Word of the Day: MUSIC

What is today’s word of the day (I type as I realize it’s clearly in the title) MUSIC!

Ah, yes, music; it has a way of lifting us up, doesn’t it? Like apparition, music can remove us from the place we’re physically present; it’s magical what music can do.

I’ve been playing with the idea of making weekly playlists and posting them on the blog. I mean, in their own way, playlists are projects, no? I’m not much (okay, not at all!) of a music connoisseur, but I do like a good beat.

But if you’re looking for pop or anything that’s by the likes of Taylor Swift, know that that’s not a genre I generally listen to, so appearances by artists like Taylor Swift or Mariah Carey will be rare. Nothing against them, I just don’t gravitate towards their music.

Let’s get started! Here’s this week’s (and maybe the last ever, you tell me!) playlist:

El Condor Pasa (If I Could)—Simon & Garfunkel

Black Water—Reuben And The Dark

Demon Host—Timbre Timbre

He Was a Friend of Mine—The Byrds

Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye—Roberta Flack

Waiting (PAL Remix)—Alice Boman

Sound & Color—Alabama Shakes

I realize the list is a bit short, and I’m certainly happy to add to it and to give each list a theme. Just let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Word of the Day: Sleep

Having trouble falling asleep? Here’s a list of ways to get back in the sac in full, blacked out repose.

Turn off your laptop. Slide it under the bed.

Turn off your phone. Set it on the side table.

Roll from one side of the bed to the other (if you can).

Power the phone back on.

Check social media.

Watch YouTube. If screen is too small, watch on laptop.

Feel bad for not keep electronics powered down. Close electronics and put away.

Roll from one side of the bed to the other (if you can.)

Turn phone back on. Check out some DIY projects.

Blurgh! TURN IT OFF! HIDE IT! THROW IT ACROSS THE ROOM!

Lie your head back on the pillow. Take a deep breath in, exhale out. Repeat this step.

Turn from side to side.

Get up and get a drink of water.

Get cozy. Learn that you suddenly have to go to the bathroom like you have never had to before.

Go to the bathroom. Don’t forget to wash your hands.

Roll from one side of the bed to the other (if you can).

Look up at the ceiling. Wonder if you’ve made the right life decisions.

Roll from one side of the bed to the other (if you can).

Turn on a light and read a book, a magazine, anything. Doze. Doze into sleep.

Wake up well after 8:00 a.m. and realize your phone didn’t sound the alarm because you turned it off. Rush to get ready, rush to work. Repeat.

 

 

Word of the Day: Paris

I want to start off this post by saying that I did not vote for the current U.S. president.

I am someone who, by an alt-right member’s POV, is a bleeding heart liberal. I have no doubt an alt-righter would sprinkle in other choice words to describe me, but I’m not going to list them here.

As you’ve read in the news, Trump pulled out of the Paris Climate Agreement this week. Though I figured he would, reading the news was still a slap in the face. I guess when you choose to cherry pick years old research and spout outdated numbers, you assume your audience will take it at face value and not do any research of their own. Again, Trump and his administration have greatly underestimated the public.

With his constant need for applause and approval from his voter base, Trump has further alienated our allies and worse: he has betrayed the entire planet. Of course, his argument is he was “elected to represent Pittsburgh, not Paris.” By “making America great again,” by trying to resurrect an industry that will have a short-lived profit rate, (that’s an optimistic outlook, there is no saving the coal industry) Trump has chosen to remove the U.S. from the negotiating table.

We won’t be at the forefront of environmental conservation, unless we continue to do what’s right. All it takes is a few changes to help the environment. Turning off lights, recycling plastics and cardboard and composting kitchen scraps will help. They may seem like small acts, but they’ll have a big impact.

On the plus side, the Paris Climate Agreement isn’t easy to pull out of. Trump will be in office for three of his four-year term before the U.S. is able to leave the agreement. In essence, all Trump was looking for was an empty slap on the back from his base. For him, even a sham victory is enough.

Word of the Day: Pet Peeve

I realize pet peeve is two words, but there’s an exception to every rule, right?

Washing my hands and still managing to get drops of water on my rolled up sleeves.

The spinning rainbow wheel when an app is taking two seconds too long to load.

Sticking in the USB wrong side up.

A single loose hair you can feel on your arm but can’t find.

Squeaky shoes.

When one backpack strap is looser than the other.

When people send five or more consecutive texts instead of making it one single message.

Cars parked over parallel lines.

Cars that honk in stopped traffic.

Cars that tailgate you in deadlock traffic.

Peeling bumper stickers.

Political bumper stickers that are four or more years old.

People who whistle in packed elevators.

People who whistle in common areas.

Okay, people who whistle in general.

People who don’t unwrap their candy until the movie starts.

People who try to one up others.

People who skirt responsibility.

Missing the elevator.

Missing a package delivery.

Drying pants that can’t be dried.

Poorly planned writing prompts (like this one).

This list will grow. Maybe.

Being indecisive.

 

 

 

Word of the Day: Pigeon

My first introduction to the pigeons of San Francisco was just last year, when I caught a small, sticky faced child trying to run up and kick one. The pigeon flew away unscathed, but I was shocked at the ugliness displayed by that child. Didn’t he know better than to kick an innocent bird pecking at the ground for scattered breadcrumbs outside of Subway? The bird wasn’t doing anything to anyone. That kid on the other hand was driving everybody nuts, but that’s neither here nor there.

Thinking that the kid was probably a serial killer in the making (they always kill animals first) I chalked it up to a random act of violence. Turns out, a lot of people in the city despise pigeons, or what they would call: rats of the air. What did the pigeon ever do to them? Had they at one point accidentally been shat on? Didn’t they know that getting pooed on by a bird was a sign of good luck? I know, it’s no fun being crapped on by a bird, but as someone who has experienced it, you wipe it off and move on. And guess what? Later you’ll have a funny story to share that might get you out of an awkward situation; see? It is good luck!

The pigeon was originally bred as a source of meat, but upon realizing that the pigeon was an intelligent, loyal and social creature, they were bred to help people like us communicate with our friends and family faster. The coo of pigeon, if you think about it, is really like the original tweet.

They’re not appreciated as a city bird. Look up at some of the building around you. Have you ever noticed those long spikes on window ledges? Yeah, that’s to keep them from landing on the ledge after a long flight. We don’t have a flying rat problem, we have avian empathy problem. The birds didn’t ask to be bred. They’re doing what they can to survive, just like the rest of us.