Library staff celebrates R.E.M.'s "It's the End of the World and We Know it (and Feel Fine)" in book form.
This was an absolutely delightful watch. 🤓
R.E.M.’s Document was released 39 years ago yesterday.
(📹 via @hooverpubliclibrary)
Before the Swifties descend on me, and honestly, are there Swifties on X, or did they all migrate to Instagram and Bluesky, let me say this clearly.
This is not a shot at Taylor.
The woman is a billionaire. She spent an estimated $20 million on a wedding at Madison Square Garden, which sounds insane until you realize it is about 1% of her net worth. That is the equivalent of you or me spending a few hundred bucks on a nice dinner. And then she quietly handed $26 million to food banks on her way out the door. Whatever you think of her music, that is a woman who can afford the party and paid it forward. Good for her. No notes.
My problem is not the billionaire. My problem is the rest of us.
Because somewhere along the way, normal weddings got completely unhinged. The average American wedding now runs around $36,000. Thirty six thousand dollars. For one day. For a lot of couples that is the single biggest check they will ever write before a mortgage, and they write it before they own a single thing.
And I want to gently grab those young couples by the shoulders.
You are not Taylor Swift. That is not an insult. It is a gift.
That same $36,000 is a real down payment on a real house. It is a fully funded emergency account. It is the seed of a college fund for a kid you have not had yet. It is a foundation instead of a photo album.
You can get married at the courthouse and mean every word. You can do a backyard with string lights and your aunt’s potato salad and cry just as hard. You can run to Vegas and laugh about it for fifty years. The marriage is the point. The wedding is just the invoice.
Nobody at your fifteenth anniversary remembers the chair covers. They remember that you built a life.
Spend like the billionaire only if you are the billionaire. The rest of us should throw a beautiful, joyful, sensible party, and put the house money on the house.
That is not being cheap. That is being in love with your future instead of your Instagram.
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MEMO TO: Illinois residents
Rather than you having to sell your house, find a new house, pack up, and relocate to a new state. Incur moving expenses and leave family and long-time friends, here’s a better option
VOTE OUT OF OFFICE ALL THE DEMOCRATS WHO HAVE DESTROYED ILLINOIS AND MADE YOU WANT TO MOVE
You can begin the process on November 3, 2026
END OF MEMO
Seasonal depression seems fake until it’s above 40° and sunny in February and it feels like a choir of angels is singing as you walk up to the gates of heaven
Puttering around the house is an underrated form of self-care. Make some tea or coffee. Put on a podcast. Sort the mail. Tidy some pillows and fold some blankets. Start the laundry. Thaw some soup. Just casually wander around aimlessly doing little things to make your space and life a little nicer. Who cares if you get distracted or only do a little? You aren't being productive. You're puttering.
Omg don’t you hate it when you think you have all your groceries in and don’t have to leave the house anymore before Christmas and then realize you forgot ONE item?!
Schools spend hours trying to “reach” the kid who openly doesn’t care, while the kid who tries every day quietly gets ignored. We’re exhausting ourselves chasing resistance instead of investing in effort.