A good Wednesday to you, internet. Hope this day finds you well.
Work was a whirlwind again. I’ve had a pea under my mattress ever since coming back, and have been finding myself uncharacteristically blunt and matter-of-fact in my communication. Surprisingly, this has resulted in oiling some rusty gears back into motion on things I’d been struggling with for months. In fact, I feel like the snowball I’ve been pushing idly around on flat ground finally tipped and is headed downhill without me. Now to hope I aimed it right.
Right now Keaton is yelling from the confines of her (locked) room. This has become an unfortunate bedtime happening. For about a week or so now, the process of falling asleep has turned into a prolonged one-sided battle on her part. In protest, she’ll scream “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” or “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! (whomever didn’t put her down), knock on the door, turn on her light, cry, scream – whatever. Last night this went on for over an hour. So far, our strategy has been to just let her have it out… to not intervene… which eventually works. But man, it sure would be easier if she’d just rest her pretty head and give in to the nighttime.
Changing subjects before I split.
Today saw the official release of Animal Collective’s new record, Merriweather Post Pavilion. As expected, the music-review community has all befouled their Jockeys. Rather than write about the phenomenon here, I’ll just link to Stereogum’s article on the whole deal, which is sensationally entitled, “Is Merriweather Post Pavilion the Best Album of 2009?” Good for some introduction to the hype around the album… and the comments offer a chuckle here and there too. Unfortunately, you won’t find MPP (as the internet calls it) at your local wax-shop until the 20th when the actual CD drops (vinyl and digital only for today). In the meantime, I’m sure you can find it if you look hard enough…
I’m taking off my friends. Goodnight.
Also written on this day...
- getting over getting done - 2021
- the abhorrent spinning of everything - 2011
- sun dried tomatoes - 2010
- thar she blows - 2008
- under the knife - 2005
- i remember - 2004
I feel your pain. I can’t even remember how many nights we had to open Summer’s door slowly because she was asleep behind it. You know, you have to push them as you push the door open. Some little girls have strong wills! I’m sure it will pay off for them in the long run, but man trying to mold them is a lot of work!
I guess we should be glad they have these strong wills, eh? But boy… you’d think willing things that hard would wear a kid out 🙂