Early in the day, when you’re bleary eyed, stumbling about in the fog of sleepiness, you’re probably at your creative peak. In contrast, if you’re a morning person, then for you, the evening is the best time for musing.
How come? Insight-based problem-solving requires a broad, unfocused approach. You’re more likely to achieve that Aha! revelatory moment when your inhibitory brain processes are at their weakest and your thoughts are meandering.
Well this is interesting. It’s fascinating that Washington’s favourite band right now is The Head and the Heart (from Seattle) and Rhode Island’s favourite band is Nirvana (from Olympia/Seattle).
Also amusing: Vermont and New Hampshire loving up some Grateful Dead and Phish. Sounds like a grand place to live.
There’s some further insights on the original blog post on Music Machinery, for example Tennessee tends to listen to “southern rappers, country, and folk artists” while New England tends to listen to “jam bands, indie and classic rock”.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
How many people walk these streets window-shopping for the perfect mate? There’s no need for matchmakers. We already seek only what’s safe. Here, sir, for your daughter is a good son, a nice one duplicating religion and race, class and age. Carbon copies. Can we find a way to meet when I’m so Montague and you’re so Capulet? I just want to talk, but my lips won’t move. It’s not right, it won’t work, you won’t like that I’m too this or too that, not enough.. I’m just too uptight. My heart has rarely ever taking any daring risks. Lets stop censoring happiness.. censoring Happiness. And all you with the blue shirts and the red ties are welcome to get your hands out of our pants. We’ll love who we want to how we need to, while your laws wallow in irrelevance. What makes two people caring for each other so scandalous? If something is ruining this world, it certainly isn’t love.
SO STOKED FOR THIS SHOW SATURDAY!
YES YES YES!!!
Propagandhi - Apparently, I’m A P.C. Fascist
Going to see Propagandhi tonight! It’s been awhile since I’ve been reminded of my political laziness. Time to go get my ass kicked.