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No no, that wasn't a stab at you for posting. That was a reaction to all the boomers in general who feel it necessary to blame millennials for not liking the things that Made America Great. Like Hooters and Applebee's. I agree with your take on the article. I hope one day I'm in a position to just write an op-ed for an honest-to-god newspaper every time my grandkids pass up my famous matzoh ball soup. Or maybe I'll just settle for breathable air when I'm sixty. I'll own killing mayo if Sandy is okay with owning killing the economy, the american dream, and the environment.
If I have to choke down another "millennials killed x" article goddamn I swear to god.
This whole op-ed grew from the author's inability to comprehend how extended family could pass up her potato salad.
Hey Sandy, maybe millennials didn't kill mayo. Maybe your grandkids just don't like your shitty cooking.
I imagine that very, very many of your interactions these days are with strangers. And that can be fine, but spending too much time away from one's household/community and loved ones really grinds a person down. I'm sure you feel that acutely. But maybe you have to disappear a little in order to build something bigger than yourself? Or maybe that sense of fading, if it doesn't swallow you, acts as a motivator to make a lasting mark. I dunno. It's tough to balance. You're building something huge, though! Onward!
I'ma start using "Dorito" as my new signifier for greatness. It is, after all, the ultimate snack
Thanks, TNG. This was a tough one to make both in terms of subject matter and stylistics- didn't feel right masking the vocals in a bunch of layers and effects because it made it sound too fortified. But it's tough for me to just let the voice stand out above the mix, esp. when the lyrics are so brutal. Really glad you like it. It's one of my Doritos too. Lyrics as follows:
Looking into the darkness, is this all that a life is
series of bad decisions, in and out of remission
driving back from the hospital I see the kids in the
park on the benches, smoking
cigarettes in the sunlight-
what's that ahead of you?
pushing my way into the crush of folks at the grocery-
tryn ta get to the parsley- no one here really knows me-
meeting eyes at the counter, looking for a connection:
"have you tried our new version?" I don't know how to answer.
all I want is a sign that I will be well-remembered
nothing can bring you down like talking to perfect strangers.
home again, maybe I should call my folks out in Portland-
how long now has it been since I've been out there to see them?
last time, I was a mess, I was dealing with the tail end
of a breakdown and taking pills to help in the morning
pills in the morning to keep me going
looking into the darkness, is this all that a life is:
in and out of the workplace, waiting for your vacation
like to think that my workmates find me easy to talk with
make a joke, keep your distance- gotta keep up relations
oh my god, how'd this happen? feels like I'm disappearing-
I had strength of conviction! focus, artistic vision!
meeting eyes at the counter, trying to make a connection:
"what'd you do with your weekend?" I don't care, but you know I'm
maybe I'll call my brothers, tell them all that I love them
thinking about the last time that we were all together.
I should water the plants and put them out in the sunlight-
this is all that we have now- blow a kiss, grow your garden
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
I know where you've been, I guess. Doing big things. But this place really doesn't feel the same without your frequent input.
I listened to the last song you posted the other night, it was great to hear what you've been working on. Hard enough to make something on my schedule, I can't imagine how little free time you have right now. So many conflicting demands.
This place is brighter for you being here, though. Keep up the momentum on all fronts! And if possible, post more music. I agree, for everything else we put into the world, art makes everything that much more colorful.
- A computer generated graphic accompanying Putin’s announcement showed the missile plotting a course from Russia into the Atlantic, flying around South America’s Cape Horn, and then continuing on to strike what appeared to be a target in Hawaii.
Boy, good thing our president says these guys are our allies. Otherwise I'd be really worried.
Man, I'm three kids into my adult life. Dad jokes are my bread and butter; Wait, Wait is the mead I wash it down with. I do have the self respect to groan whenever Paula Poundstone makes a joke, though.
I'd like the New Yorker Radio Hour more if David Remnick didn't sound like such a milksop. Dude talks like he has little suspenders for his socks that attach to his underpants
Somebody already loves him
Coulda sworn I posted the video for "believer" here way back when, but search isn't showing it. Coulda been with my old ghosted account.
Fuck it, great song, great album:
That's a live show I wouldn't mind seeing.
- Trump’s young staffers also rely on old standbys near the White House: POV, the rooftop bar at the W Hotel that overlooks the White House; Old Ebbitt Grill, a quintessential antebellum Washington establishment; and Joe’s, a seafood and steak spot, are favorites. So are the nearby restaurant-bar The Hamilton and Blackfinn, a gastropub off Farragut Square. Some staffers prefer the Exchange Saloon, a no-frills sports bar just west of the White House. One young former Health and Human Services official confides that Rebellion, a Southern-themed establishment farther north, near U Street, is “one of the few closet Trump bars” in town.
A cynical reader might interpret this as less of a human interest piece and more of a map of where to go to heckle beleaguered Trump staffers...
- the preponderance of American pop music is based on the beat of two and four," he says. "You'll have a lot of cultural influences that cause people to do one and three. I remember being in the Vienna Stadthalle — the town hall in Vienna, with about 12,000 people in it — and it was, like, Teutonic.
Dude, the Northeast suxxx. You ever been anywhere in the Northeast where you didn't think, "this'd be great if it weren't for the traffic and the accent and the racism and winters that made you want to kill yourself"?
Is any job worth the Northeast gawddamn