After the mildly disappointing BGSU Libraries Record Sale on Saturday, Mark came over to our house and we headed out to Cleveland to see Tegan and Sara live at the The Grog Shop.
Vicarious
I kind of understand why people get all into their soap operas and dramas and such: experiencing such strong emotions without having to deal with their actual, real-life consequences can be cleansing.
It’s different when it’s not fiction.
Take Rori, for instance, whose blog I’ve been following for a couple months now. Her mother died almost three years ago, and reading her “Mom” category is absolutely heartwrenching on so many levels. Apart from the poignancy of the tale itself, it also helps me remember those I’ve lost (my Granny, my first stepdad, my Memaw); and it helps me remember that not only have I not had anything so horribly grievous happen in my life, but that I should count my blessings and let my loved ones know that they’re loved.
‘Tis the season, after all.
Aaron’s New Toy
…is tres cool. It arrived last night (with my Christmas present, which I’m trying to forget about like he tried to forget about knowing about his party. That reminds me: I still need to post pics from the surprise party).
NYC meets BGSU Factline
In last month’s Wired Magazine, I found an interesting article about a service in NYC called 311. It works like the BGSU Factline, from what I can tell, but with an added bonus: the government learns what people are asking about, and makes decisions based on the public’s concerns, if necessary. It’s like Factline for “the real world.”
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Horrible joke of the day
Courtesy of the Sky intranet:
Q: What makes an octopus laugh?
A: Ten tickles.
*joke grenade*