A brief mish mosh.

by chuckofish

Well, our long national nightmare is over and Sean Spicer got kicked off Dancing with the Stars. It was fairly obvious to this long time viewer that the scores were manipulated to make it happen. I’d care more but that would require me to care at all.

In other news, I had a lovely Veterans Day (a state holiday) and spent the entire day indoors, watching the snow blow around outside and feeling #blessed to be in my cozy apartment with a lots of chips and Diet Coke. For once, I was adequately prepared. I stitched, and read, and stitched, and hung a heavy mirror all by myself.

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After reading Daughter #2’s post last week about quotes, I took some time to page through Slouching Towards Bethlehem, a favorite of female, millennial writers whose parents probably pay half to all of their Brooklyn rent. One of those good things that has been ruined by mainstream popularity, like Breakfast at Tiffany’s or Bob Dylan when he went electric (jk jk jk).

“The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself.”

–Joan Didion, On Keeping a Notebook

I enjoyed it immensely, while hating myself for doing so. Such is living in these modern times.