Yesterday was a beast but today? Today is going to be my...
Tell 'em, Faith.
I'm going to shake that load off.
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I'm going to shake that load off.
Yesterday was a beast but today? Today is going to be my...
This is my mom's generation of the family (all her brothers and sisters and cousins) with my great grandparents in the farm lands of Sandusky, Illinois. My mom looks to be about 5 or 6 years old so this is maybe 1963 or '64.
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Gospel usually isn't in my mix but it has been a huge part of my week. First, with The Color Purple as a running undercurrent in expected and unexpected ways...
The nineteen-year-old singer and pianist Nellie McKay has said repeatedly that she wants to be famous, and she has generated a small bible of press clippings to nudge the process along. It’s a fun read. McKay pushes her politics (peta activist, no friend of Bush, “tired of white people”) and cherry-picks her rich backstory: a peripatetic childhood, spent travelling with her mother, the actress Robin Pappas, between the Poconos; Olympia, Washington; and Harlem in a Volkswagen bus. Her grandfather did time in San Quentin. In school, Nellie ignored her classmates’ musical tastes, wore shoulder pads, and immersed herself in the work of Jo Stafford, Greta Garbo, Doris Day, and Rita Hayworth. After two years at the Manhattan School of Music, she abandoned the conservatory for night clubs, often accompanied by her mother. She relishes using interviews to scare off anyone expecting a biddable camp figure: “I thought all the ’50s rockers were so dirty”; “There’s a side of me that identifies with Aileen Wuornos”; “I’d really like to raise the minimum wage.” She speaks openly about the real-life subject of one of her songs, a conservatory teacher who is both a neighbor in her apartment building and the unwilling object of her obsessive infatuation. It’s impossible to determine how much of all this is genuine and how much is just fireworks. (She cites Bill Clinton’s saxophone performances as a childhood inspiration.)
- Fireworks by Sasha Frere-Jones, The New Yorker, 05.24.04
My name is Jason and this is for my grandpa. You may know him as Pop-pop, Daddy, Junior, Uncle Junior, Mr. Jesse or Jesse.The last time I was in Omaha, I spent a lot of time at my grandparents kitchen table working the puzzle with him and listening to his stories. I wrote many of them down but as I read through them thinking about what I would say here, I would get about halfway through one and think, "Nope. Can't say that in church" or "Oops, I'm not sure that's for mixed company" or "Nah, I don't want to put all grandpa's business out on front street." So, what I will share is a story about my grandfather and my uncle Mike...in his words:
One day not too long after Mike passed, Pauline went out of the house. I was sitting right here in the kitchen doing the puzzle. She yelled she was leaving, I heard her keys and heard the car start and drive away. Some time later, the latch of the door unlocked and I heard keys rattle. I can still hear it now. I didn't even look up. I just assumed she had forgotten something and came back. After awhile, I realized that she wasn't in the house. I figured I must not have heard her leave again. So, she comes back awhile later and I say to her, "What did you have to come back to the house for." She looked at me and said, "I didn't come back, I was gone this whole time." Then I started thinking about the sounds. It was the latch unlocking and then a rattle of the keys. Now, when you enter the house, you don't hear the rattle of the keys because you're holding them in your hand a certain way, you've got to grip them to turn the lock. But Mike, when he would leave the house, he would unlock the door and rattle his keys for me to let me know he was going.
It was then that he knew that Uncle Mike would always be with him.
Spirit endures.
You will always be with us. We will never be without you.
We love you.
Thank you.
-February 22, 2007, Omaha, Nebraska.
via thebrotherlove.
Pisces are the most impressionable of the twelve zodiac signs. Deeply empathetic, they often exhibit a gentle, patient nature, but one that is in want of inspiration. Pisces can be deeply affected by and completely absorbed into their environment.
Pisces adapt well to their circumstances, both good and bad. They are generous, amiable, positive natured people with a deep sense of kindness and compassion. Pisces are highly tuned in to everything around them including the feelings of others. Pisces are socially popular because of their easygoing and likable manner. They have an uncanny sense of perceiving what a person wants or needs, and delivering it. Pisces are reflexive, preferring to allow circumstances and events to unfold and, only then responding.
Pisces are not typical people. They are too idealistic and impractical for every day run of the mill living. Pisces are sensitive and instinctual rather than bookish or mechanical. When Pisces find the right situations, they are capable of some incredible deeds. Pisces completely and wholly engage in a chosen path, to the exclusion of everything else. This obsessive compulsive energy can be healthy and not. Pisces can be workaholics (and other kind of -aholics too).
I might disagree slightly. I'm both instinctual and bookish. I am sensitive to the fictional much more than the real. I wouldn't consider myself obsessive compulsive but it is common for me to get fully engaged in something.
All in all, though, this coincides with how I see myself and what others have said about me (at least to my face).
Not that I believe in this astrology nonsense.
That lack of proximity is what creates the space in which that common hipster douchebaggery is free to grow unfettered even in 2007."In the South, whites would say to Negroes, 'Come close, but don't go too high.' In the North, whites would say, 'Go high, but don't come too close.' "
