The world is a crazying place. Everywhere I look, people have lost whatever sense of propriety they may have once had. I suppose that inappropriate times call for inappropriate responses. It creates an interesting conversational atmosphere from which to push up against. Little things that didn't used to bother me now either wear me out or just leave me perplexed at the very mystery of their existence. Imagine being a "journalist" in these times.
That being said, I found the writer Laurie Penny, in whom I have developed a little crush. Don't worry, she's gay, so there is little chance of my crush going anywhere, but I sure do like the way that she writes - enviable, with fun sentences hidden in there.
I have been playing lots of silly old 70s tunes for the boy this morning - Melanie, Mungo Jerry, The Kinks, Lou Reed, to list a few.
I looked at her, and she looked at me.... Well, that's the way that I want it to stay, I always want it to be that way for my Lola.
One of my guilty pleasures, a favorite memory of driving around with my mom sometime in the late 70s in our station wagon with wood panelling. When I was still young enough to be unashamed at the music I liked, old enough to sing along with either of the duet parts.
Enough about me. Have this gem to put a little song in your heart, to start your weekend well:
I know it is silly and perhaps innocent to indulge this way, but I grow so tired of nuance, experience, and endless ennui. Everybody should have some little silly set of songs that makes them smile and sing along, in spite of themselves. Those are just a few of mine.