Open Love Letter to NPR

I believe in you, National Public Radio; when you say an album is great (The Decemberists The King is Dead, the Unthanks' Here's the Tender Comin') I purchase. I read your booklists, I devour your news and musings on culture. I savor the 52 minutes of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me that makes Monday mornings in the cubicle worth living. I grew up to Terry Gross's voice on WHYY Philadelphia and my life's ambition is to have Carl Kassel's voice on my answering device. I love Ira Glass and the Moth and all your affiliate stations. Without you, NPR, I would be lost.

Love forever,

Magdelena

I do not have the skinny ankles that seem to provide zeitgeist. Nor do I have trendy glasses or arm tattoos. I hate these things while secretly adoring them.

I *secretly* adore that particular genre of popular fiction that evokes a certain youthful listlessness and always makes you feel on the inside like it's raining outside (recently, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, Olive Kitteridge & the Lonely Pilgrim.

Incapable of Consistent Blogging

I just can't. I'm a terrible blogger and because I'm not connected enough to technology to muse to my blog, I will never...I repeat never be cool. I pretended in college and tricked a lot of people but I'm not.

I'm in library school.

I drive a hybrid...a kick-ass sports car hybrid, but a hybrid nonetheless.

My blog will, instead of whatever I originally pontificated and planned on, be a series of mostly haiku-lengthed musings.

I read a LOT of books. Here's one to read. because it's good; The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake.

So Much...

There's no way to catch up on what has elapsed since last post...it's too much.

I've been thinking about faith and a deeper, meaningful belief in deity. I wonder what that would feel like to be so absolutely positive and steadfast in your beliefs. I've been thinking about the act of having faith and that, it, in and of itself is something extraordinary.

A person who held the keys to pieces of me was suddenly killed earlier this year and I am not sure that I will ever be the same. She had great faith in so many things; I think of her often and, if I could have impossible wishes in this life, I'd like to know that she was rewarded for her steadfastness and commitment.

I'm struggling with a lack of faith; it would fill out so many sketched outlines and provide the colors but it doesn't ring in me the way a sung note fills an empty space.

Desk Jobs:

On top of making asses in America fat, they also provide plenty of time for listening to podcasts. Here are some that make my work day bearable.

1) Savage Love Cast

Sex-columnist (and sexologist) Dan Savage answers phone calls about people's relationship questions. This podcast is awesome because Dan Savage is refreshingly unapologetic and he tells the truth. People ask every kind of question and Dan answers and is amazingly non-judgmental, but he wants people to he honest and to treat others like people. Kinsey would have been amazed in the sexual variation people would just amaze him.

One of my favorite podcasts explored the topics of fags and their hags and how the relationship is emotional and erotic but not sexual. The best part is that Savage can address 'intellectual/ivory tower/college-y' topics while being completely accessible. Also, dude has a killer blog.

If you're like, sensitive to honest frank talk about sex, don't listen to this podcast. Don't listen to this in the car with your grandma. Also, if you're easily offended or hate the word 'fag' then leave this one alone.

But if you're awesome, give it a listen. If there's something you want to know, chances are someone else has asked your question.

Coming Attractions:

More podcasts I love

Review of the Twilight Series (you'll never guess what I think about these books!)

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Recently, my brain was taken over by the below:

Are multiple occurrences of 'The Mouse' called Mickey Mouses, Mickeys Mouse, Mickey Mice...or what?

Julie's vote is Mickeys Mouse, like Sisters in Law.

Mine is Mickey Mouses.