“Stop listening to the bombastic loudmouths on the radio and television and the internet. To hell with them!" (John McCain)
Reinhold Niebuhr statue, Elmhurst College. Elmhurst, IL, August 25, 2018. 📷
I really wanted No. 18 to be Mueller.
Who said it: Dorothy Parker or special counsel Robert Mueller? (McSweeney’s)
It took 8 years for me to get over leaving my old career. But I got over it.
Why you should take time to mourn during career transitions (New York Times)
So, my husband’s job takes him to grocery stores around the area, and he ended up at a Filipino supermarket that has a sizable food court. He picked up lunch for me, just like Mom and Dad used to make. And no, not a vegetable in sight. I’m happy anyway. 📷
Random photo: Dearborn Station, Chicago, IL, February 2002. 📷
In a cranky social media snit, I muted/unfollowed everybody on Twitter/FB except feeds for sports, traffic, weather, hyperlocal news in my Chicago-area suburb, and humor.
The relative quiet is nice. Next up: Muting everybody but dog photos and New Yorker cartoons on Instagram.
This is why, after 8 hours of work at a desk — and before dinner, followed by another few hours of work at a desk — I’m lying down. At least that’s what I tell myself.
Why Sitting May Be Bad for Your Brain (New York Times)
Random photo: Preschooler in papier-mâché, Elmhurst, IL, April 2012. 📷
Adding to the bucket list: a pilgrimage to Ben’s Chili Bowl.
Sixty years of D.C. history and culture, slathered in chili (Washington Post)
Another snack obsession I brought back from Canada, along with “all dressed” potato chips and Tim Hortons Canadian maple doughnuts. Surprised I didn’t have to pay Customs duty for the extra belly fat I carried over the border. 📷
“Once I filled out all the note cards, I could tell by the depth of the stack that these flash pieces wanted to be a book …”
How to raise an optimistic human in a pessimistic world (Common Sense Media)
Has social-media usage around the world peaked? (Globe & Mail)
The more I explore and play in this space, the more I realize this is kind of how I hoped Tumblr would be. Except here, the most active people appear to be grownups who know how to spell.
Random photo: Kenosha, WI, September 2016. 📷
A testy Anglophile American just accused me of being “provincial” because I called British punctuation usage from the 1950s (i.e., spaces on both sides of a colon) “arcane.”
I’m an editor who makes a living enforcing American English. I’m okay with “provincial.”
For me, micro blog = outlet. If conversation happens, that’s fine, too.
Someday, I will be fully caught up on sleep.
Barack Obama’s summer reading list is everything we need right now (Washington Post)
Our recent travels included a stop at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY. I’m finding a ton of pix I never posted anywhere. Here’s two. Tickled to learn that the Cubs “borrowed” old Comiskey Park for the 1918 World Series versus the Red Sox. 📷
“Belongingness” is an actual word. I’m going to be in the fetal position under my desk for the rest of the day if anyone needs me.
Given my postings thus far, perhaps it goes without saying that one of my favorite subreddits is the r/BenignExistence space.
Can’t seem to shake exhaustion, head/body aches, and mild nausea. I blame much of my wear and tear on the satisfying-but-physically-wearing cleanup work yesterday at our parish, but it can’t be all that. I was gonna get to some office work tonight, but that ain’t happening.
U.S. border crossing, Detroit, one week ago:
Customs guy: “Where’d you come from?”
Husband (for once not trying to be funny): “Canada.”
Fortunately, our Customs guy had a sense of humor.