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Apr

Found this recently via Bob Boilen at NPR Music, who does a phenomenal job by the way. Best track I’ve heard in awhile…thought it was TV on the Radio for a second.

(Source: Spotify)

21

Apr

Brother X - My Sister’s Morning Routine

People should really just leave my sister alone in the morning until she’s had a full glass of water and made her coffee. Most mornings, she’s a horrible person. Me, I’m not a morning person either, but she’s on another level. Some mornings, she says she’s the happiest person on earth, but don’t believe it. Before 10 am, she hates her alarm clock, getting in the shower, her roommates (if they speak to her), her dining room table, the chirping birds outside, the kids on the bus during her morning commute, anyone smoking cigarettes within 30 feet, and her very life itself.

I don’t drink coffee myself. Never had two sips my whole life and then my morning routine changed when my wife badgered me into trying mochas. Mochas aren’t real coffee, which means they’re pretty good. Lots of sugar and caffeine to hook you too. For about a year I was spending lots of money drinking mochas. My stomach was a wreck because I was 35 years old and had never developed the enzymes to handle coffee. And my nerves…I was tuned up. You try going from no caffeine to 3 daily shots of espresso. Mochas have a fifth downside ($$$, sugar rush, bad stomach, caffeine shakes…), which is the fact that large ones have a meal’s worth of calories. I finally stopped, and went back to Earl Grey tea. Earl Grey with lemon and sugar is about all I can handle. I am a semi-young professional, with a sensitive stomach, and proud of it. And I never go near my sister in the morning.

10

Apr

Sister Y - My Morning Routine

People should really just leave me alone in the morning until I’ve had a full glass of water and I’ve made good headway on my morning coffee. Most mornings, I’m a horrible person. I have to fake nice until I’m thoroughly quenched and caffeinated. On other mornings, I’m the happiest person on earth. Not even all the annoying chirping birds in the world could bring me down, despite how much they usually bother me on any other given day.

My morning routine has changed since I’ve introduced coffee into my life. I used to associate coffee drinkers with the likes of smokers and drug addicts. But ever since I began working in the real world, I’ve sunk slowly into the welcoming arms of my morning coffee. At first I would only allow myself half a glass. Half a glass won’t make me like a drug addict, right? Then every morning I would add just another splash or two for good measure. When I reached a full cup, I would only allow myself half a packet of sugar. I told myself that the Truvia I was spiking my coffee with was much sweeter than normal sugar, and therefore I only needed half a packet and that anyone who used more than that was just, well, ridiculous. Now I use an entire packet. I have no shame. I am a young professional, coffee drinking statistic, and proud of it.

Hipster, aye? Well I don’t give a hoot.

Hipster, aye? Well I don’t give a hoot.

05

Apr

"You’re the retro-est person I know!"
"No you are!"
"I guess we’re both just fabulous. Muwaha ha ha!"

"You’re the retro-est person I know!"

"No you are!"

"I guess we’re both just fabulous. Muwaha ha ha!"

23

Mar

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Brother X might like “Barracuda” by Miho Hatori.

I approve of “Origins” by Tennis.

22

Mar

Sister Y - Picking the Tournament

Some years I’m more excited about March Madness than others. This year I wanted to be excited, but after being too lazy to fill out a bracket online, my printed off version got pretty crinkled at the bottom of my purse over this past week. I honestly only figured out my standings so I could write this post. At least my brother is holding me accountable for something.

I have Kentucky winning the entire thing (only because my brother told me they were good this year), and 9 of the 16 teams I picked are still standing.

But honestly, who cares? The only thing I’ve learned so far from filling out my bracket is that I don’t own a highlighter. I had to circle the winners with a pen. Maybe I’ll steal one from work. The possibilities are endless.

Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love basketball. I’ll leave you with a basketball pro-tip… If you like basketball but don’t like running - trying watching basketball while running. It’s amazing. It should be its own sport.

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Sister Y might like “Origins” by Tennis…

Brother X - Picking the Tournament

The Sweet Sixteen round of March Madness starts tonight and my bracket is already busted. Missouri…out. Vanderbilt…out. Only 6 of the 16 teams I picked are still in it. And my office partner, who neither plays nor cares about basketball, picked 12 of 16. She thinks Baylor is going to win it all because some guy she likes on a reality TV show went to grad school there. Plus they wear neon yellow uniforms.

You’d think that playing basketball for 30 years would give me some insight, some ability to prognosticate who will win these games, but no. I don’t have a window into the hearts of these young men to see who will rise to the challenge and who will wither in the face of adversity. My experience hasn’t given me an advantage in deciphering this complex game that, when played well, becomes less of a sport and morphs into something more like a combination of chess and modern dance. The best basketball is a physical demonstration that becomes art.

But I’m told Baylor is tournament gold…that’s where dude got his master’s.

(Source: cdn.bleacherreport.net)

15

Mar

Sister Y - My St. Paddy’s Day Plans

I’ve been warned that since this Irish holiday falls on a Saturday, the bar scene is “going to be insane.” Instead of being pushed up against a bar like some super fan at a crazy rock concert, I’ve been invited to a party at a beautiful home in St. Paul. Once there, I picture myself laying in freshly mown grass, and sipping a white Russian - you know, the most Irish of all the drinks. My sincerest apologies to the hosts, whose home is sure to be desecrated by a swarm of Irish zombies come Saturday.

A part of me is torn between participating in the Irish festivities the way I did in college, or throwing in the towel like a mature adult that uses St. Paddy’s Day themed hand towels. However, I have a feeling that a lot of mature adults will be making up a majority of the previously mentioned Irish zombies. If you can’t fight ‘em, join ‘em.

(Source: luckycharms.com)