The title of this blog comes from the closing sentence of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
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Some Like It Hot — Neon Hitch ft. Kinetics
So maybe it sounds like every other club banger (is that actually a word?) out there, but does that disqualify it from my morning playlist? Hardly.
We all wake up differently. Some of us start the morning with intellectual stimulation (my roommate enjoys post-coital discussions about the FDA and labor unions), some kind of stimulant (consumed with or without bloody noses and/or eggs), a shower (with or without musical accompaniment), or a combination of all three. On mornings when I’m on time, I tend to spend time with my Pocket account and a cup of coffee after a twenty five minute waste of resources. When I’m running late—a frighteningly common occurrence these days—I tend to blast the most annoying music in my arsenal to get me through my all-too-complicated dressing process (obviously #Downtonproblems).
Where was I?
Yes. Bad taste. Well. My apologies.
Our interlocking, sustaining and protecting hands guarantee a reborn social force of immense and simple purpose. We are resolved that our people shall find equality of security and production in tomorrow’s world. We are sworn that no boy or girl, approaching the maelstrom of deviation need make that crossing alone, afraid that in the dark ever again. In these moments we dedicate ourselves once again to each other in the immense significance of such allegiance, with dignity and respect, proud and free.
This is what my life looks like 75% of the time.
In the course of my thesis status report the other day, Dr. G devised a limerick. He may be a bit insane, but he’s damned adorable.
Our frustrated lesbians and gays
Wished the rest of us would change our ways,
So they did well to muster
An abeyance cluster,
And now they enjoy happy days.