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Sleater-Kinney - Bury Our Friends (2014)

At last, here’s the new Sleater-Kinney song in full.

I don’t want to talk about it.

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Wedding madness is officially 100% over

Don’t get me wrong, we had such an awesome time, most especially in LA but also last night at the reception celebrating with friends, many of whom came from far away (one as far as the Netherlands!). It was kind of overwhelming to see all these people from different parts of our lives, all together and happy because we’re happy. People said really sweet, touching stuff that made us both cry. (There was less sweet stuff too but that’s another post…) And mostly we both felt really loved and supported.

But it was exhausting too. I’m ready to be a boring, married lesbian now and do things like fill out paperwork and order new checks.

Words Mean Things

eytancragg said: How can I shed the bitterness and cruelty that my life has beaten into me before now?

johndarnielle:

I don’t know your situation and I’m not you and I kinda don’t do advice, because advice is presumptuous! Like there’s general living-life stuff, a lot of which turns out to be really profound but which when I was younger seemed like “shit people tell you just because it’s what they say.” For example: it’s in my nature to get up and start working on stuff. On whatever. Songs, books. Playing video games back when I played video games (I haven’t renounced them but I have lost interest so all I play now is those annoying Facebook games that when you see people’s status saying I JUST ACHIEVED LEVEL ELM IN FOREST SAGA! you judge them. I am he. I am the judged). But then I became a dad, and if me and my little dude are both awake and it’s seven and I see the daylight outside, rain or shine, I think…you need to not be conscripting little dude into your I-tend-to-stay-inside lifestyle, which is a learned behavior anyway. So we get outside. I haven’t run a spreadsheet on this but it feels like to me if I get a walk in with my little dude in the morning, the very worst the day has to offer thereafter pales in comparison to how I started the day, and on lousy days that can be really meaningful to me. Again, I’m not saying “whoever you are, whatever your situation, just take a walk!” That would make me an asshole, saying that. I’m saying “you asked for advice, but I don’t do advice, but I can tell you things I do and if they sound useful to you, they’re things you might try.” 

Mornings when I put off opening the laptop for several hours almost invariably result in better days for me than the ones (usually on the road) when I wake up and PLUG INTO THE FUCKIN MATRIX HERE WE GO and then irritate myself with news of all the terrible people doing and saying terrible things that I can’t do a damn thing about anyway. Do I stay engaged enough with the news cycle to know about what’s going on? Of course; I care. Do I have to know every last hateful thing about all the hateful people? No, of course not - I don’t need all that stuff inside me. I only need to know enough to figure out what positive change I might be able to help effect. 

Again, this isn’t advice. I’m not qualified to give advice. (If I write good songs that help people, that’s rad, but it no more qualifies me to give advice than a good carpenter’s table qualifies him to tell me how to deal with anger.) I’m just reporting what works for me: keep an umbilical connection to the outside world - trees, light, solid ground; avoid obsessive behavior; seek the delightful, shun the hateful. My son taught me this last one. He is a philosopher. 

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Your days are numbered, Punisher.

Your days are numbered, Punisher.

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Miss Misery

Miss Misery

(Source: istealforksfromrestaurants)

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istealforksfromrestaurants:

Yesterday was a good time. 

So good. And I swear I wasn’t about to eat that flower.

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istealforksfromrestaurants:

If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is…

istealforksfromrestaurants:

If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is…

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Never have I been on vacation and not started to suffer a small amount of vacation fatigue until now. There’s usually always something that makes me feel like I’m ready to go home…maybe the bed is uncomfortable or there’s not enough familiarity or I’ve just had my fill. Not here. I mean, obviously I miss the tiny friends. And I miss the settled feeling of having all my stuff around. Other than that, I have zero desire to go back to Chicago.

When we get home, I am making a spreadsheet to calculate hours and figure out the absolute soonest possible date I can apply to sit for the LCSW exam. We are reworking our financial planning. Once we get home Operation Relocate to Los Angeles goes into full effect.