This week my dad talked me into watching All The Presidents’ Men, which I had never seen; the next day he delivered a really lovely sermon/historical lesson on Lincoln’s melancholy and spirituality (if you like sermons, I recommend listening to it), so #peakdad levels were reached. (All The Presidents’ Men was really great! Did you know some people type with just their two forefingers? Robert Redford kept doing that, and it was mesmerizing).
Also this week:
Nicole bought a car
The Toast is having a party and you’re invited
Two dirtbags in one week: Arthur Miller and John Milton
This post inspired me to make a dentist’s appointment and I went and it was great and I’m glad I did it. WRITING CHANGES LIVES.
Luxury magazines found imprecise; strictly NOKD
Shafiqah Hudson returned with another beautiful personal essay about family and the point of all things
OFFICIAL TOAST STANCE: Unironically adoring North American singer-songwriters of the 1970s
Someday — and that day is not far off — I will caption every painting ever painted in Western Europe between the years 1100-1920. This week brought us one step closer.
Tags: meta, the week that was, toast points
Some people type with only their toes. The sermon at my first communion was about some poet who was paralyzed – except his toes – but persevered in his writing nonetheless. Less dadly than a sermon about Lincoln, but as it was given by a Catholic priest that makes sense. That’s all I remember of my first communion, or of second grade at all, come to think of it.
I am not a sermon person at all, but I do enjoy the rare instances when they involve history stuff! Might have to give this one a listen.
was it Jean-Dominique Bauby?
Didn’t he communicate by blinking?
I think it must have been Christy Brown!
Christy Brown. There’s a song about him by The Pogues.
That’s gotta be the right guy. Thank you!
Christy Brown is also the subject of a film, entitled “My Left Foot” http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097937/
I adored this movie when I caught it on TV, but I was probably about 14 so YMMV
The dental hygienist post finally convinced me to floss with vigour. Don’t get me wrong: I floss, but heretofore always in a desultory, dutiful manner. Now I get right in there, into the gums on both sides of the tooth, and *hammer* it. When my skull is uncovered by archaeologists in the year 6,531 AB, they will initially believe I am a piece of site contamination, as my lack of tooth decay will be in keeping with humans of an era when we all have those Dune implants that stop you ever needing to attend to oral hygiene.
As someone who’s brushed and flossed too hard all his life, I’d caution you to ease up, cuz my gums have had ENOUGH and sister, they do not grow back.
I didn’t get around to watching it till this evening, but that was quite a sermon! I don’t know whether Presbyterians do the handshake-after-the-service thing, but either way I send my best imaginary handshake to Dad Ortberg.
As someone who's brushed and flossed too hard all his life, I'd caution you to ease up, cuz my gums have had ENOUGH and sister, they do not grow back.
There are other ways to type? I mean, I also use the middle finger on my right hand, if that helps. I know you’re supposed to use all your fingers but no-one ever taught me when I was a kid and now it’s tooooooo laaaaaaate.
Never too late. Lots of typing tutor apps out there that will run you through the drills (there used to be books, back when there were typewriters; that’s how I learned). It’s just a couple of weeks of monotonous practise, and off you go.