We writers, aren't sculpting in DNA, or even clay or mud, but words, sentences, paragraphs, syntax, voice; materials issued by tongue or fingertips but which upon release dissolve into the atmosphere, into cloud, confection, specter. Language, as a vehicle, is a lemon, a hot rod painted with thrilling flames but crazily erratic to drive, riddled with bugs like innate self-consciousness, embedded metaphors and symbols, helpless intertextuality, and so forth. Despite being regularly driven on prosaic errands, (interoffice memos, supermarket receiptes, etc.) it tends to veer on its misaligned chassis into the ditch of abstraction, of dream.
None of this disqualifies my passionate urgency at the task of making the giant octopus in my mind's eye visible to yours. It doesn't make the attempt any less fundamentally human, delicate, or crucial. It makes it more so. That's because another name for the giant octopus I have in mind is negotiating selfhood in a world of other selves--the permanent trouble of being alive. Our language has no choice but to be self-conscious if it is to be conscious in the first place.
Jonathan Lethem
I'm still looking for the crazy wherever I can find it. It's hard enough to kick against the plastic Victorianism of our culture, the social sarcophagus of daily life. Even attempting it can make you crazy, let alone succeeding as well as Dick (Philip) did. I like helpless braggarts, obsessive fools, angry people. My ears prick up at the word pretentious--that's usually the movie I want to see, the book I want to read, the scene I want to make. Nearly anyone I've found worth knowing was difficult enough, vivid enough, to qualify at some point in my life as my crazy friend.
Lethem
The mental room tone of the Radisson is Genius Asperger's (which is not to presume a diagnosis of any of its actual occupants): cognitively astonishing accounts of living in a world to which one does not fully belong, the terms of which one cannot fully discern or trust...surprisingly challenging to enact the unspoken protocols for getting in and out of a crowded elevator (a difficulty that's rampant at the Radisson) but it can see both fascinating and urgent to consider such protocols exist in the fist place, and then to attempt to describe them, to consider how they formed and were taken unassumingly into our bodies.
Lethem
The American novelist is buffeted by two increasingly contradictory imperatives. The first comes as the directive to depict. The Way We Live Now....Cliche though it may be, but the notion that no one is better suited to explain teh dilemmas of contemporary life than the novelist persists...[The] other designated special province of the literary novelist: museum-quality depth. The further literature is driven to the outskirts of the culture, the more it is cherished as a sanctuary from everything coarse, shallow and meretricious in that culture. If these two missions seem incompatible, that's because they are. To encompass both...you must persuade readers that you have given them what they want by presenting them with what they were trying to get away from when they came to you in the first place.
Laura Miller
True art is a gift rather than a transaction
Me
It may be latent in human psychology to model the world on a fall from innocence, since we each go through one. I can't know because I speak an an American, and I do know that as a culture we're disastrously addicted to easy fantasies of a halcyon past, one always just fading from view, a land where things were more orderly or simple. (The model is doubly useful, open equally to our patronizing dismissals of the past and to our maudlin comparisons to a corrupted present.)
Lethem
This, to put it bluntly, is what I want....films that install themselves this way in my sexual imagination, by making me feel that sex is a part of life, a real and prosaic and reproducible fact in the lives of the characters, as it is in my own life, and at the same time makes me that sex is an intoxicant, a passage to elsewhere, a jolt of the extraordinary which stands entirely outside the majority of the experiences of the characters, as it stands in relation to my own experience. Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I want the paradox. I want it all.
Lethem
Dude, what if bird-watching was not about watching lots of different birds, but watching just one. Pick a bird--not a species, but a sole, actual bird--and follow it anywhere, watch it forever. Like, vertical instead of horizontal bird watching.
William Burroughs
No frame equaled no art.
Lethem
All television shows should have an arc and be capped at five seasons.
Me
If I've bet my life's work on a suspicion that we live at least as much in our wishes and dreams, our constructions and projections, as we do in any real waking life the existence of which we can demonstrate by rapping it with our knuckles.
Lethem
Proximity People
Lethem
People who talk on their cell phone at the counter. People at the counter who make you wait while they take a phone call. People who work and talk on their cell phones, treating their job secondarily. People who drive slowly when you're trying to get to work. People who honk at you when you're just trying to have a nice quiet drive. People.
Me
I've given enough interviews that any striking notion I've ever managed aloud I've also paraphrased awkwardly a few dozen times, and contradicted outright another five or ten, a combination of my eagerness to tell in-person listeners what they want to hear and my discomfort at repeating myself, at least repeating myself exactly.
Lethem
Existence itself seems a contradiction, or at least, a mystery of the sort that would eventually necessitate contradiction.
Me.
Let's face it, you're either serious about what you're doing or you're not serious about what you're doing. And you can't mix the two. And life is short.
Bob Dylan
Bolano has been taken as a kind of reset button on our deplorably sporadic appetite for international writing, standing in relation to the generation of Garcia Marquez, Vargas Llosa, and Fuentes as, say, David Foster Wallace does to Mailer, Updike, and Roth.
Lethem
Instead, he [Thomas Berger]explores the fallibility of the human effort to feel justified or consoled in the gaze of any other being, and the absurdity and heartbreak of the disparity between intention and act. The results are never dreamlike. Berger located the part of our waking life which unfolds in the manner of Zeno's paradox, where it is possible only to fall agonizingly short in any effort to be understood or do to good.
Lethem
Literary competition is not a zero-sum game with a single winner, or even a ranked listed of winners--that all-too-naive image of the canon in which, say, Shakespeare has first place and the gold cup, followed by Chaucer with the silver, in second place, Milton with the bronze, in third...The concept of literary quality is an outgrowth of conflictual process, not a consensual one. In the enlarged democratic field, the nature of conflicts simply becomes more complex. Even among the most serious pursuers of the aesthetic; there is no more than one goal; there is more than one winner. Multiple qualities and multiple achievements are valued--and have been valued throughout the history of the conflicting practices of writing making up the larger field called the literary.
Samuel R. Delany.
There's something embarrassing about knowing what you know, after a while. On certain days it can all seem to plunge into either the category of that which never needed explaining in the first place or that which you're astounded to realize you've never even begun making clear.
Lethem
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Tip #3
Those eyes aren't red on accident. She crazy!
Sometimes we listen to this song, because it's important, based on most of the BBC programming that I've seen, that the gentry need to be able to get down. And whether that's putting your hands together and staring at one another like they do or just breaking it down to a song with a bit of a beat, it's not a bad idea for the dictator to dance.
Tip #3
Teach her about opinions. Teach her that there are in fact a difference between informed and uninformed opinions. Teach her that everyone is entitled to their opinion, but that it's best, if not well thought out, that they keep it to themselves. That way, if somebody ever says, "that's just your opinion" when she says it's in the galaxy's best interest to build a bridge from the center of the Pacific Ocean to the moon, she can then explain the technical nuances involved the project, point out how it will drastically raise jobs in a faltering economy, provide a lengthy slide for children of appropriate ages, and then maybe something about the continual renewal of human ingenuity, she can sway them, and barring that, excommunicate them. The point is, not all opinions are created equal. It's important to teach her to spend a good deal of time before forming them, and then to be open to reevaluating them on an annual or biannual basis. If her assumption is that war is bad, teach her to examine some cases where it may have prevented further deaths. Ideally, teach her that the ideologies of the right and the isms of the left are both pretty dangerous things as seen in our own country of late, and throughout the world during the twentieth century. Teach her that it is okay to admit that she might occasionally be wrong, that learning (cliche though it may be) is a lifetime process, politically, religiously, ideologically etc, so it's important to keep her mind open and her thoughts considered deeply, and repeatedly.
Then teach her the word benevolent dictator and stop worrying, She's currently running in circles around the kitchen table with a small puzzle piece of a bunny in her hand saying, "hop, hop." Good things are coming her way.
Sometimes we listen to this song, because it's important, based on most of the BBC programming that I've seen, that the gentry need to be able to get down. And whether that's putting your hands together and staring at one another like they do or just breaking it down to a song with a bit of a beat, it's not a bad idea for the dictator to dance.
Tip #3
Teach her about opinions. Teach her that there are in fact a difference between informed and uninformed opinions. Teach her that everyone is entitled to their opinion, but that it's best, if not well thought out, that they keep it to themselves. That way, if somebody ever says, "that's just your opinion" when she says it's in the galaxy's best interest to build a bridge from the center of the Pacific Ocean to the moon, she can then explain the technical nuances involved the project, point out how it will drastically raise jobs in a faltering economy, provide a lengthy slide for children of appropriate ages, and then maybe something about the continual renewal of human ingenuity, she can sway them, and barring that, excommunicate them. The point is, not all opinions are created equal. It's important to teach her to spend a good deal of time before forming them, and then to be open to reevaluating them on an annual or biannual basis. If her assumption is that war is bad, teach her to examine some cases where it may have prevented further deaths. Ideally, teach her that the ideologies of the right and the isms of the left are both pretty dangerous things as seen in our own country of late, and throughout the world during the twentieth century. Teach her that it is okay to admit that she might occasionally be wrong, that learning (cliche though it may be) is a lifetime process, politically, religiously, ideologically etc, so it's important to keep her mind open and her thoughts considered deeply, and repeatedly.
Then teach her the word benevolent dictator and stop worrying, She's currently running in circles around the kitchen table with a small puzzle piece of a bunny in her hand saying, "hop, hop." Good things are coming her way.
Monday, February 20, 2012
More advice...and music
This is what an emperor looks like:
We like to listen to this song because it teaches about sharing...which is for weaklings. Also, communism failed, just look at Greece. Dictators need to have the power to do things like shut off sales of oil to European countries in order to up the ante on getting an arsenal of nuclear weapons, none of this mine is yours crap. That said, how bout these guys?
Here are some photos of us training lil s to eat snow. We're training her just in case when she's supreme ruler another Ice Age sets in due to global climate change, of course, I jest, global climate change was invented by scientists in order to get tenure. Anyhow, we just figured if she needed to settle the planet Hoth or something, she'd need to know how to live entirely on snow.
At first she had some reservations. However, when we explained to her that the greatest general in the history of the world, Napoleon, lost a land war in Russia because he and his troops couldn't subsist entirely on snow, she came around.
Even dictators have to smile sometimes....behind sunglasses.
Advice:
Tell your daughter that she can be anything she wants to, if she just sets her mind to it. You'll lie to her about a lot of things, Santa Claus, the Eater Bunny, how hard it is to pull of at a rest stop when she has to go pee, (Hint: nearly impossible), global climate change, where you hid that sack of golden bars during the great stock market crash of the aughts, so why not add this one to the list. She probably can't be a butterfly, or a beam of pure energy, or a jar of canned beets, or the left shoe on Amerigo Vespucci's shoe during his attempt to circumnavigate the globe. She cannot be a cockatoo, a tarantula, a tattoo in the webbing between a person's ring and pinkie finger. She cannot be a cannon at Gettysburg, Besty Ross, the lapel on Sydney Poitier's shirt, or a long plank from an old barn house, but why waste your time reminder her? Tell her she can be anything. Sneak in at night and watch her sleep, her little parabolic form wreathed in pale light, watch her breath in and out, softly, sweetly, now tell yourself she could be any of these things if she set her mind to it.
We like to listen to this song because it teaches about sharing...which is for weaklings. Also, communism failed, just look at Greece. Dictators need to have the power to do things like shut off sales of oil to European countries in order to up the ante on getting an arsenal of nuclear weapons, none of this mine is yours crap. That said, how bout these guys?
Here are some photos of us training lil s to eat snow. We're training her just in case when she's supreme ruler another Ice Age sets in due to global climate change, of course, I jest, global climate change was invented by scientists in order to get tenure. Anyhow, we just figured if she needed to settle the planet Hoth or something, she'd need to know how to live entirely on snow.
At first she had some reservations. However, when we explained to her that the greatest general in the history of the world, Napoleon, lost a land war in Russia because he and his troops couldn't subsist entirely on snow, she came around.
Even dictators have to smile sometimes....behind sunglasses.
Advice:
Tell your daughter that she can be anything she wants to, if she just sets her mind to it. You'll lie to her about a lot of things, Santa Claus, the Eater Bunny, how hard it is to pull of at a rest stop when she has to go pee, (Hint: nearly impossible), global climate change, where you hid that sack of golden bars during the great stock market crash of the aughts, so why not add this one to the list. She probably can't be a butterfly, or a beam of pure energy, or a jar of canned beets, or the left shoe on Amerigo Vespucci's shoe during his attempt to circumnavigate the globe. She cannot be a cockatoo, a tarantula, a tattoo in the webbing between a person's ring and pinkie finger. She cannot be a cannon at Gettysburg, Besty Ross, the lapel on Sydney Poitier's shirt, or a long plank from an old barn house, but why waste your time reminder her? Tell her she can be anything. Sneak in at night and watch her sleep, her little parabolic form wreathed in pale light, watch her breath in and out, softly, sweetly, now tell yourself she could be any of these things if she set her mind to it.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Another Year
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It's time of the year when we review the previous year. Okay, that time happened a while ago. However, it's probably time to remind myself, and future lil s, who will probably be a nuclear physicist or the emperor from Star Wars, the sort of music she listened to during this year of her life.
We enjoy the rise and fall type stuff, because we think of the rise as a rise to power and the fall as a slow crumbling due to a decline in tax revenue..we also plan to rule the stars up above us.
And, as inspired by the blog: 9,000 things to do with your daughter before she moves out at seventeen with her forty-five year old trucker boyfriend. I'll break down 31 pieces of advice I've picked up to give to my child before the arrival of my next birthday.
One: Tell her she's intelligent. This is important to do because a lot of other outlets are going to tell her that it's important to be beautiful or attractive. However, it's important to let her know that if she's intelligent it won't matter how conventionally pretty she is. Heck, if things go well enough she can be so intelligent that she'll be elected President of the Universe or whatever and then she can tax people who are too beautiful or cause them to wear trash bags or something, because if you're like me, you're hoping your offspring becomes dictator of the Milky Way galaxy.
Interpretative picture of what that will look like:
2. Teach her to sleep with her eyes open. This is an invaluable skill that will serve your little girl/dictator throughout her life/iron fisted rule. I could have made it through many a meeting, lecture, or all of ninth grade history, so much better if I'd possessed this amazing skill. And let's be honest, becoming dictator of the Milky Way is probably going to result in some sleepless nights worrying about whether the population of insects is too high and impinging upon your dominion. You'll need to make up on that sleep at some point in time without the ants catching on and carrying you off.
And some afternoons in late winter, when the tree branches are mere shapes of things back lit by hollow gray skies, you'll lie on the floor next to her as she gazes intently at a green block. Her cheeks will be that same blush of pink that you remember from those first hazy days when you returned home from the hospital. Her reddish gold hair will be falling into her eyes, and you'll brush it away, running your hand along her smooth forehead and she'll look up at you, suddenly, intently, imploring in only the way a small child can. This afternoon will fade away like all the others before it, dropping down into that subterranean well where all our old memories swim, sifting through the dark with flicks of ghostly tails, waiting to surface.
It's time of the year when we review the previous year. Okay, that time happened a while ago. However, it's probably time to remind myself, and future lil s, who will probably be a nuclear physicist or the emperor from Star Wars, the sort of music she listened to during this year of her life.
We enjoy the rise and fall type stuff, because we think of the rise as a rise to power and the fall as a slow crumbling due to a decline in tax revenue..we also plan to rule the stars up above us.
And, as inspired by the blog: 9,000 things to do with your daughter before she moves out at seventeen with her forty-five year old trucker boyfriend. I'll break down 31 pieces of advice I've picked up to give to my child before the arrival of my next birthday.
One: Tell her she's intelligent. This is important to do because a lot of other outlets are going to tell her that it's important to be beautiful or attractive. However, it's important to let her know that if she's intelligent it won't matter how conventionally pretty she is. Heck, if things go well enough she can be so intelligent that she'll be elected President of the Universe or whatever and then she can tax people who are too beautiful or cause them to wear trash bags or something, because if you're like me, you're hoping your offspring becomes dictator of the Milky Way galaxy.
Interpretative picture of what that will look like:
2. Teach her to sleep with her eyes open. This is an invaluable skill that will serve your little girl/dictator throughout her life/iron fisted rule. I could have made it through many a meeting, lecture, or all of ninth grade history, so much better if I'd possessed this amazing skill. And let's be honest, becoming dictator of the Milky Way is probably going to result in some sleepless nights worrying about whether the population of insects is too high and impinging upon your dominion. You'll need to make up on that sleep at some point in time without the ants catching on and carrying you off.
And some afternoons in late winter, when the tree branches are mere shapes of things back lit by hollow gray skies, you'll lie on the floor next to her as she gazes intently at a green block. Her cheeks will be that same blush of pink that you remember from those first hazy days when you returned home from the hospital. Her reddish gold hair will be falling into her eyes, and you'll brush it away, running your hand along her smooth forehead and she'll look up at you, suddenly, intently, imploring in only the way a small child can. This afternoon will fade away like all the others before it, dropping down into that subterranean well where all our old memories swim, sifting through the dark with flicks of ghostly tails, waiting to surface.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesdays with Sadie
Parenting Game: Try to get to ten points by the end of the day to earn your child's love.
7:08 A.M. Get out of bed and give her a snack before driving S to the metro to keep her happy. (+1). Anticipation. 1 Total Score: 1
7:45 A.M. Conclude breakfast with her, remembering to roll up the sleeves on her sleeper to avoid mishaps. (+1) Because Lord knows you're not the one who is good at using Shout right away to clean up messes. Total Score: 2
8:45 A.M. Throw the couch cushions on the floor for lil s to play on. (+1). Bending a rule to be a cool dad. Total Score: 3
8:52 A.M. When you realize that she isn't using them, plop down on them yourself and lounge around. (-1) General laziness. Total Score: 2
9:05 A.M. In an attempt to retrieve a ball that she has rolled under the lounge chair, move the entire chair. (+1) caring about your child's games. Score: 3
9:05 A.M. Note that moving the lounge chair has bent the outlet on the lamp into an unrecognizable shape. (-1). Score: 2.
9:15 A.M. Get her down for a nap in a solid amount of time to allow for good sleep. Don't even give her an old pacifier. (+1) General parenting acumen. Score 3
10:17 A.M. Notice right away that she has pooped in a diaper that you'd changed roughly thirty seconds earlier. Change it anyway. (+1) Not letting your child's general malfeasance cause you to punish them. Score 4
10:48 A.M. Note lil s's suspicious silence, but don't immediately react. Finally get up and notice her removing candles from a drawer and munching on bits of the was. (-1). General parenting no, no. Quiet=bad. Score 3
10:49 A.M. Tell her she'll be fine when she starts crying because you took away her candle. Even attempt to play a game. When her face balls up and cries, looking betrayed, say, "This hurts me more than it hurts you." (+1) For applying parenting maxims. Score 4
11:37 A.M. Read that Dr. Seuss book about the wonderful things Mr. Brown can do four times in a row. (+1) Cuz that shi- gets old after the first couple of reads, even if it Dr. Seuss. Score 5
12:58 P.M. Put lil s down outside while you prepare the stroller even though you know she will immediately pick up a piece of gravel and try to eat it. (-1). Score 4
12:58 P.M. Immediately realize your mistake and stand next to her outside, and say, "Throw it," miming it for her. Applaud her wimpy little throw. (+1) Admitting you are wrong. Lying about her throw. Score 5
1:00 P.M. Go for a walk and actually go upstairs to put on her sweatshirt as opposed to her coat because the day is warm. (+1). Going out of my way. Score 6
1:47 P.M. When lil s begins to break down deftly reach for a package of Graham crackers that you'd stowed away on a previous walk for just such an occasion. (+1)
Score 7
2:21 P.M. Slightly graze her head with the door at the end of a game of peek a boo. (-1). Score 6
2:22 P.M. Ignore her please for attention and say, "You're fine," while she rubs her head. (+1) for toughening her up. Score 7
3:00 Put her down for a nap after she appears tired, waiting long enough for it to be plausible. (+1) Score 8
3-3:45 Ignore all the random noise of playing coming from her room (-1) She could be learning the alphabet or something instead. Score 7
4:13 P.M. Note that she's putting her hands in the toilet, and, even though the water is clean, wash her hands in the sink anyway. (+1) General hygiene. Score 8
5:30 P.M. Wake lil s up from a nap and allow her to keep her pacifier and lovie while driving to pick up S at the metro (+1). Score 9
5:47 P.M. Despite being a bit late on leaving for work kiss both S's before leaving. (+1) General good human being type stuff. Score 10
7:08 A.M. Get out of bed and give her a snack before driving S to the metro to keep her happy. (+1). Anticipation. 1 Total Score: 1
7:45 A.M. Conclude breakfast with her, remembering to roll up the sleeves on her sleeper to avoid mishaps. (+1) Because Lord knows you're not the one who is good at using Shout right away to clean up messes. Total Score: 2
8:45 A.M. Throw the couch cushions on the floor for lil s to play on. (+1). Bending a rule to be a cool dad. Total Score: 3
8:52 A.M. When you realize that she isn't using them, plop down on them yourself and lounge around. (-1) General laziness. Total Score: 2
9:05 A.M. In an attempt to retrieve a ball that she has rolled under the lounge chair, move the entire chair. (+1) caring about your child's games. Score: 3
9:05 A.M. Note that moving the lounge chair has bent the outlet on the lamp into an unrecognizable shape. (-1). Score: 2.
9:15 A.M. Get her down for a nap in a solid amount of time to allow for good sleep. Don't even give her an old pacifier. (+1) General parenting acumen. Score 3
10:17 A.M. Notice right away that she has pooped in a diaper that you'd changed roughly thirty seconds earlier. Change it anyway. (+1) Not letting your child's general malfeasance cause you to punish them. Score 4
10:48 A.M. Note lil s's suspicious silence, but don't immediately react. Finally get up and notice her removing candles from a drawer and munching on bits of the was. (-1). General parenting no, no. Quiet=bad. Score 3
10:49 A.M. Tell her she'll be fine when she starts crying because you took away her candle. Even attempt to play a game. When her face balls up and cries, looking betrayed, say, "This hurts me more than it hurts you." (+1) For applying parenting maxims. Score 4
11:37 A.M. Read that Dr. Seuss book about the wonderful things Mr. Brown can do four times in a row. (+1) Cuz that shi- gets old after the first couple of reads, even if it Dr. Seuss. Score 5
12:58 P.M. Put lil s down outside while you prepare the stroller even though you know she will immediately pick up a piece of gravel and try to eat it. (-1). Score 4
12:58 P.M. Immediately realize your mistake and stand next to her outside, and say, "Throw it," miming it for her. Applaud her wimpy little throw. (+1) Admitting you are wrong. Lying about her throw. Score 5
1:00 P.M. Go for a walk and actually go upstairs to put on her sweatshirt as opposed to her coat because the day is warm. (+1). Going out of my way. Score 6
1:47 P.M. When lil s begins to break down deftly reach for a package of Graham crackers that you'd stowed away on a previous walk for just such an occasion. (+1)
Score 7
2:21 P.M. Slightly graze her head with the door at the end of a game of peek a boo. (-1). Score 6
2:22 P.M. Ignore her please for attention and say, "You're fine," while she rubs her head. (+1) for toughening her up. Score 7
3:00 Put her down for a nap after she appears tired, waiting long enough for it to be plausible. (+1) Score 8
3-3:45 Ignore all the random noise of playing coming from her room (-1) She could be learning the alphabet or something instead. Score 7
4:13 P.M. Note that she's putting her hands in the toilet, and, even though the water is clean, wash her hands in the sink anyway. (+1) General hygiene. Score 8
5:30 P.M. Wake lil s up from a nap and allow her to keep her pacifier and lovie while driving to pick up S at the metro (+1). Score 9
5:47 P.M. Despite being a bit late on leaving for work kiss both S's before leaving. (+1) General good human being type stuff. Score 10
Monday, February 13, 2012
Musical meanderings on "Someone Like You"
Why is Adele's music good? Apparently it's good because of its amazing scientific ability to generate emotion, which, in turn, stimulates our dopamine receptors to desire more of that feeling. Even if it is sad. Go ahead and take a listen and see if you can identify the exact moment when Adele uses her scientific ability to trick you into liking this song. I'll post the article first, but I'd actually be interested if other people could identify the most emotive part of the song before consulting this article. Also, is there anything less sexy than trying to talk about why a song works? This is sort of like explaining a joke or stopping a bout of passionate foreplay to explain exactly why you're enjoying the experience. I heard an interview with the co-writer of the song, and he explained in a much more artistic fashion just why this song might work. Essentially something along the lines of a meaningful connection with the lyrics and emotion conveyed in the song and the depth of the artist's actual sadness. Anyhow, that's why it's way sexier to be an artist than a scientist, though Lord knows it's less profitable. (This probably doesn't apply as much to those scientists who get to do cool stuff like solve world disease problems or the frontiers of physics). That said, go ahead and also just enjoy listening to the woman.
The article is here.
Also, this existed before the article and before the NPR interview.
The article is here.
Also, this existed before the article and before the NPR interview.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Egregious error
I posted a few days ago about eternity as it related to trash cans, and I quoted a PM Dawn song. Well, to be fair I quoted the misquoted, "time without shoes" of a sibling, however, I failed to post the original song, which is an egregious error. Somehow the line, "watch you walk out of my life and not do a damn thing" rang true and evocatively for me at twelve years old. I'm not entirely sure if it was the forbidden damn, or the emotion they managed to render in delivering the lyric. It's almost impossible to tell, but I'm leaning toward the latter. Anyhow, it's unfair to do that to PM Dawn. I don't listen to those mix of the eighties, nineties, and today stations. However, if those stations don't play this song then I'll just have to start my own radio station, which will play loads of amazing songs like PM Dawn's "I'd Die Without You."
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