I love these pairings from Brain Pickings.
Nothing is easier and more stultifying than to make rules which exist out of touch with facts, in a vacuum.
Virginia Woolf in “How Should One Read a Book?”
Song: “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” by Patti Smith
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Yup, Daft Swanson is pretty dope.
Also how I feel about Fridays.
It’s Community Thursday!
On repeat today: Heartthrob. Fuzzed out beats and the earnest-irony of their twin pixie voices make for a delish dip.
Who the best in the world? (Must be P.O.S. as I cannot stop listening to this album, and this song in particular.)
When I was 10 years old, some moms in my fifth grade class organized an end of the year pool party for our entire grade. It was one of the first times I can recall being sent into a tailspin of anxiety for weeks, because it meant I had to wear a bathing suit in front of my classmates. After many…
Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of my due date, which was the day my contractions began and I entered the five-day-wide ProDromal Labor Zone. Few enter this zone - and indeed, it is poorly defined. Some think this zone borders Braxton-Hicks-ville and False Labor Land, but it’s a legit and real Zone abutting Now-Let’s-Pushtown. At least, it was for me.
The PDLZ is marked by discomfort and mild angst, impatience and uncertainty; however, it does allow for: watching movies in theaters, eating out in real restaurants, rewatching three seasons of 30 Rock, baking birthday cakes, and fitful sleeping. The first three activities are basically impossible after leaving the PDLZ (as you’re presumably leaving with an infant), and the last two are guaranteed to recur (annually and nightly, respectively).
The PDLZ is a unique place, and its description fills most listeners with horror. It is also rare and certainly never happens to women on the television. I never heard of it or read about it until I was entrenched for Day 3 in the PDLZ. I’d been to the hospital once already, where they confirmed that the contractions were real, the dilation was happening, but I should try to get some rest so Here, Have Some Morphine and High-Quality Unisom. (The result was me becoming a babbling narcoleptic. I hear it was entertaining for my family.) On Day 3, Mom and I baked a birthday cake for the Fetus Immobilus, which did not work as incentive for him to emerge, but was delicious. I spoke with the midwife on the hotline, again, and she came up with the label for the Zone: Prodromal. For some reason, it made me think of having a dorsal fin. (Pregnancy is a serious condition and it makes your brain act totes cray, y’all.)
So, on this day, let us have a moment of silence for the anniversary of the last day before It All Went Downhill. The day before I got off the highway of my previous life on the exit clearly marked The Zone.
It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;— it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.
Song: “Sweet Disposition” by Temper Trap
I, too, have a long history of getting out of cars.
Sir, have you been drinking?
WHAT AN EXCELLENT QUESTION, OFFICER, AND I JUST WANT TO THANK YOU FOR ASKING IT. I’D ALSO LIKE TO THANK THE HIGHWAY COMMISSION FOR INSTALLING THIS FINE ROAD.
Yes, they … did a wonderful job. Can I see your license and registration, please?
I WAS JUST WONDERING IF YOU’D LIKE TO SEE MY LICENSE AND REGISTRATION. I COULD GET THEM OUT AND SHOW THEM TO YOU. HOW DOES THAT SOUND?
What? Yes. That’s what I just- You know what, nevermind. Can you just step out of the car for me, sir?
OF COURSE I CAN STEP OUT OF THE CAR. I’VE BEEN STEPPING OUT OF CARS FOR YEARS. I HAVE A COMPREHENSIVE FIVE POINT PLAN FOR STEPPING OUT OF THIS CAR, THE DETAILS OF WHICH CAN BE FOUND ON MY WEBSITE. GIVE IT A LOOK.
Okay, sir, I am going to need you to get the hell out of the car, license and registration in hand, now, and take a sobriety test.
HEY, LOOK, OFFICER … ATTACKING ME, MAKING THIS ABOUT ME, IS NOT GOING TO ADDRESS THE ATROCIOUS DRIVING CONDITIONS THAT AFFECT SO MANY CITIZENS OF THIS FINE NATION, ESPECIALLY UNDER THE CURRENT ADMINISTRATION. DON’T MAKE SOMETHING THIS IMPORTANT INTO A PETTY PERSONAL ATTACK.
Are you getting out of the car?
I STAND BY MY RECORD OF GETTING OUT OF CARS. YOU KNOW, THIS REMINDS ME OF JUST A FEW WEEKS AGO, WHEN I WAS IN SKOKIE, ILLIINOIS. I MET THIS YOUNG MAN BY THE NAME OF PETER AND HE SAID TO ME-
God damn it. Have you been Romneying me this entire time?
WELL … YES. BUT TO BE FAIR I THINK I DESERVE QUITE A BIT OF CREDIT FOR DOING IT SO WELL, CONSIDERING HOW MUCH I’VE HAD TO DRINK.