Archive for October, 2011

The funniest review, ever

This review almost makes me want to watch this show, but I’m sure that the thing itself could never live up to this take on it.

Pretty Saro

 Sometimes a song is more than a song.   Sometimes you hear a song for the first time when your heart is breaking. When you are left and lost and sure no one has ever felt this alone. Then you hear this song and it is everything you feel sung exactly how you feel it. It is […]

Thursday playlist: Loose associations

Last time grandpa fawcett posted here, it was a bunch of gripes. This time it's a jumble of thoughts and enthusiasms, the ramblings of early dementia: 1.) This song “A Real Hero” by College (feat. Electric Youth) is from the movie Drive. I could not stop playing this song every day, ten times a day, […]

Comparative Freedom

I have often wondered where I got my inability to understand the unspoken expectations of authority. For a while I figured there was some kind of cognitive gap right in the part of the brain that might do that; it feels almost like a mechanical failure. Of course it’s almost certainly the fault of radical […]

Vroom, vroom

I’m thinking about getting a new car. At the moment, I’m torn between getting something sensible like this: … or getting something fun like this: Of course, I also have mixed memories of the agonies and eventual parting of ways with this: So… what’s a girl to do?

…but they’re just so boring

I know that few republicans are excited about their field of candidates, but I was surprised to notice this about two minutes into one of the recent GOP debates.

Being there

I’m falling for Tara.  Tara Brach.  The woman who combines Western psychology with Eastern spirituality.  I’ve alleviated the boredom of my morning physical therapy for back pain by listening to her Radical Acceptance audiobook. It’s kind of awesome.  She has ways of dealing with life, the universe and everything.  It’s an ideology, but not one […]


One thing I like about the Occupy Wall Street movement is that it’s opening public dialogue about what’s wrong. There’s a lot of discontent in the country, and it’s been there for at least the past decade if not longer. But it hasn’t been articulated in a mass, political way. I think it was William […]

No crying inside baseball

The conference date was approaching, and my paper wasn’t finished. To be honest, it wasn’t exactly started. Months before, I had drafted an irresistible abstract. I reread the two major texts I promised to discuss. As the weeks ticked by, some critical articles arrived via interlibrary loan. Some online research got done in the wee […]


In high school we played a game called “Psychiatrist” and I’ve never figured out if one of our crowd–well, the crowd I sat ambivalently on the edges of–had made it up, or if it’s an actual thing. The game was as simple as this: one person who didn’t know the rules of the game sat […]