20 Articles To Read Under A Blanket
Sit right next to me/pour yourself some tea, and binge-read the best articles of the week while Winter Storm Jonas rages.**
**Those of you unaffected by Winter Storm Jonas are welcome to enjoy these pieces as well. You weren’t going to leave the house tonight anyway.
The Best Of The Net
A timely read. Snow days are like sick days where everyone has the same doctor’s note.
Sick in bed is a bit like Halloween: a day on which you wear a costume to express the parts of yourself that can’t normally be expressed. In this case, what can’t be expressed on other days is that all of our activity is ultimately worthless, that we are going to the grave, that being busy is largely about keeping up the appearance that our lives mean something, our relationships mean something, our work means something and crossing things off a list means something. It’s true. These things do mean something. But they also don’t. Sick days are like Halloween; days on which you can live and dress up wholly in life’s bleakness. The costume is simple: It’s bed.
Speaking of actively not-working…
If the following excerpt reads like a description of you, you need this article:
For years, I believed that anything worth doing was worth doing early. In graduate school I submitted my dissertation two years in advance. In college, I wrote my papers weeks early and finished my thesis four months before the due date. My roommates joked that I had a productive form of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Psychologists have coined a term for my condition: pre-crastination.
Pre-crastination is the urge to start a task immediately and finish it as soon as possible. If you’re a serious pre-crastinator, progress is like oxygen and postponement is agony. When a flurry of emails land in your inbox and you don’t answer them instantly, you feel as if your life is spinning out of control. When you have a speech to give next month, each day you don’t work on it brings a creeping sense of emptiness, like a dementor is sucking the joy from the air around you (look it up — now!).
In college, my idea of a productive day was to start writing at 7 a.m. and not leave my chair until dinnertime. I was chasing “flow,” the mental state described by the psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi in which you are so completely absorbed in a task that you lose a sense of time and place. I fell so deeply into that zone of concentration that my roommates once gave a party while I was writing and I didn’t even notice.
I read every X-Files take the internet had to offer this week.
There were many.
+ CHECK OUT THIS BEAUTIFUL STAT ABOUT X-PHILES AND OTHER FAN CREATORS:
The Organization for Transformative Works (OTW), a nonprofit that supports the creators of fanfiction, fan videos, and fan art, conducted a self-reported census of fan creators in 2013. Eighty percent self-identified as female, 4% as male, and 6% as genderqueer (the rest of the surveyed members identified as transgender, androgynous, or other non-binary genders).
Remember in 5th grade when someone taught you the basics of money management? Like, how to write a check and balance a checkbook?
If that’s still a thing, they should also hand out this article to 5th graders.
The Short List
If this peaks your interest, read Bright-sided by Barbara Ehrenreich. Ask nicely and I’ll lend you my copy.
The question of what [Ted Hughes] was “really” like remains unanswered, as it should. If anything is our own business, it is our pathetic native self. Biographers, in their pride, think otherwise. Readers, in their curiosity, encourage them in their impertinence. Surely Hughes’s family, if not his shade, deserve better than Bate’s squalid findings about Hughes’s sex life and priggish theories about his psychology.
Sorry not sorry, this is my TMZ. Gimme dat lurid new unauthorized biography of Ted Hughes.
↑ Double-dose ↓ of Paul Lisicky. Buy his new memoir here.
A narrative, when it’s really alive, will always disturb you when you’re there to seek comfort, and sing in two contrary voices when you just want to hear a single, pure melody.
Usually it is translated as “cosy” but hygge means much more than that. Hygge refers to a sense of friendly, warm companionship of a kind fostered when Danes gather together in groups of two or more, although you can actually hygge yourself if there is no one else around.
I watched two episodes of this stupid show and it is indeed stupid, but this piece made me laugh.
NEW HELEN OYEYEMI COMING IN MARCH
I think it would be a great time for men, basically, to go on vacation. There isn’t enough work for everybody. Certainly in the arts, in all genres, I think that men should step away. I think men should stop writing books. I think men should stop making movies or television. Say, for 50 to 100 years.
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