We made this little tribute to one of our favorite people ever in the world of comedy, the one and only Bob Einstein.— Jerry Seinfeld (@JerrySeinfeld) January 5, 2019
(And yes, I did give him the car..) pic.twitter.com/0cVMIERSL1
This tribute video is great. I need to watch more Bob Einstein stuff.
I highlighted a significant portion of this article. It feels particularly relevant to our current political climate.
Convincing someone to change their mind is really the process of convincing them to change their tribe. If they abandon their beliefs, they run the risk of losing social ties. You can’t expect someone to change their mind if you take away their community too. You have to give them somewhere to go. Nobody wants their worldview torn apart if loneliness is the outcome.
The way to change people’s minds is to become friends with them, to integrate them into your tribe, to bring them into your circle. Now, they can change their beliefs without the risk of being abandoned socially.
One of the best story telling songs ever. I love how it rambles along.
If you live in New England, give Walden Local Meat Co. some serious consideration. First, the quality is fantastic and you get a nice variety of items. But, more importantly, it is a good thing to do. The commercial “concentrated animal feeding operations” (CAFOs) are abhorrent in so many ways.
Based on their year end recap, it sounds like it is working.
This is the only region of the country in which the average age of farmers is declining, the average size of farms is decreasing, and the total number of farms is increasing – all signs of a revitalization of sustainable local farming.
It is a little expensive. But just eat less meat? Quality over quantity. Seriously, it tastes much better.
I really enjoyed this show. It is only 6 episodes, which I appreciate, and it pulls you in right away. It is probably best described as a psychological thriller? But there is action, mystery, twists, and all sorts of stuff. No fluff – it is solid the whole way through and hard to guess where it is heading.
Plus, it has British people saying “ma’am” in a way that sounds like “mom” so it has that going for it too.
This guy is wild. It is a long profile but worth the time. Almost too many good parts to quote. You’re not going to believe it but… this guy is a character. I’m going with this one.
“The more you don’t believe in Polish people, the more determined we are. To prove themselves, Polish people will endure everything. If you aren’t willing to suffer, you can do nothing. You can sit and die. This is the only one thing you can do.”
Doba has a deep, almost performance-art-like sense of this. You can be made small by life or rage against it. “Nie chce byc malym szarym czlowiekiem,” he told me. “I do not want to be a little gray man.” This is a common expression in Poland — and a good motto for us all.
While it is nowhere even remotely near the suffering this guy has endured, this is how I often think during races. Running hurts. But when I’m running well, I lean into the pain and suffering.
I stumbled into 9th Wonder’s Zion series of albums recently. So good. I love these sort of chopped up soul, hip hop beats that blend together. This song, SirBlue!!!, has been my favorite so far.
I love Tracksmith. Sure – their stuff is expensive and skews preppy. But you know what? I like how they celebrate the amateur spirit of running. As a New Englander, I enjoy their aggressively New England vibes. And the items I’ve purchased from them have all been phenomenal in terms of quality, fit, and so on.
Plus, they introduced me to this poem.
The Song of the Ungirt Runners by Charles Hamilton Sorley
We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
We know not whom we trust
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must
Through the great wide air.
The waters of the seas
Are troubled as by storm.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
‘Neath the big bare sky.
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
But the storm the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike it
And scatter it like sand,
And we run because we like it
Through the broad bright land.
Here is the great temptation of all middle age – comfort and security – but the surest death to the artist if accepted wholly
— Dawn Powell
This excerpt from A Diamond to Cut New York struck me (sidebar: the Dec 3rd issue of The New Yorker that re-ran a lot of old pieces has been oddly fun).
This has happened to me a few times now. I’ll see something specific to the arts or advice for artists and find that it applies much more broadly if you reframe it. Exhibit A: Jerry Saltz’s How to be an artist..
Anyways, don’t get too comfortable.
I’m never organized enough to make myself a year end list of favorites but this song would be on there if I did.
I couldn’t let 2018 come to a close without a Gritty reference. I don’t know how but Gritty is like the one thing to have gotten popular on the internet without also immediately being destroyed by the internet. Truly special.