Laetitia Sadier - Something Shines

                Laetitia Sadier’s solo material is essentially the same thing as a Stereolab album. With Stereolab now finished it is hard to get that updated 60s French pop vibe from anywhere else. Her solo work has continued the effort meeting a small niche in the music world. Besides her voice which continues to be rather affecting she has appeared in increasingly unusual places (ending up on a Tyler the Creator track, etc.). Hopefully at some point she begins to grow her audience. Unfortunately due to the relatively specific kind of sound she uses this probably will not happen, excluding some kind of sudden 90s revival in her stock and trade sound (which appears to be fairly unlikely right now).

                Judging from her track off of the upcoming “Something Shines” she works away tirelessly to get the sound just perfect. Everything is positively crystal clear. There is that guitar, the strings, the nice efficient rhythm. It is weird hearing a song with Laetitia Sadier on it without keyboards but that is a minor complaint. Otherwise everything else works together putting it into that confectionery treat vibe that she virtually patented in Stereolab.

                The sound appears to be lusher than her previous, relatively consistent last solo album. On that album the songs were serviceable but nothing particularly memorable. Hopefully on “Something Shines” there will be those beautiful small moments that make her work in general so pleasing and so worth going back to. Here’s hoping. She has been doing this for a long time it would be nice for her to get some serious success and admiration.

Review of Emily-Elizabeth Scott’s Scab

                Emily-Elizabeth Scott is known as a critical, some say irreplaceable, member of Boost House. This is true. What few people realize is Emily-Elizabeth Scott is a badass of epic proportions. Beach Sloth is well aware of Emily-Elizabeth Scott’s awesome demeanor and positive conduct. Merely a fortnight ago Beach Sloth and Emily-Elizabeth Scott met in a darkened lovely corner of Brooklyn. Staring longingly into each other’s eyes they approached each other with great hesitation.

                “Are you the one known as Beach Sloth?” Emily-Elizabeth Scott asked whilst holding a dog. 

                “Yes.” Beach Sloth responded.

                “Chill” she replied and gave Beach Sloth her whole dog. Many might interpret this as sexual innuendo that the phrase “whole dog” refers to something less wholesome. This could not be further from the truth. Indeed it was a dog and indeed Beach Sloth held Emily-Elizabeth Scott’s whole dog with gusto.

                Months later Beach Sloth longs for the sweet embrace of Emily-Elizabeth Scott’s whole dog. Sadly they are separated by hundreds, perhaps thousands, of miles. Recently though Emily-Elizabeth Scott had to deal with something far more painful than being unable to let Beach Sloth hold her dog for a minute. Emily-Elizabeth Scott picked a scab on her foot which oozed blood reminding her of the important phrase “YOLO”. 

                The way Emily-Elizabeth Scott got cut was tragic. One night Emily-Elizabeth Scott was watching a DVD on her laptop of Air Bud because Air Bud is a great movie. While watching it some anthropomorphic DVD case tried to attack her. It was a DVD case for “Forest Gump” that had been thrown in a puddle of radioactive waste. Stewing in the radioactive waste for years the DVD case began to watch and re-watch “Forest Gump” which naturally led it to violence. 

                For a while the anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump thought it could make a go of it, being a mutant, maybe moving into a comfortable cul-de-sac in New England. Unfortunately nobody wanted to hire an anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump, at least not full time anyway. Without a full time job the anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump went mad. 

                Years passed and the anthropomorphic DVD case grew tired of holding down multiple jobs just to pay the down payment on a two bedroom house in a relatively rural community. The anthropomorphic DVD case turned to crime robbing countless individuals for pocket change and DVDs better than Forest Gump, which basically meant any DVD. 

                Emily-Elizabeth Scott put an end to the rampaging anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump. In the process she hurt her foot. By ripping off the scab she ripped off the last traces of that foul anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump, who recently moved to California to work for Myspace. Hopefully the anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump can find peace in the inactive social media landscape that is present-day Myspace.

Review of Emily-Elizabeth Scott’s Scab

                Emily-Elizabeth Scott is known as a critical, some say irreplaceable, member of Boost House. This is true. What few people realize is Emily-Elizabeth Scott is a badass of epic proportions. Beach Sloth is well aware of Emily-Elizabeth Scott’s awesome demeanor and positive conduct. Merely a fortnight ago Beach Sloth and Emily-Elizabeth Scott met in a darkened lovely corner of Brooklyn. Staring longingly into each other’s eyes they approached each other with great hesitation.
                “Are you the one known as Beach Sloth?” Emily-Elizabeth Scott asked whilst holding a dog. 
                “Yes.” Beach Sloth responded.
                “Chill” she replied and gave Beach Sloth her whole dog. Many might interpret this as sexual innuendo that the phrase “whole dog” refers to something less wholesome. This could not be further from the truth. Indeed it was a dog and indeed Beach Sloth held Emily-Elizabeth Scott’s whole dog with gusto.
                Months later Beach Sloth longs for the sweet embrace of Emily-Elizabeth Scott’s whole dog. Sadly they are separated by hundreds, perhaps thousands, of miles. Recently though Emily-Elizabeth Scott had to deal with something far more painful than being unable to let Beach Sloth hold her dog for a minute. Emily-Elizabeth Scott picked a scab on her foot which oozed blood reminding her of the important phrase “YOLO”. 
                The way Emily-Elizabeth Scott got cut was tragic. One night Emily-Elizabeth Scott was watching a DVD on her laptop of Air Bud because Air Bud is a great movie. While watching it some anthropomorphic DVD case tried to attack her. It was a DVD case for “Forest Gump” that had been thrown in a puddle of radioactive waste. Stewing in the radioactive waste for years the DVD case began to watch and re-watch “Forest Gump” which naturally led it to violence. 
                For a while the anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump thought it could make a go of it, being a mutant, maybe moving into a comfortable cul-de-sac in New England. Unfortunately nobody wanted to hire an anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump, at least not full time anyway. Without a full time job the anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump went mad. 
                Years passed and the anthropomorphic DVD case grew tired of holding down multiple jobs just to pay the down payment on a two bedroom house in a relatively rural community. The anthropomorphic DVD case turned to crime robbing countless individuals for pocket change and DVDs better than Forest Gump, which basically meant any DVD. 
                Emily-Elizabeth Scott put an end to the rampaging anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump. In the process she hurt her foot. By ripping off the scab she ripped off the last traces of that foul anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump, who recently moved to California to work for Myspace. Hopefully the anthropomorphic DVD case of Forest Gump can find peace in the inactive social media landscape that is present-day Myspace.
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Let’s get one thing straight and out of the way: sloths are seriously adorable animals. Like look at that little friend. Look at his little face. (Or hers. Or theirs. Sorry for gendering you, sloth.)

The beach is another cool thing. You can swim, you can sit in the sun, you can make a sand…

The reviewer has become the reviewed. I am happy about this development. Very happy.

Spoon – They Want My Soul


                Spoon is the critical darling of the nebulous genre indie rock. Not afraid of pop structures they have embraced them. At their most adventurous they remain remarkably accessible. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, Spoon’s album dedicated to infants, did particularly well in the charts. Following up with the more minimal Transference they have been doing their own thing for quite some time and generally being pretty successful. With They Want My Soul they reveal what has made them successful: a deal with the devil who has co-signed all of their hooks. 

                They Want My Soul reveal a prominent use of keyboards. Yes they have had these in the background before but the electronics appear to be particularly strong on this outing. Hearing an ambient introduction to a Spoon song feels a bit strange considering how rock focused Spoon usually is. A few of the songs sound a bit out of character for Spoon like “New York Kiss”. On that song the opener feels akin to Hot Chip not Spoon. Still they manage to put their own style onto the thing. Nor do the electronic flourishes end there but transform into the song’s backbone. 

                Pop still rules Spoon’s world. Unlike The Strokes and Interpol, those other early 2000s bands (yeah sure, Spoon began in the late 90s but the 2000s showed them hit their stride so it counts as 2000s) Spoon has managed to keep the quality consistent. Spoon is one of those bands that are in it for the long haul. Beginning with a debut that was good but not great they have paced themselves appropriately. Whereas a lot of their peers disappeared or fell out of critical acclaim, Spoon has been able to effectively offer up roughly the same thing. 

                Can They Want My Soul offer anything new under Spoon’s sonic sun? Probably not but that’s okay too.

Spoon – They Want My Soul

                Spoon is the critical darling of the nebulous genre indie rock. Not afraid of pop structures they have embraced them. At their most adventurous they remain remarkably accessible. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, Spoon’s album dedicated to infants, did particularly well in the charts. Following up with the more minimal Transference they have been doing their own thing for quite some time and generally being pretty successful. With They Want My Soul they reveal what has made them successful: a deal with the devil who has co-signed all of their hooks. 

                They Want My Soul reveal a prominent use of keyboards. Yes they have had these in the background before but the electronics appear to be particularly strong on this outing. Hearing an ambient introduction to a Spoon song feels a bit strange considering how rock focused Spoon usually is. A few of the songs sound a bit out of character for Spoon like “New York Kiss”. On that song the opener feels akin to Hot Chip not Spoon. Still they manage to put their own style onto the thing. Nor do the electronic flourishes end there but transform into the song’s backbone. 

                Pop still rules Spoon’s world. Unlike The Strokes and Interpol, those other early 2000s bands (yeah sure, Spoon began in the late 90s but the 2000s showed them hit their stride so it counts as 2000s) Spoon has managed to keep the quality consistent. Spoon is one of those bands that are in it for the long haul. Beginning with a debut that was good but not great they have paced themselves appropriately. Whereas a lot of their peers disappeared or fell out of critical acclaim, Spoon has been able to effectively offer up roughly the same thing. 

                Can They Want My Soul offer anything new under Spoon’s sonic sun? Probably not but that’s okay too.

Deanna Havas for - For Gene McHugh’s - When all of my friends are on at once memories of being online

                The early days of the Internet were different. The hedges hadn’t gone up. Everything continued to be free without shame. Life was a utopian MEME in the early days of the Internet. Sure there were things that cost money but those were far and few between. Freedom rang through Windows liberty bells sounding the calls of the wild slow Internet speeds. 

                Everything is faster online thanks to the demand. The economics of scale deem it necessary to begin to charge for things. People spend entire lifetimes online oftentimes spending more time online than offline. Such experience is not unusual rather it is gradually becoming the norm. Long ago the Internet was a much freer place. No one central location existed. Click-bait hadn’t come about and everything was way weirder than it needed to be. 

                Graphics were strange awkward things. People learned about graphics together from teachers who barely understood what they were teaching. The experience was odd. Each picture represented something overly cute and under-useful. Bright colors reflected the early naïve sensibilities that began the Internet. From the beginning the Internet was created to safeguard the world or something, bringing individuals together to communicate in case the world ended. Somewhere along the line that military-industrial complex function translated into cat MEMEs. Nobody can precisely point out when that happened. It simply happened. 

                People played with the imagery. Some aspects of the images (those deemed ‘classy’) were given a cost. Early on that was a warning sign. A select few might have absurdly paid the fee. Most others were content to wander about the Internet free to take whatever they could get while the getting was good. Of course the time cost money. The Internet speeds were woeful initially with kids staying up all night waiting for online images to print for school.

                With such a slow start it is incredible to believe how much everything has progressed. Nostalgia for the early Internet runs deep. Many of the early incarnations of the Internet have either disappeared completely or gotten sleek. A few rare artifacts remain. Geocities is gone, completely gone. Myspace is gone basically. Some other sites remain lingering around reminding individuals of the halcyon days of the early web of that initial big burst of optimism, the unknown before it became known. The maps of the Internet now easily guide everyone to everywhere neatly packaging experiences, bundling them and shepherding people towards unified common experiences. This is the era of mass customization within the same templates.  

Ken Burns by Adam Humphreys 


                Adam Humphreys rides on the side-road. He lacks the financial means to drive through mountains. Wealth allows people to simply blow up whatever they dislike whether it is a mountain, wildlife, rivers, lakes, etc. Hockey is full of that wealth-imbued violence. Hockey is the only way Canadians can get their violence fix for they really don’t have that much going on. Adam Humphreys should know: he’s Canadian and proud of it, maybe. Hard to tell with Canadians: their politeness hides a lot. 

                Thankfully Adam Humphreys lets the reader into his mind. He sees advertisements as challenges, charred bagels as reasons to not return to coffee shops, and hopes for the reversal of gentrification. Is it even possible though to reverse the flow of wealth? As shown before, the wealthy are willing to blow up mountains. Will Oldham only wants to fuck a mountain. The wealthy want to fuck up a mountain. In an urban environment the wealthy have to displace people not stones. With the gentler approach the wealthy are able to keep all the pre-war features and original hardwood floors. 

                Out of seemingly somewhere (specifically the greater New York Tri-State area) an Alaskan bothers young Adam Humphreys. Nobody should bother Adam Humphreys when he is on a mission. Doing so results in the severest kind of pain, the pain of disdain. Panel discussions are the things bored intellectuals are made of: they practice their hand gestures since they want to convey empathy without saying a word, not that any word they’d use would be used appropriately. 

                Social videos are the things YouTube is made of since YouTube is only made of that. Some people upload stuff onto Vimeo and that stuff tend to be more hipster-focused. Adam Humphreys lives the Vimeo life. YouTube is the lottery of social media, everyone wants it to be them and few succeed. Vimeo is akin to the art gallery of online video clips, stylish, sleek and mostly impenetrable. Crime is much easier to break into than social media relevance hence why so many killers do it: unable to create a successful twitter handle they hire contract killers to kill those inconvenient to them. 

                Paris is made for lovers, not killers. Adam Humphreys explores the International tourist hotspot and is annoyed by the visitors. He appears happy thinking about how the French piss into the Seine River. Canadians do that too but they can only do it during the warmer months when their country is not a complete frozen block of ice. It is hard to network in a country bothered so tremendously by the extreme cold. Fortunately Adam Humphreys is the king of networking as networking fills his warm with a warm hue and causes a smile to break out across his face.

Ken Burns by Adam Humphreys

                Adam Humphreys rides on the side-road. He lacks the financial means to drive through mountains. Wealth allows people to simply blow up whatever they dislike whether it is a mountain, wildlife, rivers, lakes, etc. Hockey is full of that wealth-imbued violence. Hockey is the only way Canadians can get their violence fix for they really don’t have that much going on. Adam Humphreys should know: he’s Canadian and proud of it, maybe. Hard to tell with Canadians: their politeness hides a lot. 

                Thankfully Adam Humphreys lets the reader into his mind. He sees advertisements as challenges, charred bagels as reasons to not return to coffee shops, and hopes for the reversal of gentrification. Is it even possible though to reverse the flow of wealth? As shown before, the wealthy are willing to blow up mountains. Will Oldham only wants to fuck a mountain. The wealthy want to fuck up a mountain. In an urban environment the wealthy have to displace people not stones. With the gentler approach the wealthy are able to keep all the pre-war features and original hardwood floors. 

                Out of seemingly somewhere (specifically the greater New York Tri-State area) an Alaskan bothers young Adam Humphreys. Nobody should bother Adam Humphreys when he is on a mission. Doing so results in the severest kind of pain, the pain of disdain. Panel discussions are the things bored intellectuals are made of: they practice their hand gestures since they want to convey empathy without saying a word, not that any word they’d use would be used appropriately. 

                Social videos are the things YouTube is made of since YouTube is only made of that. Some people upload stuff onto Vimeo and that stuff tend to be more hipster-focused. Adam Humphreys lives the Vimeo life. YouTube is the lottery of social media, everyone wants it to be them and few succeed. Vimeo is akin to the art gallery of online video clips, stylish, sleek and mostly impenetrable. Crime is much easier to break into than social media relevance hence why so many killers do it: unable to create a successful twitter handle they hire contract killers to kill those inconvenient to them. 

                Paris is made for lovers, not killers. Adam Humphreys explores the International tourist hotspot and is annoyed by the visitors. He appears happy thinking about how the French piss into the Seine River. Canadians do that too but they can only do it during the warmer months when their country is not a complete frozen block of ice. It is hard to network in a country bothered so tremendously by the extreme cold. Fortunately Adam Humphreys is the king of networking as networking fills his warm with a warm hue and causes a smile to break out across his face.

Three Stories by Scott McClanahan


                Scott McClanahan becomes what he adores the most. The beauty of Scott McClanahan goes beyond the skin into the heart. When Scott McClanahan says he’ll do something he’ll do it. It is a habit he picked up in childhood. For plays maybe it was not the best strategy for Scott McClanahan but he ought to be proud. Hiring managers at major-ass companies look for follow through. Any employee can say they will follow up on something but how many can really say they dressed up like a baby doll when they were a child? Probably very few people can say it, it is a skill, something more to put on the resume, and Scott McClanahan has baby doll on his resume because he knows how important it is. 

                Guilt consumed young Scott McClanahan when he was a child. Honestly Scott McClanahan probably tastes equally as good as an adult. Parents try to alleviate the guilt of their children; at least that’s what Scott McClanahan’s mother did. By trying to comfort him she wanted to help him through a dramatic event in his young budding life. From the moment Scott McClanahan realized he did the wrong thing he tried to make it right. Sometimes the problem is impossible to solve. Acceptance of the problem and the realization it can never be undone is an important part of growing up. When a person embraces this undeniable fact they grow larger. Hence Scott McClanahan is a current-day giant among mere mortals. 

                Possums long to become stars. They live lives of eating trash and grow fat off of what people do not want. Scott McClanahan had many run-ins with possums during his colorful childhood. Back then Scott McClanahan was a driveway sweeper because kids had to be kept busy otherwise they got into trouble like possums. Not all possums are created equal. Many put up quite a fight against a world filled with trash cans and brand-new trucks. Scott McClanahan’s dad had few thoughts about the possums of the world besides cursing them out to their faces. Unlike many individuals who would not curse at an animal to their face, Scott McClanahan’s dad had no problem telling off whatever creature was pissing him off. Fortunately the creature got to make it on the big screen, the sky, where the possum was able to become a star. Not every possum is fortunate enough to truly make it. For those fortunate few life is good.

Three Stories by Scott McClanahan

                Scott McClanahan becomes what he adores the most. The beauty of Scott McClanahan goes beyond the skin into the heart. When Scott McClanahan says he’ll do something he’ll do it. It is a habit he picked up in childhood. For plays maybe it was not the best strategy for Scott McClanahan but he ought to be proud. Hiring managers at major-ass companies look for follow through. Any employee can say they will follow up on something but how many can really say they dressed up like a baby doll when they were a child? Probably very few people can say it, it is a skill, something more to put on the resume, and Scott McClanahan has baby doll on his resume because he knows how important it is. 

                Guilt consumed young Scott McClanahan when he was a child. Honestly Scott McClanahan probably tastes equally as good as an adult. Parents try to alleviate the guilt of their children; at least that’s what Scott McClanahan’s mother did. By trying to comfort him she wanted to help him through a dramatic event in his young budding life. From the moment Scott McClanahan realized he did the wrong thing he tried to make it right. Sometimes the problem is impossible to solve. Acceptance of the problem and the realization it can never be undone is an important part of growing up. When a person embraces this undeniable fact they grow larger. Hence Scott McClanahan is a current-day giant among mere mortals. 

                Possums long to become stars. They live lives of eating trash and grow fat off of what people do not want. Scott McClanahan had many run-ins with possums during his colorful childhood. Back then Scott McClanahan was a driveway sweeper because kids had to be kept busy otherwise they got into trouble like possums. Not all possums are created equal. Many put up quite a fight against a world filled with trash cans and brand-new trucks. Scott McClanahan’s dad had few thoughts about the possums of the world besides cursing them out to their faces. Unlike many individuals who would not curse at an animal to their face, Scott McClanahan’s dad had no problem telling off whatever creature was pissing him off. Fortunately the creature got to make it on the big screen, the sky, where the possum was able to become a star. Not every possum is fortunate enough to truly make it. For those fortunate few life is good.


 The Unlovable Virus by Megan Boyle
                The Unlovable Virus infects the world. During flu season people get immunizations from losing their loves. Yes people lose out every day of the year if they have the unlovable virus. But what is the unlovable virus and what can be done to protect against it?

                Such a good question requires an equally good answer. No such answer exists. People get unlovable all of the time. Relationships hurt due to a perceived increase in negative communications. The ratios between the good and bad are hard to maintain. Eventually something has to give. Negative might get outweighed for a while a long while. Unlike the positive the negative has a way of sticking around of collecting into large pools of general unhappiness. When the negative grows too large that is when the puddle becomes a body of water. 

                Individuals like arguing with each other over the perceived negative elements they experience. These might mean they are not compatible. Cuteness is an important factor in being a good couple. If two people like each other very much they begin to have their faces match up. Outside observers find this a creepy development. Inside observers do not notice it as they begin to resemble one another until they become a perfect union. 

                Negativity ruins this chance. Instead of the people looking the same with their faces all morphing into each other they look increasingly more different. Tastes become different. Interests fall away from each other as if they are trees molting leaves. Gradually they see the best parts of them falling away because they want to be the same. Yet they can’t be. Hurt makes it impossible for them to ever be similar, makes it impossible to be the trees in the same forest. 

                Realization of the end of a relationship hurts the most. It is the fall from love that can break people apart into tiny pieces. They are gone without each other. Friends are divvied up amongst the couple with the winner takes all winning it all. When the unlovable virus begins to infect it takes all of this away. Hence people begin crying and they begin crying alone. They want to be alone even though alone is the last thing they should be. 

                Worldwide epidemics happen with the unlovable virus. The unlovable virus is responsible for increased Netflix subscriptions, greater amounts of self-awareness, and an uncanny ability to cry at almost anything.

 The Unlovable Virus by Megan Boyle

                The Unlovable Virus infects the world. During flu season people get immunizations from losing their loves. Yes people lose out every day of the year if they have the unlovable virus. But what is the unlovable virus and what can be done to protect against it?

                Such a good question requires an equally good answer. No such answer exists. People get unlovable all of the time. Relationships hurt due to a perceived increase in negative communications. The ratios between the good and bad are hard to maintain. Eventually something has to give. Negative might get outweighed for a while a long while. Unlike the positive the negative has a way of sticking around of collecting into large pools of general unhappiness. When the negative grows too large that is when the puddle becomes a body of water. 

                Individuals like arguing with each other over the perceived negative elements they experience. These might mean they are not compatible. Cuteness is an important factor in being a good couple. If two people like each other very much they begin to have their faces match up. Outside observers find this a creepy development. Inside observers do not notice it as they begin to resemble one another until they become a perfect union. 

                Negativity ruins this chance. Instead of the people looking the same with their faces all morphing into each other they look increasingly more different. Tastes become different. Interests fall away from each other as if they are trees molting leaves. Gradually they see the best parts of them falling away because they want to be the same. Yet they can’t be. Hurt makes it impossible for them to ever be similar, makes it impossible to be the trees in the same forest. 

                Realization of the end of a relationship hurts the most. It is the fall from love that can break people apart into tiny pieces. They are gone without each other. Friends are divvied up amongst the couple with the winner takes all winning it all. When the unlovable virus begins to infect it takes all of this away. Hence people begin crying and they begin crying alone. They want to be alone even though alone is the last thing they should be. 

                Worldwide epidemics happen with the unlovable virus. The unlovable virus is responsible for increased Netflix subscriptions, greater amounts of self-awareness, and an uncanny ability to cry at almost anything.

Still, Then by David Fishkind 

                Relationships are rarely easy. If they are they are obviously skin deep. A deeper relationship requires problems to be resolved. Kept in suspension at first the problems gradually settle to the bottom of any relationship kicked up every time there is an argument. Sometimes though there is no argument between two individuals. The mere passage of time is enough to grate on the nerves, especially in an urban environment where the vast majority of people passed in a day can dull the senses. If somebody passes thousands of strangers in a day their inclination to take the earbuds out fades away until it becomes a necessity. Volume hides the sounds of civilization and helps people pick the experiences they want. 

                Work offers a way to socialize without commitment. Colleagues at work are people to be listened to, engaged with, and ignored. Moderate amounts of attention are required for any job. Thanks to the power of email nobody has to be really dealt with directly. Rejection can happen from far off places blamed on bureaucracy and budgetary constraints. Large enough organizations can hide behind their decisions by having large enough decision trees. Enough workers means nobody needs to take responsibility for much of anything. Relationships, with fewer people under their employ, are not quite as lucky. Difficulties are either tackled directly or find themselves whittled away; the whole time heals all wounds approach. And time does heal all wounds because there’s plenty of time to be killed off in the name of emotional stability. 

                 Language tends to do a great job of reducing the amount of time spent doing work. Communication skills are necessary for any position. What many people fail to realize is the usage of the word “like” is a good thing. The more a person uses “like” the more thoughtful they are being. The additional time a person gains by using a meaningless word like “like” the more time they have to come up with a coherent logical answer. Hence if someone hesitates at work or with people they are thinking. Usually frowned upon, thinking is a great way to make solid choices. Strangely the impulsive decisions appear to be worth more for it shows commitment when realistically it should show impulsiveness. 

                At home people are allowed to move much more slowly. Their work and actions are not being timed. Evenings at home on weekdays are made for unwinding as the time winds itself up once more for alarms set in the morning hours. Morning commutes are the things nightmares are made of and people willing wake up to them every day across the world.

Still, Then by David Fishkind

                Relationships are rarely easy. If they are they are obviously skin deep. A deeper relationship requires problems to be resolved. Kept in suspension at first the problems gradually settle to the bottom of any relationship kicked up every time there is an argument. Sometimes though there is no argument between two individuals. The mere passage of time is enough to grate on the nerves, especially in an urban environment where the vast majority of people passed in a day can dull the senses. If somebody passes thousands of strangers in a day their inclination to take the earbuds out fades away until it becomes a necessity. Volume hides the sounds of civilization and helps people pick the experiences they want. 

                Work offers a way to socialize without commitment. Colleagues at work are people to be listened to, engaged with, and ignored. Moderate amounts of attention are required for any job. Thanks to the power of email nobody has to be really dealt with directly. Rejection can happen from far off places blamed on bureaucracy and budgetary constraints. Large enough organizations can hide behind their decisions by having large enough decision trees. Enough workers means nobody needs to take responsibility for much of anything. Relationships, with fewer people under their employ, are not quite as lucky. Difficulties are either tackled directly or find themselves whittled away; the whole time heals all wounds approach. And time does heal all wounds because there’s plenty of time to be killed off in the name of emotional stability. 

                 Language tends to do a great job of reducing the amount of time spent doing work. Communication skills are necessary for any position. What many people fail to realize is the usage of the word “like” is a good thing. The more a person uses “like” the more thoughtful they are being. The additional time a person gains by using a meaningless word like “like” the more time they have to come up with a coherent logical answer. Hence if someone hesitates at work or with people they are thinking. Usually frowned upon, thinking is a great way to make solid choices. Strangely the impulsive decisions appear to be worth more for it shows commitment when realistically it should show impulsiveness. 

                At home people are allowed to move much more slowly. Their work and actions are not being timed. Evenings at home on weekdays are made for unwinding as the time winds itself up once more for alarms set in the morning hours. Morning commutes are the things nightmares are made of and people willing wake up to them every day across the world.