I love it. My kitchen is pretty dark, so I needed a color that was close to white but that had come tint in it. I think it turned out pretty nicely.

I just painted my kitchen a color called “Palest Pistachio.”

For contrast, I chose a year at random. Winners are in italics.

But you know that, if Trump does appoint him Homeland Security director, the dude will, to paraphrase Bill Paxton in True Lies, suck so hard on the government teat that he could suck-start a leaf blower.

My college roommate called his grandfather “Humpa.” Millennial dads, you’re doing it wrong if your kid isn’t calling you “Humpa.”

I have a friend from Minnesota whose son is named “Axel,” but it’s a family name, they’re Scandinavian, and they live in Minnesota, so it’s cool.

Here are a few I’ve added to my playlist over the past few decades:

The lack of justice for Kirsty and her family is appalling.

I used to work with one of Leroy Anderson’s children, who receives a wonderful check at the end of the fourth quarter every year.

I was wasting time on Google the other day, and I discovered that “All I Want for Christmas is You,” the ubiquitous song written by Carey and brilliant Russian producer, musician, and songwriter Walter Afanasieff, is the eleventh-best-selling single of all time. As of 2013, it was estimated that Carey and Afanasieff…

The school I work at has workshops with our seniors called “Life Skills” but that should be called “Learning to Deal with Money Before You Go to College.” I wish I’d had something like that.

I went to college in Maine in the 1990s. It was the beginning of the gentrification.

I was at a restaurant a few weeks ago, eating dinner at the bar, and the bartender and I were talking about R&B and I started with the spoken intro of “Bump and Grind,” and he joined in, and then his manager came by and gave us both the most quizzical expression on earth. It was often.

The “experience” catch-22 is huge.

That would be truly excellent news.

Also, we had “The Humpty Dance” and “No Scrubs” and “Knockin’ Boots” and they have Justin Fucking Bieber.

The lives and well being of these protestors is at risk if they stay, whether from the weather or from law enforcement. Maybe I’m just in a general “throwing-up-my-hands” space, but I think they should fold up their tent poles and leave—before things get really bad.

No, it wasn’t. The generation who elected Trump were those 45 and older—not those of us in Generation X. (Source: The Atlantic)

From an NPR story, “Fossil Fuel Opponents Face New Challenges Under Donald Trump,” broadcast on November 16th:

The most offensive piece to me in that entire article was the idea that calling what they were doing “adult education” would somehow denigrate the process. That sounds pretty damn classist to me.