Final 2008 PSA feat. Bjork
At first I was going to call this post “Bjork tries her hand at electrical engineering” but then she just gave up all semblance of working on the television and starts talking about “electrical light” and Icelandic poets and elevators. The last thing she says is surprisingly pithy and clever, and makes up for her rambling, in my book. And by the way, Happy New Year. 
For the Discriminating Size Queen
Available in both metric and customary.
The Prozac Effect
This is more than a little upsetting:
Antidepressants may damage more sex lives – The Boston Globe
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I have unfortunately experienced this effect firsthand, and let me tell you, it is bad. It is very bad. I have been stressing a lot lately over whether ’tis better to be more right in the head, or to not be 80% numb from the waist down during sexytime. It’s causing some issues between me and the BF, who can’t seem to understand why I’m having such a hard time (he thinks he is to blame). I am at a loss as to what I should do… has anyone else experienced this effect? What’s your take on this?
Enter Sandman (with Kazoo & Beatbox)
I like the guy in the lower left, I think he does a better job than Lars Ulrich actually.
Project Simplify
Now that the glorious excesses of Christmas are safely behind me, I can begin to hammer out the details of my initiative to reduce the amount of superfluity and wasted time/space/effort in my life. I’ve taken to calling this initiative “Project Simplify.”
The overall goals of the project are to
- reduce the amount of stuff I own
- reduce my footprint on the web
- spend less time on the web
- eliminate regular sources of incoming media
- make better/more efficient use of available space
I have already fired the opening salvo in this battle with myself, as I have unsubscribed myself from all the mailing lists and porn sites I’d accumulated over the years. I’ve also successfully spent the year getting rid of a boxful of stuff each month, as was my 2008 resolution; I plan on continuing this tradition through 2009. The end result of this will be a life less fettered to arbitrary things, and more free time will be available for meditation, exercise, writing, and spending time with people I care about.
Too Bad I Didn’t Know About This Before Naming The Blog…
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The ashen faggot (sometimes called ashton fagot) is an old English Christmas tradition from Devon and Somerset, similar to that of the Yule log and related to the wassail tradition. The wassail party passes around a bundle of ash sticks, twigs or branches—the ashen faggot—bound with green ash withies, which is then placed onto the fire. As each binding bursts, the watchers toast it with a drink. Some traditions had the unmarried women each choosing a withy, and the first one whose tie snapped would be married the next year.
When the bindings have all burst and the bundle has fallen loose, each person who plans to host the festivities next year takes one of the half-burned ash sticks and saves it until the following Christmas, when it will go in the centre of their own ashen faggot. The tradition endures (or has been resurrected) in many places; according to an article in the Winter 2005 issue of Devon Talk, the Harbour Inn in Axmouth annually builds an ashen faggot six feet high and three feet wide for their huge pub fireplace.
Some traditions held that not burning the ashen faggot in your house brought bad luck, or that having an ashen faggot in the house kept the Devil away. Ash was likely chosen because the ash tree has a long pedigree of magical associations: perhaps the most important is the Yggdrasil of Norse mythology, also known as the World Ash Tree.
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Happy holidays everyone!
Need Advice Guys PLZKTHX
I need some advice on some things…
- Which is a better entity to give my surplus of clothing to, Goodwill or the Salvation Army?
- The BF has warned me (several times) not to get him a Christmas gift, as he is broke right now and can’t afford one for me. Should I give him one anyway?
- I usually give up something each year as a test of my willpower. This year it was deep-fried things, last year it was meat. Any suggestions what I should give up for 2009?
Thanks in advance…
The Apotheosis of Moustache
As if I needed another reason to hate moustaches…
Adventures at Work: Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Pain in the Ass
The following is a transcript of an actual IM conversation I had this week at work with Ginger, a.k.a. the love child of Reese Witherspoon and Roseanne Barr.
Ginger: so I watched a good movie last night
Josh: Schindler’s List?
G: PS I Love You
J: oh, close enough, they’re pretty similar
G: I cried thru most of it
J: see? similar
G: I didn’t cry during Schindler’s List
J: …
J: …
J: …
J: you really *are* going to make babies for the master race
G: whatever
J: have you seen Ol Yeller?
G: yes, and I cried at the end, my parents wouldn’t let me watch the end until years later though
J: unbelievable
J: you care more about the death of one dog than six million people
J: i’m speechless
It is for this reason that I have taken to calling Ginger “Brunhilda” instead.
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