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In an effort to distract myself from the current stressful situation, I’ve decided to try to rekindle the interest in my blog again. Writing is cathartic and even if it’s all mundane B.S., at least I get to express myself. Right? Right! So I’ve been listening to a LOT of music lately which just goes [...]
I am really digging this guy. Matt discovered him and shared with Jake who then shared with me. We think it’s a sin not to share music around these parts. Try this one as well. Good stuff!
My Yeti bought me a Kindle for Christmas and I have to tell you I am lovin’ it! I was super excited to get one, but was also afraid I wouldn’t like it and then I’d be stuck with this gadget that amounted to nothing more than a paperweight in the end. I love books, [...]
I’ve been groovin’ really hard to this lately. It’s hauntingly sad and strangely comforting, all at the same time. I’ve never heard of Kelli Scarr before, but holy cow, she’s got an amazing voice. I downloaded the track from the cursed iTunes that I hate so much but that’s a story for another day and [...]
These two are just lovely. I know that description doesn’t do them good and proper credit, but it’s the best I could come up with. Nothing seems enough. Just lovely.
Jacob has a very eclectic taste in music. He’s only thirteen and already he’s a musical snob. He knows what he likes and hates what he doesn’t. There is no middle ground with him. Fortunately, he has very good taste in music. Of course, isn’t it ironic that I call him out as a snob [...]
kaileb singing in the shower at the top of his lungs: “i’m walkin’ on sunshiiiinne…whoaa whoaaa …. boy do my feet hurt…. WHOAA WHOAAA!”
i’m one of those people who gets songs stuck in her head. and i don’t just get the song stuck in my head. i also sing the song. over and over again. i can’t help myself. i do it without knowing it. i’ll be peeling a potato or washing dishes and it’ll start out as [...]
the leader singer for queens of the stone age gives me the horn something fierce.
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
















