My bed ate one of my socks last night. I swear it’s just gone. I’ve looked everywhere for it. And it’s one of my favorites — pink, stripey, soft as a baby blanket. I’m sure I’ll find it, but there were a few minutes of hilarity this morning as I looked for it and realized that it was going to involve some crawling around on the floor or stripping of the bed. Seriously, laughed so hard. That was nice.
This is not nice. Augh, the hubris. I’m sorry, I know I harp on arrogance and narcissism a lot and it’s probably annoying, but people like Maddow just cause so much damage to the pursuit of truth, and that’s something I have a fundamental disdain for. Kinda rolling with my homey Dante on thinking that intentional mendacity is some of the worst of human behavior because it just leads to so many other really bad things. She’s bought her own hype and is interested in pursuing that over anything else. The worst of it is that whole thing about pride before the fall tends to be true. Sometimes publicly and dramatically, sometimes just in the heart. Anyway, maybe she’ll get it one day. And this could be true, although I think there can be some really fine citizen journalists who just kind of know what integrity is out of the box.
Okay I have to hustle to Old Town for a lunch thing so I don’t have much else. Just things to maybe divert your attention in the slow moments of the work day. Also, if you’re around, come out to Clarendon Grill for a happy hour later for a decompression. It’s a good thing to do.
A friend posted this on Facebook and it’s really interesting. Busyness has become an excuse for all kinds of things hasn’t it? I like the idea of “using your words” to actually explain why you can’t do something or put something off. Engaging authentically is a rather noble goal.
Anyone who rides metro in DC should get a kick out of this. “No matter where you exit, it’s the same platform.”
Fascinating history of ice. If you like history. Or ice.
This made me laugh so hard. Maddux was my favorite of the Braves’ dream team of pitchers and I remember once reading that he was considered one of the nerdiest of MLB players. Apparently not so much. From Glavin: “Unfortunately, you can’t write half of the stuff he did, because he wasn’t proper.”
All of this. The Giver is intriguing…
Oh dear, this will need to be made at some point…
Today’s music comes courtesy of Alison. Good stuff. I bet she’s got phrases choreographed in her head…