No matter how good my intentions or manageable my To Do list for a given day is, beginning assignments or projects that will ultimately require serious thought and/or analytical skill will never happen after 3pm*.
Despite what Jen may think, (a little bit of) club soda really does make sangria better; gives it a subtle fizz that works.
"Inspirational" quotes annoy the everliving fuck out of me.
A Boston-area store known for running and walking gear named Marathon Sports will be closed on Boston Marathon Monday.
I am ambivalent about messages asking me to follow a specific Tumblr**.
Hot day + new exciting things going on in the house + no nap + playing in the sprinkler = incredibly cranky and whiny children, one of whom will cry every 13 minutes for some stupid reason.
Also excellent in sangria: shots of brandy, and rum.
On the continuing and lengthening list of Things That All Of A Sudden Are Happening To Me Since I Turned 40 And Making Me Feel Old As Shit, I may have to add ‘sciatica’. Because my left leg below my knee is a tad numb.
On the first really hot day in a temperate-climed city, shorts and tank tops come out. And I really need my sunglasses, because white people get really, really pale in the 4 months leading up to this day, and the sun’s reflection off many a leg and decotellage is blinding***.
I make a decent sangria. First time, too!
*I continue to do this, despite all evidence to the contrary.
***This includes my lovely wife, who is (a) wearing shorts for the first time since September, and (b) is translucent.
Things happening today: the Boston Marathon, Red Sox game starting at 11am, me working. 2 out of 3 cool things ain’t bad.
Speaking of cool - it isn’t today. Might reach 90 degrees. In Boston. In mid-April. On Marathon Monday. Sorry for them runners.
I, however, am lovin’ it. Fan in the window blowing cool breeze on me as I try to do work today.
There are also some guys doing some insulation work on our house. We had one of those energy audit thingies done and now we’re making our house warmer. The ironic fact that this is being done on a record-breaking day for temperatures is not lost on me.
Turns out waiting until today to tackle that sangria WAS a great decision! Lemme go finish these 3 articles and my case writeup so I can indulge.
PS - again, y’all need to cut down on your whining.*
*Not talking about my 4 and 2 year olds. Although the way summa y’all been whinging of late, you’d think you were in that age group. YEAH I SAID IT!
Composing a ‘Findings’ section of a write-up of an interview I conducted on one screen, while running Massive Attack music videos on another screen, having just stuffed my maw with tortilla chips and black bean dip, and drinking an Magic Hat Elder Betty wiessbier.
Tumblr seems to be going through one of its “life sucks, I’m unhappy with my job/relationship/life, amma whine and bitch about everything under the sun because life sucks” phases. Seems to happen every few weeks or so.
Well, I’m countering.
Fuck that noise. I, for one, am happy as a pig in shit.
Please note: this does not mean that (a) I’m wearing rose colored glasses; (b) I’m overcompensating for the fact that I’m really unhappy and just don’t want to admit it; or (c) I’m hiding something; or (d) I don’t have a right to be happy because I am in a position of some sort of privilege and how dare I think life is good when there’s so much wrong with the world - all of which are reasons negative, sad people offer for someone’s happiness.
Again: fuck that noise.
Life is good. Yeah, it’s a tough slog and some things could be better. But it beats the alternative, and while I’m here, I might as well enjoy myself. I’m too busy, but it doesn’t feel like drudgery. I like Mondays. In fact, I’m doing something I like most days that end in Y. (Tuesdays kinda suck though - 6 hours of class and all that.)
I just wanted to post something that doesn’t add to the ‘life sucks’ cacophony that seems to pervade Tumblr of late. Ain’t no reason why y’all should control the dialogue. Or dictate the mood.
Also: if and when I do feel that life sucks, I look for boobs on the internet. And then I don’t feeeeeeeeeeel, so baaaaaaaaaaaaaad.
I will never tire of Rock Lobster by the B-52s. It is one of the greatest songs ever recorded. If you disagree, you are wrong. And you’re dead inside.
Private Idaho too, now that I think of it.
I have no idea what either song is about, in the slightest. I do not care. They are brilliant.
Roam and Love Shack can suck it though.
Where is Anita Baker, and why isn’t she on the radio any more?
You must at least knock your head to Groove Is In The Heart. If not bust out in interpretive dance.
Same goes for 2:42 through 2:59 of Pump Up The Volume, as far as I’m concerned. Dat riddim!
There is an old electro/breakdance song called Light Years Away, by Warp 9, that sounds like it was probably made entirely on a Moog synthesizer. It’s much in the genre of Planet Rock (and I fully acknowledge that 98% of people reading this won’t know what the hell Planet Rock is, but say wha.) I loved Light Years Away back in the day I used to breakdance. I had completely forgotten about the song, until a few months ago when it popped into my head. I found it on YouTube, and I can’t tell you how fucking happy listening to it made me.
It’s just an illuuuuusion. Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, aaahh.
Before some jackass from New Jersey hijacked the word, Situation was a great electrobeat tune by Yazoo. And I owned that 45.
I was pissed when Blondie’s Rapture became the first song with a rap in it to reach #1 on the Billboard charts (I grew up on a steady, steady diet of American Top 40 with Casey Kasem - what can I say?), but that song, man? I never get tired of it. Those caucasians had soul.
When the person who called a meeting that is going into its 3rd hour asks “anyone have any more questions?” and someone asks a question, you are totally within your right to exercise your 2nd Amendment right and shoot that person.
Wife’s been on her back all day, dealing with some stomach bug. She can’t keep anything down. She’s in a bad way. Was in bed for the night by 7:30.
I need it to be a smidge warmer so I can open the window at night when I go to sleep.
Why do people watch shows they don’t like just to “liveblog” them? That seems like a colossal waste of time to me.
I’m starting to think that there’s a lot of potentially harmful enabling going on in this forum. No matter the story, you always find a bunch of people ready to offer unsolicited opinions and words akin to “that person that you’re talking about in your post is an asshole”. The fact is, all we get is one, obviously biased side of any story, situation, and/or relationship account, and I often find myself wondering if people are doing other people any favors by unreservedly offering blind support.
Sometimes, maybe that poster? Might just be an asshole.
Excellent brunch at in laws today. Felt bad that wife could not partake. Poor thing. She’s exhausted.
That day when you did everything on your To Do list except the one thing you absolutely needed to start...
…and among those other things was a detailed mapping out of the rest of your semester so you could see when your milliontyfive assignments were due and your work deadlines fell and now every time you look up at the whiteboard on which you constructed this map of everything you have to do and all the work that needs to happen before the milliontyfive due dates you get paralyzed by the shitfucktonload of work you have to do between now and May 15th?
I was going to take a GPOM in my new progressive* lens glasses, which both I and my wife think I look good in, but when I trained the camera on me I realized that my lack of a haircut in 4 weeks makes me look like an unkempt homeless guy and then I thought goddamn that does NOT look good and so I didn’t.
*Bifocals. Bifuckinfocals. I see great in them, though, so screw your** ageism!
“Reality backs up while it is approached by the subject who tries to understand it. Ignorance and knowledge grow together. Each new domain of knowledge appears simple from the distance of ignorance. The more we learn about a particular domain, the greater the number of uncertainties, doubts, questions and complexities. Each bit of knowledge serves as the thesis from which additional questions or antithesis arise.”—
Excerpted by Karl Weick in “The Collapse of Sensemaking in Organizations: The Mann Gulch Disaster”, from John A. Meacham’s “Wisdom and the context of knowledge”.
Just when you think you know it all…
Might this stem the tide of warrantless opinions on Tumblr? No? Anyone…?