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I've said this before and I'll say it again: shopping for clothes would be so much easier if it could be accomplished via montage. -
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Valentine's Day is approaching! Sometimes when I get fed up with all of the pink and the red and the hearts, I pretend it is a holiday to honor the human circulatory system. Through thick and thin, the blood keeps on pumping. Thanks, capillaries!
So on one hand, there is my general cynicism and suspicion about Valentine's Day. On the other ( Read more... ) -
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Regarding the old saying "It never rains but it pours", is there a corresponding expression for how good things also tend to happen in clumps? And if not, might I suggest "It never rainbows but it super-rainbows ( Read more... ) -
Our Precious Children of America are The Future, redux
This is a re-working of a skit I wrote forever ago (the "what if we all had to choose our jobs when we were still in kindergarten?" play). You're welcome to read it if you want to, but it's mostly here for my own reference.
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Semi-Pretentious Recommendations While Procrastinating on My Readings for Midwestern Lit
Recommendations Musical
Zoe Keating--Gorgeous multi-layered cello strangeness. It is atmospheric and grand and unnerving--and also wordless, which makes it invaluable typing/reading music.
K’Naan-So hey, it turns out that I don’t actually hate rap as a genre. K’Naan is proof that clever, wise, catchy hip-hop is not an oxymoron. He grew up in war- ( Read more... ) -
The Run-Down
Updates, or a Lack Thereof
In a way, there's not much to say. Nothing changes dramatically around here. Short-term, my life is going very well. Long-term, I have no bloody idea, and certainly no plan beyond "write nonfiction and trick someone into paying me for it." What I need to do (other than get a better plan) is to stop missing things in ( Read more... ) -
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In case you don't subscribe to Newsweek, here is a delightful nugget that happens to be the actual cover of a September issue:
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My roommate and I rearranged all the furniture on Monday. Moving furniture in a new room is always a journey of discovery. In this case, we learned that our dresser is held up, not by four dresser legs as we'd kind of been assuming, but by three legs and then a pile of rubble. (Loose bricks, bits of wood, etc.)
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Storytime!
There is a pretty good story behind this song. Well, more than one, actually...
The original 'Bei Mir Bist Du Schon' was written in 1932 by composer Sholom Secunda and lyricist Jacob Jacobs as part of a Yiddish-language operetta called Men Ken Lebn Nor Men Lost Nisht, or I Would if I Could, although a more literal translation would be You Could ( Read more... ) -
Movin' Out
Over the weekend, I must move all of my (many, disorganized, heavy) belongings to a different room, a flight of stairs above my current one ( Read more... )