I Can't Get Enough of Myself by Britt Haraway

Really interesting video/webcam for Santigold's "I Can't Get Enough of Myself."  It will put you in the video...See me on the newspaper below. It's what we've all been dying for seemingly in the age of celebrity royalty.  For years I resisted the Facebook world and the world of posting various pictures of myself on the internet.  Obviously that's ended.  I was hard to keep having friends and relatives have babies or get married or better jobs and have no idea what's going on.  I felt left out, but realized they were letting me know, but I wasn't playing by the rules.  Now I know what their kitchens look like and their voting patterns.  Score!  

So now I have a website and am promoting a book.  Is that the ultimate selfie?  Anyhow trying to embrace the process, but I will always have hesitation entering the world of self-promotion and thus will have this arch tone if I ever tell the world to look at the swell things I've done.


Brokedown lowdown by Britt Haraway

Car out these past few weeks.  It is a nice reminder about the privilege of having a car and being an american male.  To think I have had access to a car since I was sixteen.  School, employment, friends.  Feeling blessed.  My student last night talked about taking the bus to school and work and giving himself several hours on each side to get from place to place.  It made me think about my own college experience, no full time job.  Momma's checks rolling in.  Working part time for Europe money.  These kind of things set up the good grades and whatnot.  

Little things too...I remember reading.  Falling asleep in a library chair with nowhere to be.  I have places to be now, and I can feel the difference in my body.  That must be how some of my students live, even as they try to study and think, always needing to be in the middle of the next duty.  Work. School.  Some of them I fear do not have enough time to leisurely look at enough words in between sinking eyelids.  

 A lot of my stories have been about the first world problems of young men.  I admit they are of a certain size, but I did try to find something true in the middle.  Anyhow in real life, I took the wrong bus yesterday and had to walk four miles to school.  Cue the violins!  At least half the time I had some music and this song came up, as I took a short cut along a canal, trash and birds along the banks. 



When the Machine is Broken by Britt Haraway

My friend listening to a song in the car once said, "sometimes I feel this way."  I think a character or two in this collection of stories might say that about this song by the Magnetic Tapes.  Sometimes they are staring down at their body, sizing up their ability to make lasting and meaningful connections, their heart, but they wonder if they can do it.  With this particular equipment....Well of course the can.  But they are staring up at a ten foot basketball goal, and they know that some people will never be able to dunk.


I first heard this band during the Break Up episode of This American Life.  Break up advice from Phil Collins in the first full segment.