couldn’t keep doing it. It had been four years of really cheap rent — maybe that was my gift. It was time to go elsewhere.

I never knew how long I was going to be living here, but one of my goals, before I leave the city, was to live in a brownstone, and now I am. It’s a lovely apartment and it’s quiet and I love that.

Around 9:30, I walked down to Nagle’s Bagels on Tompkins, and ordered the Veggie Nagle: eggs, baby arugula, feta, and chili jam on a salt bagel and then punched in my reward card. Their bagels are good, they’re filling, they’re all that stuff, but I was really coming for the chili jam. The chili jam is fantastic. I’m very slowly eating my way across Bed-Stuy, so that I get my bagel here, but I’ll get the coffee elsewhere — this is part of me trying to re-acclimatize to the neighborhood — so I crossed the street to Brooklyn Kettle and got an oat latte. “One Dance” by Drake is playing in the store, and I am instantly taken back to the summer of 2016. That was my first summer in New York. I’d come to report the election for BuzzFeed. I remember just dancing a lot to Drake that summer. I look back at it like, Oh God, were we ever so young? Because I am always charmed by the squat shape of the bottles, I also get a bottle of Martinelli’s apple juice.

The sandwich filled me all the way up, even though I ended up discarding about a quarter of the bagel. I’m fresh out of Ramadan, and it still feels like my stomach has shrunk in the last four weeks. It takes a while to re-adjust to three square meals. I’m not the most observant Muslim in the world, but one of the things I really, really, really love to do is Ramadan. There is something that I find very soothing and unifying to know that across the world, during this one particular period of the year, all Muslims of a certain age and disposition are doing exactly the same thing.

Then I get to work. I was flying to Minneapolis for a story the next day, so it was a lot of logistics. All through the day, I drank from a bottle of Polar seltzer, a habit I picked up when I moved to the U.S. I am a huge fan of Polar — like, huge — because I mean, it’s everywhere, and they have a fantastic range. Every summer they have limited-edition flavors, which I’m very into. Today’s flavor is blueberry lemon.

Lunch is a “not really” affair: I have a slice of toast from a semi-disastrous attempt at a Nigella sandwich loaf — I don’t know how I messed it up! — toasted and buttered, plus a heavy-handed serving of Bonne Maman raspberry jam. Back in the early days of the pandemic, I attempted sourdough starter like every other Brooklyn media person, but the starters would just not take, and many frustrations later, I moved on to making regular bread. Mostly, I use the no-knead recipe from The Kitchn, and now, every couple of weeks, I think, ‘oh, yeah, I need some bread,’ and I bake it. This loaf, though, landed on my counter like a brick. I thought, this is a weapon. But is it edible? Yes, it is edible. I don’t believe in throwing food out, not usually, so I was like, You know what? Godspeed. We’re just gonna go with this. I also crunched a couple of handfuls of Trader Joe’s maple pecan granola while I’m waiting for the toast, and I made a cup of Yorkshire tea to go with. And water! The week after Ramadan is always spent telling yourself to drink more now that it’s allowed again.

For dinner, I debated cooking the chicken thighs I had in the fridge, but laziness won out and I ordered from Skip’s, as influenced by my friend Erin Evans, who’d posted about it on Instagram a few months ago. I ordered some shrimp and fries, plus fried okra. I love okra. All forms of it. A lot.

Unfortunately, I was delivered somebody else’s dinner — rice and peas and chicken and mac and cheese of unknown provenance. I felt bad for throwing the meal out … but I didn’t know where it came from! I was profoundly disappointed and starving. It felt like a message from the universe, but in my mum’s voice: “You have to cook the food you buy!” So I did a slightly modified version of Melissa Clark’s famous lemony garlicky chicken, with bone-in, skin-on thighs. It’s perhaps the most perfect chicken recipe in the world. I just re-seasoned my Lodge cast-iron skillet so that was a nice test to see if it had worked. It worked! I ended the day just after 2 a.m. with a cup of tea. Yorkshire, with a splash of Lactaid 2 percent.

Friday, May 14
I was up again at 3:20 a.m. The day before travel or a big interview or whatever, I tend not to sleep anyway, especially if there’s travel involved. I get very stressed out about missing a plane or a train. I have a tweet that I return to a lot, which is, “My personal kink is arriving at the airport two hours early.” I love that shit. I refuse to be stressed out at an airport.

I smashed some avocado with Everything But the Bagel seasoning, chili flakes, onion salt, pepper and the juice from the half-lemon I didn’t use in my chicken dinner, and spooned it onto two slices of lightly buttered toast. On one, I also put a little dab of the Fly by Jing Sichuan chili crisp. I ate one slice of the avocado toast as I walked down the stairs to the Uber and ate the other one outside Terminal 4 at JFK. It’s my first flight anywhere since January 2020. I know for a fact there’s no way I would have done it if I didn’t have the Moderna coursing through my body. At the airport, I contemplated getting a coconut and almond Kind bar but … $3.69. So that’s a no on principle.

In the air, we were served almonds and Biscoff from the cart — I ate the almonds and saved the biscuits for later, in case I got peckish. Once we landed in Minneapolis, my co-producer at TAL Aviva DeKornfeld and I walked to Hen House Eatery on the recommendation of our hotel desk staff and ordered the Two Eggs and Hen Potatoes with multigrain toast and chicken sausage and just kept asking for coffee refills. Then we had a full day of reporting.

All my reporting for the last year has been done on the phone or via email, so this was the first time I was like, out in the world, and by the end, I was knackered. I don’t know how I used to commute and go places and then sometimes go out after work! It is exhausting to be alive and moving.

We got dinner at Tavola, the restaurant in the hotel. We each had the Brussels cacio e pepe, and the fettuccine with burrata, artichoke, tomato, and pesto, and I got a Parts Unknown cocktail, which is Aperol, Cynar amaro, and Galliano l’autentico. It tasted a bit like grown up cough syrup. I ate dinner in my room, mostly prone, in a hotel robe, and got fettuccine on the sheets.

Saturday, April 15
I almost missed my flight back to New York. I was so stressed out. The Ubers were so slow in Minnesota! I realize that I’m a coastal elite idiot — I know this. And then when we got to the airport, the handle on my suitcase broke, so I had to carry it like a baby. I was running through the airport, texting Aviva frantically — she’d already boarded, no problems — and when I got to the gate, the gate agent was like, “Oh, you’re the co-worker, she’s told us all about you!” At this point, there’s sweat dripping down my temple. My entire hoodie is wet at the back. But I made it. I finally got to my seat and proceeded to sweat gently for the next few hours.

Aviva got me a bag of Supernola banana nut crunch because she’d gotten to the gate first, so I ate that very slowly while watching The Assistant (which is quiet and excellent) and also the first 30 minutes of Promising Young Woman, which I could tell was gonna veer left in a way I would not like. I read the Wiki summary as I got off the plane — I was right.

I got home around three, and made a cup of tea with Chobani oat milk. I have tried them ALL, and Chobani oat might be the best milk on the market. It’s the mouthfeel. Mouthfeel is a terrible word, but it’s just the facts: It feels good in your mouth. It tastes good. There are terrible out milks out there — one in particular. I don’t want to slander the wrong people, but it’s in an orange box. It is trash, I can’t stress this enough.

There was no food in my house, so I ordered from Popeyes: a chicken sandwich and Cajun fries, plus a strawberry Fanta that I didn’t drink immediately. Around six, I walked with my friend Neena to another friend’s house because she was having friends over in her backyard for her birthday. I nibbled on chips and guacamole — I was still full from the sandwich. Mostly, I chatted a lot and hugged people. In a weird way, we’re in a glorious age of consent. Everyone’s checking in and checking again, Can we …? Is this okay? Is this okay with you? That’s what I’m comfortable with, are you comfortable? I hope that’s the one takeaway from this is that we all get so much better at enthusiastic consent. I missed the birthday carrot cake, though. Gutting.

I walked home, sipping more water, and then lazed around on my phone for a few hours doing nothing of consequence. I will tell you this: I don’t know how it works out what you like, but the TikTok algorithm has got me down pat. I’m just like, yeah, this is perfect. This is 100 percent the content I’m here for. At the moment, that is a mix of dogs, babies, Black girls being amazing, lots of British comedy, lots of Black British content — the bulk of it is babies and dogs, though, which are two of my prime interests in the world. I mean, fuck Skynet, but I see how Skynet got to where it got to.

Before bed, I took my vitamins and antihistamine with the strawberry Fanta. I also made a cup of peppermint tea, and I ate a couple of biscuits with it — Tate’s Coconut Crisp. A top-three biscuit.

Sunday, May 16
My secret shame is I don’t care about coffee — it legit all tastes the same to me, or close enough. For the most part? I think it’s because I’m not an addict. I just drink it when I feel like I need it. This one is a TJ Maxx or Marshall’s buy, maple-nut-crunch-something — I threw out the bag when I decanted it into an amber mason jar. I have no purity sensor whatsoever. I want coffee that tastes like it could be a little milkshake.

I had that with a slice of buttered toast, plus a boiled egg and some ketchup. The bread is from a sandwich loaf I made from a recipe in Real Simple — easy and delicious and no kneading! After that, I ate a tiny bowl of Crunchy Nut cereal, which is unavailable in the U.S., so I have to get it sent from the U.K., and then I went back to bed with a cup of tea.

Generally speaking, I do very little on a Sunday. I’m a big fan of sleeping. It’s one of my hobbies, so I tried my best to partake in the hobby and had a lie in. I wasn’t very hungry, but I had some leftover ila asepo (Nigerian okra stew with seafood) in the fridge from Divine Flavored Catering, so I grazed on that.

I did eventually go grocery shopping at the huge Foodtown in Bed-Stuy to stock up, and because I was peckish, I got some Welch’s Fruit Snacks, even if they are inferior to Percy Pigs and Maynards Wine Gums, which are my top choices. Welch’s taste like they’ve been on a shelf, but Percys don’t. Percys are fresh. They’re zingy. They leave a cleaner feel on your tongue, they taste more fruity, more gummy — I don’t know, there’s a richness to them. I sound like such a wanker, I’m sorry. I truly love Percy Pigs.

I munched on fruit snacks while I cooked the ~problematic~ shallot pasta. (A. Roman.) It came out perfect, as it always does. As I like to say: The shallots are blameless and delicious! I made spaghetti, not bucatini, because it’s always sold out and I have only one bag left, which I am rationing until I can buy more bucatini again. To drink: limited-edition grapefruit- and melon-flavored seltzer.

Later, before bed, I ate a slice of pecan pie from Foodtown — they do a half pie, which is like a regular-size pie, but cut in half. I was like, what a good idea! Somebody finally is thinking of single people! I had that with a cup of Yorkshire tea.

Monday, May 17
For breakfast, I got an oat latte from Odd Fox Coffee on Throop, but I decided not to get a pastry because I knew I had my Real Simple bread at home. I toasted a couple slices with butter and jam.

On Mondays, I work on my own projects — it’s my day to write scripts, to work on my plays, and to sometimes do a bit of life admin. I’m working on a couple of plays very, very slowly, and I have a couple of scripts that I’m working on for TV comedies. This Monday was about revising. Also, it was tax day. I understand: Taxes happen every year! I know this. I’m happy to pay taxes — I love paying taxes! But also, they’re so much work, especially because you think to yourself, you know how much I owe, just tell me and I’ll pay it! 

For a mid-morning snack, I had pecan pie and a cup of tea with oat milk, and then I treated myself to some watermelon cubes from the fridge. Watermelon is my favorite summer fruit. I can eat a whole one in a single sitting.

Around 4:30,  before the tax panic fully set in, I took a break and  made some sabaayad — Somali flatbread — that I’d seen on TikTok. Of the four that the recipe made, I think one was perfect, flaky, delicious. Twenty-five percent is not a bad return on a first time recipe, from TikTok, that I’d never attempted before! I ate that with the leftover Melissa Clark chicken.

I had another cup of tea before bed, and a couple of biscuits, McVities caramel digestives sent to me in a U.K. care package from my friends Clara and Kirby in London. It’s just a perfect biscuit. It does everything you need it to do. It’s crunchy. It’s salty. It’s sweet. It’s crumbly, but not too crumbly. You get introduced to digestive biscuits as a child and then they never leave your repertoire.

There’s some really lovely things American do with food. I just don’t think biscuits and sweets are their strong suit. That could also just be a symptom of Little England mentality in my own head, but I feel like if I found a perfect thing, there’s no need to go looking to improve on perfection. Why give yourself the work? There’s no need.

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Rare Essence: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

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Rare Essence: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

Suraya Mohamed | July 19, 2017 — Dominated by drive and momentum, heavy on percussion and bass, go-go music is all about the beat. Live, “songs” can continue on for half an hour, as the percussion continues to simmer and punctuate between and across different pieces. “That’s why we call it go-go, because it goes on and goes on and goes on,” as guitarist Andre Johnson put it in a documentary film.

While the Tiny Desk doesn’t allow for that kind of expansive get-down — though they did play seven songs — this visit by Rare Essence perfectly encapsulated the genre’s incomparable meld of soul, R&B and, most importantly, funk (with a dash of Afro-Cuban influence).

Rare Essence emerged not long after go-go itself did, beginning as a group in 1976 in Washington D.C. Ever since the group has kept a steady schedule playing around town and around the world — they have ten shows scheduled for the month of July alone.

At the Tiny Desk, the group’s closer brought everyone home — much too soon, no matter how late — with “Overnight Scenario,” a classic. Sing along when you hear it…

Three in the morning, the Pancake House
Four in the morning, we’ll be rolling to my house
Five in the morning, the lights go out
Six in the morning, you can hear her start to shout
Seven in the morning, she’ll be calling a cab, calling a cab…
Eight in the morning, talking ’bout the fun she had
Nine in the morning, she just getting home
Talking about the overnight scenario, scenario…

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Set List
“Down For My Niggas”
“Rock This Party”
“Freaky Deak”
“One On One”
“Bad Bad”
“Lock It”
“Overnight Scenario”

Musicians
Anthony Andre “Whiteboy” Johnson (guitar, vocals); James “Funk” Thomas (vocals); Charles “Shorty Corleone” Garris (vocals); Leroy “RB” Battle, Jr. (keyboards); Calvin “Killer Cal” Henry (vocals); Michael Baker (bass); Kenneth “Quick” Gross (drums); Samuel “Smoke” Dews (congas); Kym Clarke (trumpet); Derryle Valentine (sax, flute)

Credits
Producers: Suraya Mohamed, Niki Walker; Audio Engineer: Josh Rogosin; Videographers: Niki Walker, Tsering Bista, Morgan Noelle Smith, Colin Marshall; PA: Jenna Li; Photo: Liam James Doyle/NPR.

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How to Live Out Your Own “Pretty Bitch Summer,” According to Saweetie

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After Megan Thee Stallion #blessed us with “Hot Girl Summer”, Saweetie is leveling up with the promise of a “Pretty Bitch Summer.”

Coined in honor of her upcoming debut album, Pretty Bitch Music, the rapper told E!’s Rocsi Diaz at tonight’s 2021 Billboard Music Awards why her mantra is about so much more than simply looking the part. 

“I definitely feel like Pretty Bitch Music has a loaded meaning because when I mean pretty,” Saweetie described, “I want to change the discourse of what it means to be or to feel pretty. My fans come in all shapes, sizes, cultures, skintones, so for me it’s giving that power back to my fans and letting them know that pretty is your energy, your aura, your self-esteem, your confidence.”

“Your pretty is how you define it,” she continued.

In crafting the vision for Pretty Bitch Music, Saweetie said she was inspired by the acronym behind fellow west coast MC Tupac Shakur‘s “Thug Life” philosophy. 

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