Just a little (link) love: oh my edition
October 24, 2019
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My three questions post just coincidentally coincided with Abby’s thoughts on why she doesn’t feel rich.
Koroglu, the Robin Hood of the steppes
The women of Angel did deserve better.
I’d never heard of California City before. Would you want to live there?
Can you imagine the world supporting people with disabilities like this? That would be rather incredible.
“Our unpredictable and overburdened schedules are taking a dire toll on American society.” Though I am notoriously antisocial, PiC and I are making serious efforts to connect with local people, to build some community here.
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?
Well.
Obviously I have unusual circumstances. My dad is a manipulative selfish and really, just terrible, person. I gave him everything and still regret everything I sacrificed for him after Mom died.
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
— Dust-to-Digital (@dusttodigital) September 27, 2019
