My wife and I were up past midnight last night for some reason, and I managed to get my grading and lesson planning done today, but now it is time for Skyrim and I’ve got energy left for nothing else. See you tomorrow.
DMX hit the scene in 1998, my senior year in college, a time when my musical tastes were probably as far away from hiphop as they’ve been in my life. I can’t pretend I’ve ever really been a fan, although X Gon’ Give It To Ya is an immortal banger, and the guy’s voice was something else. But it’s been amazing to see since he died just how many people have been coming out of the woodwork to tell stories about him just being a great person, or stories about running into a generous stranger that end with “… and then it turned out that guy was DMX.” I’m at the age where more and more people close to my age (he was only about 7 years older than me, which doesn’t feel like much) are passing on, and I can only hope that when I go there are more positive stories told about me than otherwise. Rest in power, man.
Speaking of rap music, and forgive me, because given DMX’s placement on this it’s going to feel like shade, but this dataset investigating the vocabularies of various rappers is really interesting. Especially so when you scroll down and look at when they sort everybody by the era they’re most associated with.
I bought Taylor Swift’s reissue of Fearless, mostly because her last two albums were so (sincerely) fucking good. I’ve talked a lot of shit about her music over the years– and most of it I still stand by, frankly– and buying the reissue was almost more of a political decision than it was a musical one, because I so very much adore the idea of her responding to someone else refusing to sell her the rights to her own music back by shrugging and using her songwriter rights to rerecord every single bit of it. At some point a switch in my head has flipped with her, though, and where I used to have all of her music inadvertently memorized and didn’t like it, now I have all her music inadvertently memorized and fuck it I’m listening to it on purpose because I’m grown and if I wanna be inconsistent I’m going to.
I still think she and Lil Nas X should write a song together, just to see if the entire world wakes up the next day with it memorized.
I go back to work in-person tomorrow, for the first time in, basically, thirteen months. I’m surprisingly sanguine about it– I was expecting to be climbing the walls today, and I’m really just not right now– but I still haven’t resolved some basic issues about what the next few days are going to look like that I’ve been mulling over for the entire break. I still don’t quite know how I’m going to handle my at-home kids; believe it or not, me being at home is easier for doing in-person and at-home at the same time than being at school will be and I don’t know how well all of that is going to work. I know I need to do some grading today one way or another, and I think for at least tomorrow I’m going to more or less give the at-home kids the day off; I’ll do a review assignment of some sort (everything this week is going to be review, since ILEARN starts a week from tomorrow, which is the real reason they’ve brought all the teachers back) while I sit down with the in-person kids and get them sorted out.
I’m going to take a shower– it’s past noon and I’ve had lunch, so I feel like it’s maybe time for that to happen– and then get that grading finished (hopefully somebody did something to catch their grades up this week, but I’m not holding my breath) and then we’ll see how things go.
This isn’t exactly a secret: every now and again I post something here just so that I know where to find it later. That’s sort of what’s going on here. We’re putting a new roof on our house this spring and just today got an email about choosing shingle colors. We had 17 options to choose from assuming we didn’t change the level of shingle we were choosing, and my wife and I have been firing text messages back and forth all day and we’ve whittled those seventeen options down to five:
These were uploaded in no particular order; three of them were her choices and two were mine. I don’t like one of her three, and she wasn’t fond of one of my two but was willing to see it in person. Feel free to play games in comments and try to guess which is which if you like.
This is a weird decision to make, honestly; on one hand, I don’t care at all; my feelings about my house are not going to be changed by the color of the new roof, which is going to be an improvement over the old one no matter what, which isn’t falling apart or anything but can definitely see the end of its life from where it is now. If my wife has strong feelings about one of these she’s going to win, because I don’t. I didn’t like the shingles on our current roof and any of the five will be an improvement just from the style– the current roof is set up to look like none of the shingles overlap each other, almost like brickwork, and I’ve never really been a fan.
On the other hand, there’s nothing my obsessive-ass brain loves more than obsessing over minutiae, and the distinction between those five is minor enough to qualify, I think. I look forward to thinking deeply about what each of these colors Says About Me and which matches better with the color of our house and– ooh– I can’t be copying colors from the neighbors, either, so I need to go actually look at the roofs of their houses, because right now I don’t have the slightest idea what color anyone else’s roof is, but I can’t possibly have the same color.
So. What do you think? What should my roof look like? Feel free to pretend you have strong opinions and defend them vociferously if you like.
I had cheesy grits and vegan breakfast sausage for dinner just now and I’m fairly certain it’s not only the best decision I made all day, it’s probably the only good decision I made all day.
I am now going to play video games for an hour and then go to bed, because I’ve had more than enough of today.
I appear to have hit some sort of “sitting at your desk too damn long” wall today, because my everything hurts, and I don’t think I can blame the new chair, which indeed I am growing to like quite a lot, although I’ll never be able to recline in the motherfucker.
…and, yeah, I’ve been staring at an empty screen for ten minutes trying to get back whatever idea I had this morning, where I thought I had a quick and easy idea for a post (along the general theme of “I am dumb,” which is my favorite subgenre and I’m sure yours as well) and I cannot recall it to save my life.
Oh well. Y’all are going to have to find a way to forgive me.