Making your bed, not lying in it

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Since reading Gretchen Rubin’s The Happiness Project, I’ve been really interested in cognitive science. I think a lot of people associate psychology with big life events, like how we process trauma. I’m interested in the daily mental grind that determines whether we’re more optimistic or pessimistic and our emotional instincts.

But I’ll own this: I’m also really interested in this sort of research, because I never feel good enough.

Not just good, either. Happy enough. Rested enough. Productive enough. Enough enough.

Making your bed, not lying in it

Show me the sanctimony

This is Justin Bieber. He is compassionate.

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And yes, he would also be a gorgeous lesbian.

Today I published a piece on Nerve about pop stars like one Justin Bieber who make millions singing mindless tunes and then decide they have something very important to say about the human condition.

I kind of love when they do that.

This may be the first and last time I ever write about Insane Clown Posse and Christina Aguilera, so please savor the moment. You can read the post (and leave a comment and share it on Facebook and support your only favorite blogger from Noisiest Passenger) by clicking on The Bieb’s button nose or rosebud lips.

Show me the sanctimony

United States of Redemption

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In the name of all that is good, okay, and “c’mon guys, it’s not that bad,” someone made a United States of Awesome map in response to the United States of Shame map.

Yeah, the low high school graduation rates in Texas are worrisome, but have you checked out their wind power production? Top of the charts.

New York has the worst daily commute, but the highest use of public transit. Like anyone thought those things were mutually exclusive…

Still, the researcher was scraping the bottom of the barrel with some of these. I’m not sure we should be proud that Kentucky has the highest rate of gun ownership.

United States of Redemption

All my writers say “Hey!”

Because I refuse to condemn this blog to creaky, ill-mechanized Tumblr, I couldn’t just hit reblog to share this commentary from Doree Shafrir today.

I’m skimping on context, but this says it all:

One of the most irritating things in the world is meeting a dude who’s like, a lawyer or a banker, and when he finds out you’re a writer he’s all, “Oh I’ve thought about being a writer” or some variation thereof, as though “being a writer” is just something you one day decide to “do” as a “hobby”; I know I have ranted about this before but it is so, so, so condescending and ultimately devalues what we do, because you know, it is actually WORK, and I wouldn’t dream of going up to someone with another job and being all nonchalant like, “Oh yeah I was thinking if this whole writing thing doesn’t work out neurosurgery might be cool.”

Don’t condescend the writers, guys and girls. The hardest writing looks – and reads – the easiest.

Okay. Back to work.

All my writers say “Hey!”

Type like there’s no delete key

Around this time a year ago, I slowly grew to love a friend of mine.

We met through a friend of a friend and mostly talked on AIM. We really talked – on and off for hours a day, five days a week. We’re both insomniacs, so we’d even Gchat from home afterward. Eventually, we started hanging out more in real life. I was surprised to find him as funny in the flesh as I did on the computer.

For months, other friends convinced me that he must really like me to spend so much time chatting. I thought that was probably true. But no one ever said, well typed, anything about it. It would’ve been so easy to just ask via computer and save face.

But no one ever did.

Sometimes we’d get into deep conversations about love and life, and a little message would flash at the bottom of the window. It’d say my friend was typing… It would say it again and again, and I’d start to get really curious about what message that empty box would soon hold.

And then it would be a single line.

How could that have taken so long to type? What hadn’t he said?

What story were we trying to start, afraid to enter or return?

Type like there’s no delete key

My fallow Americans

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This map is making the rounds today, and I’m obsessed with it.

I guess I’m lucky to have graduated from high school and college in Texas and moved to the Empire State, home of the worst daily commute.

But I’m beginning to wonder if I belong in Ohio.

My fallow Americans

Late night. Come home. Work sucks. I know.

Who was the comedian who had the bit about hating a job so much that he or she would hide in the bathroom, pretending to have diarrhea?

Because that’s a pretty low point – shirking work duties in favor of hanging out with the office toilet. Especially if it’s a single unisex bathroom. I’ve been in an office like that, and it didn’t take long for me to become familiar with the unique poopsonalities of each of my co-workers.

My latest Hunch blog post isn’t about poop. Sorry. But it’s about work, which can be shitty indeed.

likeyourjobMost Hunch users like their job sometimes. Definitely on weekends and national holidays.

I looked at the data and tried to figure out what really determines if someone enjoys their job or not. It’s not just about money, benefits, or office environment.

Check the post out here or by clicking on the chart above. Please leave comments and share it with your friends.

Thanks for helping me work it!

Late night. Come home. Work sucks. I know.

But orange you still looking?

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(via Kurt White)

Which orange are you right now?

But orange you still looking?

Bam Bam Bamford

Tonight I have free tickets to see Maria Bamford do a Comedy Central taping. Unlike many comedians, she doesn’t strike me as an angry person who’d be annoying in real life. Yes, she’s a bit nuts in a David Sedaris way. But she’s droll, lovable, and equally silly and smart.

Over the last few days, I’ve been watching some YouTube clips of her past shows. Come watch my favorites with me:

Bam Bam Bamford

OMMA God!

I was on the cover of OMMA Magazine a few weeks ago. It’s a magazine all about online media and marketing.

Here I am making a statement about big brands and Facebook:
OMMA God!