On the Origin of F*ck

Because this is intellectual and historical. And also a bit 12-year-old-giggly.

Happy Thanksgivukkah!

This is the only day of the year that I get reliably homesick. Thanksgiving is a quintessentially American holiday, for which loved ones travel to be together.

Though I won’t be travelling this year to be with you, for all those friends and family celebrating today, have some pumpkin pie for me. And know that though I’m far away, I’m giving thanks for having each and every one of you in my life

(And for my Jewish friends, since this is probably the only chance in my lifetime I’ll get to include this in my Thanksgiving post: Chag Sameach!)

Out jogging today and “Smells Like Teen Spirit” comes up in my iPod running mix. I’m like “cool song!” and rocking out as I’m jogging along. Then I pass a 20-something on the path and realize that this song is as much an oldie to him as the Bee Gees were to me when I first heard Nirvana.
Somebody hand me my crutch and tell me when the early-bird-special buffet starts. :-/