Hey everyone. Here’s today’s vlog. Please love it like you’d love your own, um, vlog? Yeah. Tonight I’m going to a Neil LaBute play. LaBute’s movies make me want to throw things at the screen so hopefully I won’t bring that violent rage to the theater but if I do what are some good squishy things to throw? I think tomatoes is way too cliche and almost, shall we say, amateurish. And bean bags, also, would be a rookie move not indicative of my ability to think of creative squishy items. Anyway, while you ponder that and also watch this video, I’m going to go run errands. I feel like all I do is run errands. I’m turning into my mom. Except I don’t think her errands involve buying Splenda tablets which is clearly a youthful endeavor. Other youthful endeavors? Wearing a diaper, playing hopscotch, jumping up and down, being excited about Christmas, being idealistic, having sticky stuff on your hands, saying the darnedest things, etc.
More info about things mentioned in the vlog? Well today I got vaguely news-esque. Here are those stories:
Women happier in the 60s:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/26/opinion/26douthat.html
Fungi, From Killer to Dinner Companion (I can’t stop laughing at this)
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/26/science/26angi.html
And here’s some James Morel info. And here’s Dr. Tattoff, his company.
I called Pinch but he didn't have a comment on either article. He's probably getting ready for tonight's show.
I think people in general were happier back in the 50s and 60s. Economic times were pretty good (the U.S. was dominant after WWII), most men were able to provide for their families while their wives could stay home and raise their families (if they wanted to). Kids weren't into drugs and alcohol as much back then. Drug usage really took off in the late 60s and early 70s.
There are a lot more economic stresses on families these days. Most married women HAVE to work. They don't have a choice because one paycheck isn't enough. One woman I used to work with (I was her manager) told me she sometimes pulled over in her car on the way home from work at night and cried because she was so tired and didn't know how she could keep on working full time and raise 3 young kids. I'm sure she would have loved to take a few years off to take care of them, but that wasn't possible.
There are also a lot more single parents today, and economically that's a very tough thing to do.
I called Pinch but he didn’t have a comment on either article. He’s probably getting ready for tonight’s show.
I think people in general were happier back in the 50s and 60s. Economic times were pretty good (the U.S. was dominant after WWII), most men were able to provide for their families while their wives could stay home and raise their families (if they wanted to). Kids weren’t into drugs and alcohol as much back then. Drug usage really took off in the late 60s and early 70s.
There are a lot more economic stresses on families these days. Most married women HAVE to work. They don’t have a choice because one paycheck isn’t enough. One woman I used to work with (I was her manager) told me she sometimes pulled over in her car on the way home from work at night and cry because she was so tired and didn’t know how she could keep on working full time and raise 3 young kids. I’m sure she would have loved to take a few years off to take care of them, but that wasn’t possible.
There are also a lot more single parents today, and economically that’s a very tough thing to do.
That was cool. He's an interesting guy. Thanks also for the entertaining read. I've had my suspicions about the relation between humans and fungi for a long time. Robigus, Lord of Fungus, will be this year's Halloween costume.
As to the other topic, even after the combined insights from the oped, you, and Joe, there's still more to the story. I guess that's why we still can't figure it all out. I just happen to think that we're driving ourselves insane as a species, and that for most people it boils down to simple=happy; complicated=unhappy
That was cool. He’s an interesting guy. Thanks also for the entertaining read. I’ve had my suspicions about the relation between humans and fungi for a long time. Robigus, Lord of Fungus, will be this year’s Halloween costume.
As to the other topic, even after the combined insights from the oped, you, and Joe, there’s still more to the story. I guess that’s why we still can’t figure it all out. I just happen to think that we’re driving ourselves insane as a species, and that for most people it boils down to simple=happy; complicated=unhappy
“Interesting article regarding the everyday disgruntled woman. This article should have had a drawing associated with it of a women breaking a glass ceiling but suffering through the bleeding pain in her hands…”
“Interesting article regarding the everyday disgruntled woman. This article should have had a drawing associated with it of a women breaking a glass ceiling but suffering through the bleeding pain in her hands…”
I'd like to nominate myself for the position of Retroactively Sacked Producer on The Daily Alison/Rosen. Qualifications: terrible at producing web series, ability to cry hysterically on cue after hearing the words “Get the fuck out of my office.”
Also, in honor of Inarticulate Tuesday, instead of actually getting any writing accomplished my project partner and I just stared at each across the table and drooled a little.
That was cool. He's an interesting guy. Thanks also for the entertaining read. I've had my suspicions about the relation between humans and fungi for a long time. Robigus, Lord of Fungus, will be this year's Halloween costume.
As to the other topic, even after the combined insights from the oped, you, and Joe, there's still more to the story. I guess that's why we still can't figure it all out. I just happen to think that we're driving ourselves insane as a species, and that for most people it boils down to simple=happy; complicated=unhappy
I’d like to nominate myself for the position of Retroactively Sacked Producer on The Daily Alison/Rosen. Qualifications: terrible at producing web series, ability to cry hysterically on cue after hearing the words “Get the fuck out of my office.”
Also, in honor of Inarticulate Tuesday, instead of actually getting any writing accomplished my project partner and I just stared at each across the table and drooled a little.
“Interesting article regarding the everyday disgruntled woman. This article should have had a drawing associated with it of a women breaking a glass ceiling but suffering through the bleeding pain in her hands…”
I'd like to nominate myself for the position of Retroactively Sacked Producer on The Daily Alison/Rosen. Qualifications: terrible at producing web series, ability to cry hysterically on cue after hearing the words “Get the fuck out of my office.”
Also, in honor of Inarticulate Tuesday, instead of actually getting any writing accomplished my project partner and I just stared at each across the table and drooled a little.