There’s something about this that moves my soul, even though the last place I would ever want to be is in that crowd. Something about that group of people coming together fills me with joy. It’s fascinating.
This is really pretty funny. Isn’t this referred to as the Barbra Streisand Effect? I would have never even paid attention to this story. I’m not following 60 Minutes. What is this, 1992? But now everyone is going to see it, and worse, it’s like a bootleg version.
I think my current top Christmas songs are:
1. Fairytale of New York
2. I Believe In Father Christmas
3. River
4. Father Christmas
I love most of the 40-50s classics as well, but those hold up for me.
I continue to find it a little mind-boggling that people just make up stories like this and put them into songs. I’m so literal and biographical, it doesn’t occur to me that I can just make shit up. I need to start with a true story and just make it more interesting. #Writing
There’s still time, but I don’t think I’m going to end up being remembered as being a great guy. Not a bad guy, but not a great guy. I’m just not that nice. I’m quite polite, very empathetic, and extremely kind, but you’d never know it because I’m a self-isolating misanthrope.
I better write some good shit before I croak.
The government of Israel is evil. You can no longer ignore this. They’re not magically good because of past trauma, and it has zero to do with being Jewish. They are a racist, fascist, radical government intent on expanding their power and influence at the expense of everyone else. I no longer understand the we live in. It’s unimaginable.
