It’s not our job to appeal to the lowest common denominator, it’s our job to raise it. If you’re going to be the education president, it’d be nice not to hide that you have an education.
President Bartlet, The West Wing
Today the mother and sister are hiking in Bryce Canyon. Apparently the weather “couldn’t be more perfect.” I hate them.
Last time I was there (always 9 years old), I remember thinking that it was one of the most beautiful places I had ever been, but I was hungry, hot, thirsty, and had to use the bathroom during the duration of the hike, and I just felt so sad that I couldn’t really appreciate it. It’s a great place. My dad, in possession of the canteen, gave me a wonderful(ly incorrect) piece of life knowledge: When hiking, you only need a sip of water, any more is bad for you. Well, mayyyyybe, except when it’s nearly a hundred degrees and you are already dehydrated. YOU GET NO WATER, EMILY! YOU GET DEATH.
Okay, let’s have another one from Joanna Newsom’s performance at L’Epicerie Moderne, because it’s always nice to hear Ms. Newsom spruce up some of her old songs with band activity, especially this song.