1. I went to IKEA on Wednesday just to feel something but I think it worked to get me out of my funk: I re-organized the drawers in my sewing table and now I’m plotting how to update the boxes that are holding all the thread and interfacing. I’m also eyeballing a flat file to get bookbinding stuff out from under the loveseat? That’ll fix me.
2. A longer read about a writer getting detained and then applying for the Global Entry program, and how the urge to conform comes for us all:
One might imagine such negative experiences with authority would engender nothing but antagonism toward it, that the lesson learned would be to say, Fuck what other people think, I’m going to be myself! / rainbow flag emoji. I don’t want to discount my multitudes. I do sometimes feel this way, and my political views trend in that direction. But whenever I find myself in situations like “getting Global Entry,” my deep programming kicks in and I find myself firmly on the side of the machine, such to the extent that I will root against an elderly woman with a walking cane for the crime of “asking questions.”
3. I laughed for about three minutes at this. As a comment says, “I too want to be woken out of a coma by every key on the piano played at once over and over again by a small horse.”
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