Stuff White People Like
Has anyone heard about or visited this blog: Stuff White People Like? NPR interviewed its author a couple of weeks ago, and I just got around to checking it out. From reading the comments, the audience reaction seems mixed. There are those who think it’s pretty darn funny (uh, me), and others who think the premise is racist. I don’t know if I can get on that bandwagon. That’s a pretty tough sell, isn’t it?
I’ve just started reading some of the posts, but so far I’m nodding my head in recognition and laughing. It seems to me we should be laughing at ourselves, and I invite the rest of the world to join in. I need to look further, but I think a better title might be Stuff American White People Like. Although, since he seems to be aiming his sights on that target anyway, it might be redundant.
Who knows, maybe I need some enlightenment. I’ll go in search of it just as soon as I stop laughing at myself. I hope you’ll all chime in if you get a chance to take a look.
What I’m listening to these days
This has been out since October, but I just downloaded it a few days ago. I love it. I’ve enjoyed Marc Cohn’s music since as far back as Walking in Memphis. He’s a great songwriter, and this album shows a different kind of writing. I’m terrible at reviewing books or music, so I won’t try. Just go to iTunes and listen. Go, go download. (And if you click on the album image, or here, it takes you to his official site. It’s good, moody music.)
A gentle request
If you haven’t yet, would you mind taking a moment to subscribe to my RSS feed? On my end, I’ve been making progress on getting everyone accounted for in my Google Reader, and before long I’ll have the hang of it. The Subscribe link is in the sidebar just under the ads. Thank you, everyone!
This is one of my favorite poems from Walt Whitman. I think he knew a thing or two about the human condition. He certainly makes me believe he did.
Long enough have you dream’d contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every
moment of your life
Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout,
and laughingly dash with your hair.