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Stuff I Like: Dissect Podcast

I’ve never been able to listen to either audio books or podcasts. Reading physical copies of books has been a fundamental part of my life for so long that digesting them in a different way still seems wrong to me. On top of that, any time I have a chance to be listening to music and I’m not feels like a wasted opportunity. So while I love reading and taking in new information more generally, it’s hard for me to give up potential music time for anything else.

That all changed with Dissect. I had completely missed out on this podcast – and all others – until earlier this year, when it became affiliated with Spotify and started popping up on my recommendations. I had never bothered to even look into the world of podcasts available to me before, but the promise of detailed analysis of Kendrick Lamar’s To Pimp A Butterfly proved to be too much of a temptation to pass up. Continue reading “Stuff I Like: Dissect Podcast”

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Wu Tang Is For The Children

Nobody in my family can sleep. Between OCD, depression, anxiety, bipolar, etc., falling – and staying – asleep requires a gargantuan effort. We differ in how we approach this problem – meds? supplements? willful denial? – but we all struggle with it in one way or another.

My oldest daughter has dealt with sleep issues off and on since she was about 8 years old. There would be nights where she would go to sleep around 9:00 only to wake up at midnight and not be able to go back to sleep at all. Cold medicine, though, can knock her on her ass. So when she has the sniffles or a cough, a little Dimetapp goes a long way. My only concern was that I never wanted her to get to the point of needing it to fall asleep, so one time, after a week-long bout with mocos, I told her it was going to be her last night with the medicine. When she asked why it mattered, I explained my desire for her not to become dependent on it. Her response? “Why? Would I have to go to rehab?” This immediately activated my Amy Winehouse synapses, so of course I began to sing, “They tried to make me go to rehab, I said – “ Continue reading “Wu Tang Is For The Children”