My son tasted his first Kraft Dinner (or the pathetic American equivalent) and became the Canadian he always was inside.
REMEMBER 3-2-1 CONTACT?
If you were watching daytime PBS any time in the middle chunk of the 1980s, you might remember 3-2-1 Contact. Technically, it was a math-and-science show. But, practically, it was a documentary-adventure show. Viewers vicariously jumped out of airplanes, loop-de-looped on roller coasters, and went SCUBA diving and surfing. They learned about the physics of the perfect baseball pitch from the New York Mets and discovered techniques for best communicating with monkeys and computers.
no no no no no no:
I have an interview in a week at a well-established clothing company for a job doing phone and email customer support. If there’s a chance to sell something along the way, the support agents are expected to do a good job with that too.
They asked the candidates to bring an object and have a presentation about the object. It can be presented as we wish.
Straight away, I knew I had to bring my guitar and I have a whole thing prepared already. But then suddenly I got the idea that I could write a song about my guitar and present it that way? Do you think they will appreciate that? I don’t know if it’s too risky. I know they will remember me for it, but will they think it’s not serious? It just seems kind of boring to bring a guitar without playing anything on it.
BIG NEWS, HUGE NEWS, WELCOME NEWS:
The Eurovision Song Contest, the pan-European musical competition known to produce kitschy acts, will air live in the U.S. for the first time ever on Viacom’s Logo, the European Broadcasting Union said Monday.
Logo, which is available in nearly 50 million homes, will show the 61st annual competition’s grand final on Saturday May 14 starting at 3 p.m. ET. It will also stream it in the U.S. on LogoTV.com and the LogoTV mobile app.
Nonviolence meant nothing to us back then. To us, the word “Quaker” was simply a catch-all explanation for anything weird about our school: it was a Quaker school, so we called our teachers by their first names. It was a Quaker school, so we weren’t allowed to play war, not even the card game War. It was a Quaker school, so we began each day with ten minutes of Silence, which we liked to enliven by coughing, first surreptitiously, then with increasing volume and frequency until the whole Meetinghouse roared with it and the principal, Brian, was forced to break the silence with a prim “Stop coughing, please.” It was a Quaker school, so we had recess not in a playground but in something called the Peace Garden, on whose wall was a peeling anti-Vietnam mural (dove, tentacular sunflower, war is not healthy for children and other living things in gentle lowercase) painted by the children of our parents’ generation.
(grudgingly buys some shit she doesn’t need from Old Navy):
In cases like this, the net effect of the Twitter hate is pretty positive, too, though. First of all, it provokes a counter-backlash from the brand’s supporters. (In this case, ordinary people started posting photos of their own interracial families with the hashtag #lovewins.) This brings more and more attention to the image.
I managed not to post “Gap Yah” on Twitter when Malia announced she was taking a gap year, bc Gap Yah is very class-and-UK-specific and does not apply to Malia at all, so here’s Gap Yah 3 for basically no reason:
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check out the sack on this neighbor, good grief:
My husband and I were able to both take early retirement and build our dream home on several heavily wooded acres with a pool in the back. It has been a godsend and given a certain spice to our marriage. Some wine, music, and skinny-dipping in our pool is one of our favorite activities—or it was. Recently, our neighbor knocked on our door to scold us for being naked around her children! Apparently, her boys decided to trespass on our property to build a tree house and spied on us! There is no way to see anything in our backyard unless you cross the woods on our property. I was struck speechless, and when I told my husband later, he was livid. He went out, bought no trespassing signs, put them on our trees, and then destroyed the tree house. He talks about calling the police if he sees any of our neighbors on our property. I don’t know what to do. This has put a pall over what has been a joyous time for us. I don’t want a feud, but I can’t see a way out of this.
