I don't know about you, but I'm certainly guilty as hell of oversleeping, hitting the snooze button, and committing extensive and rather egregious internal justifications for squeezing in just one more minute of sleeping in, regardless of whether or not I can really afford it in my schedule...
Sometimes in order to chill out, you've got to look up to the stars and maybe try to hitch a ride to whatever comet David Bowie grabbed a hold of back in the day. I've kept a playlist on my phone for a while called, so thoughtful, "Space Stuff." If you want to blast off to space with me for a while, check out the playlist below. Or if you want to give your seven year old self some nightmares, get into a time machine, de-age however many years that would be, and watch that version of "Lost in Space" with the CGI spider monster that was nothing short of terrifying before we knew whether CGI was realistic enough to actually count as scary.
I've known for many years that I can read at a significantly faster pace than is perhaps average when necessary. However, I can recognize in my own reading, as backed up by literature, that there is a trade off between reading comprehension and speed that eventually becomes problematic...
On a scale of 1-10, how claustrophobic are you? Killer robot-ophobic? Generally afraid of dying in a post-apocalyptic wasteland in an underground bunker that was supposed to be the salvation of humanity, but is instead a cavalcade of horrors and nightmares? If the serious answer is above like a 3 for the last one, here and now in the real world, you presumably live in a war zone or own a bunker yourself. If that's not the case, and you'd like to find out how it works out for our intrepid- heroes(?), survivors(?), poor souls(?)- well, people, Alex, Carson, and Jeremy, then welcome to The Deep Vault.
When I was a kid, I used to imagine that there was a shark in the pool. Well, I should qualify that statement: when I was the first person in the pool, I used to look into the pool and objectively know it was empty. I also would objectively know that a body of water that size could hide jellyfish, sharks, or the occasional moray eel. Or stingray. Or whatever else lives in the ocean and tries to eat at you...
"The Decision Book" by Mikael Krogerus and Roman Tschäppeler is a book of what they describe as "fifty models for strategic thinking." I came across it, as one does, at an airport, and picked it up for some light reading before a flight. While it does in fact deliver on its tag line, I have some difficulties with the book.
I really like AJJ (the band formerly known as Andrew Jackson Jihad). Alternating funny, smartly socially commentating, and emotionally heavy hitting, they are for me one of the best folk (/folk punk) acts around. This week's Wednesday Winddown playlist is inspired by their songs "People," "People Ii: The Reckoning," and "People II 2: Still Peoplin'", because god I love some people sometimes, because people are the greatest things that happen. Check it out and chill out, won't you?
"The temple stood alone in the woods. Its friends were the trees, which grew over its roof. Its visitors were the people, who traveled far and wide to reach it." "And what happened to the sacrifices?"
Everyone, I think, has some piece of music that sticks with them from when they were kids. It could be a song that you remember hearing on the radio, a concert that you saw, some little song someone close to you would sing; something which stays with you over the years, and takes on an outsized status in your memory as the music of your childhood. For Dierdre Gardner, it's the music of Wim Faros, a local prodigy, who played at a birthday party in a golf club. #rememberwimfaros
"Wow! It's raining outside, and it's still sunny!" "Why, yes it is, would you look at that." "Momma says it's what happens when the devil is beating his wife." "Excuse me?"