I don’t really understand how Gladwell’s response isn’t to listen to the people he hurt, who were already hurt, and do better. Instead he hides behind legality. Very Poor Form. Also, for me, his behavior is an object lesson in being very careful about giving copyright permission and control over interviews and quotes and recordings of your voice. People can and will take you out of context.
I took the Yours, Mine & Ours (or, just Ours) quiz to “Identify what’s most important to you and learn what could go wrong if it gets ignored.” I was disappointed in our quiz results, though. Even though it acknowledged we’re good at talking about or considering money, it just talked about how fighting about money is a big relationship killer. Well. Duh. That’s why we talk about money: so we don’t fight about it. I don’t know what I was expecting from a 6 question quiz though. What’d you get?
Leia/Washington
I will never not imagine Carrie Fisher delivering that last line.
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Thefts in Potrero Hill. I had trouble getting through this story because everything about it was frustrating.
Yes, I am in the cozy season: blanket, small heater, baked some bread.
Sarah Gailey’s story of living with chronic pain felt like she was me. And I would choose to be Away almost all the time too. To be able to choose when to be in pain, to be able to choose to take risks that could result in pain, because you know it’ll fade away is an unbelievable luxury that I don’t remember. I can’t remember not having to calculate how much I’ll pay for each exertion, and each choice, and everything I want to do, down to laying down at a particular angle.
Billie Lourd on Becoming the Keeper of Princess Leia. I wasn’t old enough to love Leia in real time when the movies first came out but I came to the Star Wars universe around the 90s and loved her, and General Organa, and Carrie Fisher. This article made me tear up.
I thought our dentist was bad at this online booking system thing – they require a separate email address for everyone, including minor children. Sorry y’all, my 3 year old doesn’t get an email address!
Meanwhile, Costco has been touting their pet prescription refills and THEY want my dog to have a separate email address. Really. There’s no better way to do this, like, perhaps a PET sub-profile?
Cat Touchdown
Kevin Harlan’s Westwood One radio call of the cat on the field is, as you might expect, an all-time great call. How much of a pro is Harlan? He worked a sponsor read into it. pic.twitter.com/3x0MVNEHNY
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Penny asks Who are you showing up for? I seriously isolated myself for years while I was dealing with Dad’s scamming. Now, I am trying to make up for lost time with a real effort to keep in touch with people whether it’s by email, text, or phone calls (rarer). And I’m very lucky in that I do have people checking on me, and I feel like it’s just as much as I check on others. It’s not a circle, we just keep passing it forward, and it seems to work.
Purple is 100% stocks. I’ve considered going, and was, 100% stocks in our index funds for a while for the growth but as with all things, I changed my mind after a while. I added bonds back in for balance because I am always concerned about overall risk. What’s your percentage?
About gabapentin’s wide off-label use. This is appalling: Parke-Davis hired medical education companies to write review papers, original articles, and letters to the editor in medical journals about gabapentin for “$13,375 to $18,000 per article,” plus a $1,000 honorarium for the author. The majority of these articles had “favorable” conclusions about gabapentin, and in most instances the payments were not disclosed.
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Roxane Gay’s ministry of checking bags. I used to check bags, then I tried to carry on only. Then I had a kid and that all went Hades. We check bags now and it’s nice to only carry enough on to put under the seats, plus one backpack that might go overhead if we haven’t lost our minds and we packed adequate snacks for our small black hole that we travel with. I haven’t traveled solo for longer than a day or two for a few years so I don’t recall what I do unencumbered. Are you Team Checked Bag or Carry-On?
This made me chuckle: hot people are stressful. I had a similar doctor experience once, bundled off to the ER because of debilitating pain, rolled up like pastry wrapped sausage in two coats and a robe. I can neither explain the pain nor the Michelin Man bundle. For some reason that made Mom feel better about sending me off with only my brother as driver? It was unpleasant to say the least to be greeted by a reasonably put together, not utterly disheveled, conventionally attractive doctor. At the very least, I scolded my body, have something worthwhile to justify being here and having to face THIS social interaction! Alas, it did not.
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Holy wow this Patricia Lockwood review: Malfunctioning Sex Robot. I’m going to TRY not to quote the whole thing: “I was hired as an assassin. You don’t bring in a 37-year-old woman to review John Updike in the year of our Lord 2019 unless you’re hoping to see blood on the ceiling.” “Please tell me you’re writing something about Updike’s 9/11 book,’ another said. ‘Can’t do that,’ I responded, ‘because I’m pretty sure I would die while reading it, and that would be another victim for 9/11.’ Taste and tact had departed hand in hand; I had been reading too much John Hoyer Updike.”
Growing up, this sentiment would have been met with scoffs of “Americans,” underlining the major differences in our family culture and the culture of our new home.
It was laughable to think that you didn’t owe your parents anything – you owed them everything. You owed them life, and everything you had in life, and therefore you owed them your unswerving obedience. Now?
In the end, I feel both sentiments can lead to toxicity. Maybe at this point, all I believe is that we owe our parents what we owe the world: kindness and care to the extent that we can give it.
Hank McCoy would say: oh my stars and garters!
Brothers Fayard and Harold Nicholas dancing in the 1943 film “Stormy Weather.” Years later, Harold recalled that they never rehearsed the jumps over each other’s heads but still managed to do the routine in just one take. pic.twitter.com/pVSAfUtLaY
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I adore seeing people’s experiences with palaces in the sky (at least for people I like anyway).
Pay inequality is still a thing. This is why I negotiate hard, knowing that I’ll be penalized for negotiating too, but knowing that at least I show my worth many times over so I should at least negotiate for as much as I can even while a white male doing the job I’m doing would automatically be paid much more without having to ask for it.
How did your parents embarrass you? I assume mine did but I can’t remember any embarrassed by parents stories from childhood.
Making friends as adults. I do envy little kids and their ability to make friends easily now that I’ve witnessed it in JB. I was as hermitlike as you could get at 4 years old and hated the idea of people. I didn’t so much make friends as have some happen to me. I still miss that first friend I ever made on my own in third grade – it took that long – and we remained fast friends even though were in totally different circles by high school. Now only eight years into my life in the Bay Area, I’m finally making the effort to make friends and it’s still every bit as difficult now for me as it was for child me. Ugh.
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I keep repeating this to myself: stop buying stuff!Why do I still keep getting these urges to buy cute or beautiful things?
I’m usually very thoughtful about big decisions like adding a pet to our family but even after being so thoughtful, I have regretted getting a pet.
Angela and not being perfect: “If everyone focused on doing things better – let’s say, eighty percent better – the world would look completely different.” I know that when I try to make all my actions environmentally sound, I get stuck in paralysis because there are no perfect actions. But if I can aim to make most of my actions green in a significant way, then I have to forgive myself for the other “fails”.
The crappiness of “parental leave” (hahahahaha) in the US. Our parental leave in the US is so crap. Near five years later, I’m STILL angry that my raise was less than agreed (and that I hadn’t gotten it in writing that ONE TIME) because we found out I was pregnant before the raise went into effect. It’s definitely affected my trust of my employer.
I’ve been fighting the instinctive toxic positivity in myself because I hate receiving it from others but also I note that it’s hard to gauge sometimes what’s needed because a lot of my conversations are over text / email and not in person. Better responses I’m working on: “I’m here for you.” / “That sounds really hard.” / “How did that make you feel?” or “How do you feel about that?”
I’ve spent 11 years in 3 different jobs before this one, including my college years because I worked more than full time those 4 years, but staying so long at this one (more than my usual 4-5 years) makes me wonder if I’m making a big mistake like Ali’s here: For 12 years I refused to talk to recruiters and never applied for a position with another firm. I regularly review the reasons it still makes sense to stay here that aren’t “because I’m too lazy to find another job” because the monetary benefits are fairly modest. It’s all about the day to day autonomy and flexibility but at some point it’s also got to be about the money. I think we’re still committed to this particular balance but if PiC has to leave his incredibly good benefits job, I may have to sacrifice the flexibility of this job to make more money. OR maybe I can have all: more money and all the flexibility?? Maybe. We’ll see.
Life In The Cupboard Under The Stairs: on living with the smallness of a chronically ill life. Most days, this is just normal and I accept it. But this feeing of smallness, of tightness, is renewed. I discovered a fantastic band I’d love to go see and they’re in Oakland this winter. Tickets are under $35. But it’s on a weeknight. How could I possibly scrape up the energy after a workday to be out and then also work again the next day? I still have dogs to be walked and child to be looked after. PiC volunteered to cover both (as a sitter for the required amount of time would be $100 minimum) but I still am unlikely to have the energy to cope with the bookends of work AND having to stay up late. Heck, I’m unlikely to be able to be out that late without consequences even if I didn’t have work, even if I didn’t have to expend energy to drive all the way to Oakland and back. So life gets a little smaller and I try to pretend I didn’t want to go anyway to ignore that new little spike of disappointment in my side that’s grown, trusting that it too will fade away, replaced with new cuts in time.
