Happy birthday, Tom!
I got an in-person exposure to, um, the facile thinking of some young people this week -- on the chairlift. I sat next to two young snowboarders in their 20s, whom I am required to call "bros". They had a fascinating conversation about how gold is only valuable because people think it's pretty, and wouldn't it be cool to live in the 1800s and just go off and homestead somewhere.
I womanfully resisted recommending they read David Graeber's Debt, or noting that in the 1800s, that empty country likely belonged to someone, like a Native tribe.
It was fabulously vapid but endearing at the same time. I felt like an anthropologist, since after a single sentence when we sat down, they ignored me entirely. Even in a helmet and goggles, they could tell I was over 50, after all...
Happy birthday, Scola! I'm glad I got a chance to participate in Scolapalooza in even a small way. I hope today has been fabulous.
(Okay, I mostly rely on Plei for pictures of Chris Evans. But still.)
I AM RELIABLE LIKE THAT.
Thank you, new movie press! You are giving me great gifts.
In my time zone, it is still Scola Day. Happy birthday, Tom. We love you a whole, whole lot.
Sleep is for people who didn't accidentally take a double-dose of extended release stimulant. At least I'm not worrying about anything other than how hard it's going to be to stay awake tomorrow.
Oh dear, -t! I hope you got enough sleep to make it through the day.
I hope sleep happened, -t.
oblivious teens and twentysomethings making blanket statements about how the world works without ever actually having been out in it
My eldest has tattoos on his wrists. Live on one and Learn on the other. It cracks me up all the time since he has done neither. I have not expressed this to him; the self-control to not roll my eyes and laugh in his face is the knowledge that he will look at these in 20 years and know how utterly absurd it was that he thought he knew anything. When he does spout off in know-it-all fashion I generally respond with my stock answer that lets him know he is being ridiculous. Son, you don't know shit in this life until you figure out you don't know shit. I'm extremely patient and tolerant of youthful folly for the most part, but I get triggered when they talk about their parents "materialism" or conspiracy theory political stuff. Mostly I smile and nod from an elderly tolerance position.
I think I need more coffee before I deal with people today.
Awake. Why. Meeting. Nooooo.
