Tuesday morning at the doctor’s office (my own for a change) and the wifi is not working. The Muzak, inexplicably, is the theme from “The Price Is Right.” I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Year: 2012
Journalism you can count on
The LA Times just keeps being my “go to” source for serious journalism with no sensational headlines:
I don’t read the SF Chronicle anymore. Has it gone down this same path? Other papers? My local?
Now would probably be the wrong time to look back with amusement at the wood chipper jokes my former roommate and I used to make to my ex from Minnesota around the time Fargo was released, huh? That said, I think tonight may be a Fargo night. It’s been several years…
10:15 Saturday night
My mortgage guy apparently works very late on Saturdays, which is good since we take care of what we needed to do earlier thanks to yet another “Mom crisis.” I sometimes fantasize about what having just one stress-free weekend a month might be like. I vaguely remember when weekends used to help relieve stress rather than add to it.
Some random links for tonight:
- Detroit: A City on the move
- The expressways of Toronto: Built and unbuilt
- What grocery stores used to look like in Toronto (in honor of the project I was working on this afternoon before the day went horribly wrong)
- 10:15 Saturday night
Sweet sixteen
Kids who were born on the day I uploaded the first version of my first website will be getting their driver’s licenses tomorrow.
Damn.
All I ask…
…is for one fucking week with no significant heartbreak, debilitating stress, nor major decisions that will drastically affect the next five to thirty years of my (or anyone else’s) life.
Oh well. I can dream about it, anyway.