There’s something really horrible about asking people to prove their loyalty to you by being a jerk to someone else. It’s just so Mean Girls. And when the part of Regina George is played by a dude? I swear to God it’s like your head might explode. Or, if it helps to get a grasp of the kind of behavior I’m referring to, there’s this. It’s nearly perfect. There are people that are only restrained, I’m convinced, by the social mores of the day. Joffrey Baratheon would just be a corporate raider today. Or a professional athlete. Anyway, Pops is always telling me that empathy is what separates us from the animals. And, while it’s good to give your head a rest, rebelling from your humanity in the interest of not having to think about how to transcend your base desires and cultivate a higher order of consciousness by using abstract concepts like empathy, grace, etc. seems tantamount to getting a really nice new phone (which I just have. Sorry. I’m excited. It’s been a long time coming…) and never taking the time to find out what functionality it has and what kinds of things it’s equipped to do. Anyway, working it out. And trying to remember that sometimes good people just get caught in the middle. And, when you reach out to others, they surprise you with their thoughtfulness and their love. I’m humbled sometimes in the best way.
My sister Juli asked me if it bothered me that Neil Armstrong died on my birthday. Oh hell naw! I feel honored that he slipped the surly bonds of Earth one last time on the celebration of my birth. My favorite story about the man is how he landed the lunar module without the aid of the computer and I like to imagine his last moments like the last 10 minutes of 2001: A Space Odyssey. Because I think he would understand what was happening to him in a way Dave did not. Anyway, here’s your parents on I’ve Got a Secret and your song Mr. Armstrong. Your light hasn’t gone out and it never will.
Let’s see, other things…
Ashley snapped a photo of a momentous occasion: My first Jumbo Slice at 1:30 am or something on my birthday. It’s a rite of passage for DC people I think.
Regarding the Apple win over Samsung (since I just bought one of the phones in question), I feel pretty much like this. Frivolous Apple. This is why I’m not a true believer. That and basically if you buy one of your products you are forced to buy them all. It just feels like slavery to the corporate logo. Put that in your pipes and suck it liberals who love Apple.
For some reason — I think because Ash was playing country music the other night. Jersey girl. I know. Weird. — I busted this out. Love this music. Here’s something I wrote on these boys lo, these many years ago…
This woman cracks me up. I aspire to this kind of irreverence.
How refreshing indeed. Because doing good in the world is sometimes complex and hard to pin down.
I love this time of year because it’ll be a nice walk home from dance class tonight, UGA kickoff 2012 begins Saturday at 18th Amendment for the DAWGS in town, Ash and I are going to the Nats game Sunday, and I think we’re going to do a little flag football practice on the Mall Monday since no one’s working. It’s like everything comes together in a mash up of Autumn awesomeness. And it makes me feel sexy. Like this.