The problem with thinking you know more than the experts.

Wrong framing. I don’t think I know more than most experts, but I certainly am not attempting to rip myself off, wrench money from my own wallet for nefarious causes, or otherwise attempting to pilfer, purloin, or prise away some ill-gotten gain from myself.

Experts these days more than ever are attempting to do exactly that if not most of the time, then certainly enough of the time that it is an ever-present and huge risk.

So no, I do not trust experts even if they are more skilled and/or competent than I am in their domain — with the way our society is structured, that makes them more of a risk to me, not less.

Oh hell yeah, The Leftovers is back. Such a beautiful, great, gut-wrenching, intelligent, daring second season.

The first season was ok. Boring in parts, unnecessary in others, great in a few others. (But it had Carrie Coon so I kept watching.)

The second season — I say goddamn.

It’s the most human, most absorbing, most lived-in and most dementedly painstaking show on television. And the greatness of Carrie Coon. That last sentence is incomplete because nothing can complete Carrie Coon.

If season 3 is even half as good as the second one was, it’ll be better than 99% of what’s on TV now.

I might go back and re-watch season 1 in light of what I now know — suspect I was missing a lot, or was not in the groove of the show then.