"I feel bad" = I am sad or upset or otherwise unhappy.
"I feel badly" = I am not very good at touching things.
Please make a note of it.
and now someone is smoking weed on this train
Today: a film
Set design: Picasso
Outstanding, fully endorsed.
I knew he was prolific, but, damn. That’s a lotta Zappa. Looking forward to it.
“”When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.” All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.””
Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech
I have never, will never, could never hurt one of my babies. If some other adult were to harm them, I’d probably commit murder. So why should my standard be any different?
i. I worked a half day today. I always do on this day, and I rather like it. Most people are out of the office, the markets are slow, and it’s a chance to get things done and enjoy some relative quiet in a place where that just doesn’t ever happen otherwise.
ii. We keep discovering gifts left by the people we bought the house from 3.5 years ago. The latest is a furnace full of sawdust due to the guy’s unventilated basement wood shop. It’s cool, though. A new furnace is exactly what I wanted for Christmas, and my birthday, Easter, and Memorial Day, too. Very thoughtful.
iii. Relatedly, we’re out of firewood. More is coming tomorrow, being delivered by a guy whom I believe is gouging us, but whatever. I’d rather pay twice the going rate than buy it from the local dude who still proudly flies a McCain-Palin banner over his garage and has P*ckers posters in the window. In fact, I’d actually rather freeze to death than patronize him.
iv. Thanksgiving was lovely, in spite of living out the twin clichés of being the IT guy asked to “fix” the computer and overhearing a lot of uninformed political talk. The only bummer, and it’s a big one, was observing the effects of entropy on a 99.5-year-old brain. Grandpa’s still here, except he’s not.
v. Some old friends are in from out of town and we’re meeting them for dinner. He said he wanted a divey Italian restaurant, the kind with checkered tablecloths and chianti bottles wrapped in twine. Elmwood Park is full of those places. When I called for a reservation, the girl who answered sounded just like Adriana from The Sopranos. Bada bing!
They are talking healthcare reform in the other room
This is actually preferable.