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robertreich:

So the really big fight — perhaps the defining battle of 2012 — won’t be over Medicare. It won’t even be over Obama’s jobs program.

It will be over whether the rich should pay more taxes.

The President has vowed to veto any plan to tame the debt that doesn’t increase taxes on the rich. The…

fuckyeahtattoos:

Kotodama, from Naoto Hattori. 1º session ;D

fuckyeahtattoos:

Kotodama, from Naoto Hattori. 1º session ;D

fastcompany:

Infographic Of The Day: The Blessing And Curse Of Being A Millennial
Millennials are well-educated, tech savvy, and independent. They’re also cursed by a bad economy. But all this might have a silver lining…

fastcompany:

Infographic Of The Day: The Blessing And Curse Of Being A Millennial

Millennials are well-educated, tech savvy, and independent. They’re also cursed by a bad economy. But all this might have a silver lining…

jamesnord:

I met Dan at an auto repair store in a bedraggled section of Downtown Cleveland and he told me he had been turning wrenches and throwing sparks for almost 30 years now. The beautiful torch he was using was from World War II and when I asked why he didn’t get a new one he just shrugged, thew his masked down and said, “If it ain’t broke, dont fix it”.

Jonathan Coulton - Thing a Week Four
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jonathancoulton:

Thing a Week 51: Summer’s Over

Isn’t it though? Here’s the thing – this is song #51, and the next one is #52 and I’m freaking out. It was very hard to write this one. You can imagine how much pressure I’m feeling at this point to wrap the whole thing up with a couple of really kick-ass songs about monkeys and robots, really blow everybody’s mind. As a result, I can’t think of anything really interesting to say about monkeys or robots. So this one’s just about somebody leaving somebody else at the end of the summer (hint: no it’s not, it’s about the end of Thing a Week).

It was especially hard because I knew something you didn’t, which is that this is the last song I’ll write for Thing a Week. Next week is going to be a cover. Why yes, it is a cop out. But really, I can’t imagine writing something that’s as appropriate as this cover song will be – you’ll see. It just feels right to me.

Speaking of which, I need a little something from you folks to make it happen. If you have the capability to record decently (no built-in laptop microphones please), I would like you to record a single hand clap and email it to me. Your best hand clap please, mp3 is fine as long as it’s a pretty decent bitrate. By doing so you agree to let me use it for whatever I want from now until the end of time without getting any sort of credit for it, ever. But you’ll be on a CD.

PRESENT DAY JOCO SAYS: Of all the songs that I can’t remember writing, this one feels the most like it was implanted in my history by space aliens. No idea. I was playing it close to the vest in the blog, keeping it light, but there was definitely some heavy emotional stuff going on about the approaching end of Thing a Week.

I’ve always had trouble with transitions. I get obsessed with the borders between things - everything that came before this moment was X, everything after will be Y. I can’t help but try to unpack that moment, savor it, hate it. Birthdays, graduations, moving day, they’re all terrible. All that stuff functioned as a multiplier for the standard weekly performance anxiety, which had been growing larger all year anyway. It was overwhelming. So I tricked me, and I made this one the last one. I basically left without saying goodbye (though technically I do say goodbye quite a few times in this song).

I have a vague memory of still having large gaps in the lyrics during the recording process, so I’m betting that this song really didn’t get started until Thursday or Friday. There are a couple of clunker lines in there, and sitting here with all this distance, they seem incredibly easy to fix. Or maybe I just write differently now. Anyway, I forgive myself for the melodrama with all the flowers dying and the cold wind, because I absolutely love the kicker lines at the ends of the verses. And the middle section with the lonely accordion and the a cappella singing group vocals sounds positively cinematic to me. All in all, it feels pleasantly unfamiliar enough to convince me that during this period, I was really WRITING in a way I never had before.

That bit about goodbyes moving in circles hits me hard here in this hotel room in wherever-I-am. Five years ago I was finishing Thing a Week, feeling proud and hopeful about the possibilities, but coming up on a scary stretch of unknown territory - what now? Hodgman’s first book was out and I was about to accompany him on his big book tour. I was just starting to do my own shows in other cities. I was gearing up to release all the Thing a Week songs as albums. I was ready to admit that this was my job. It was the end of TAW but the beginning of everything else, very much a time of LAUNCHING things. None of which was at all obvious to me at the time.

And now here I am in this hotel room in wherever-I-am, on tour with They Might Be Giants. They’ve got a new album out, I’ve got a new album out, I’ve got this new band, all these new songs about grownup things. Hodgman has another new book coming out and is about to start touring. So here we are again, five years later, and I’m truly grateful and amazed, but still facing the same scary stretch of unknown territory. What now?

I like to play the game where I imagine going back to tell five-years-ago me what was about to happen to him. There’s no way he would believe it. And I think that’s what really gets me about these transitions, the idea that the end of this thing you know is really just the beginning of this thing you haven’t met yet. It seems like there should be a way to see that new thing, to figure it out ahead of time instead of blindly stumbling across it. Of course you can’t - that’s precisely the difference between the future and the past. And here we all are, eternally stuck in the present, where all you can do is close your eyes, put your head down, and go.

You can find more info on this song, a store where you can listen to everything, and also other stuff at jonathancoulton.com.

denverpost:

Fort Collins’ margaritaville: Three Houston hippies 25 years ago turned a lifestyle into a Colorado Tex-Mex tradition at The Rio
“With a loan from a church credit union back home, and several friends’ credit cards, the trio set out to introduce Fort Collins to fajitas, black beans and frozen margaritas.
“Without realizing it at the time, the trio had hit on a successful formula. The business began to grow.”

denverpost:

Fort Collins’ margaritaville: Three Houston hippies 25 years ago turned a lifestyle into a Colorado Tex-Mex tradition at The Rio

“With a loan from a church credit union back home, and several friends’ credit cards, the trio set out to introduce Fort Collins to fajitas, black beans and frozen margaritas.

“Without realizing it at the time, the trio had hit on a successful formula. The business began to grow.”

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npr:

Did you know the Morning Edition theme song has lyrics?!! Well, it does and here they are for your sing-a-long pleasure! — Tanya

The Morning Edition Theme

Oh I hate to get up in the morning

Please don’t wake me up this morning

Let me stay in bed … and … sleep (I don’t like to daydream)

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The world can turn without me today

And if you wake me up I can say

That we will not be friends… for… long

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Remember when… we used to sleep forever?

Dreams… floating as light as feathers

When… will those delightful dreams

Come back again?

Tell me when!!!

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For crying out loud, please would you shut up

No news, no features, I’ve had enough …

But, say, who wrote your great … theme … song???

Lyrics ©1979 BJ Leiderman Music

yelpingwithcormac:

Twin Falls, Idaho

Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM

Three Stars. *First Review.

He walked into the empty cafe and looked at the vinyl booths and the linoleum counters and picked up a menu to glance at it and then put it down again in one smooth motion. His leadgray eyes settled on…