An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Che gelida manina

I will tell you in two words,
who I am, what I do,
and how I live. May I?
Who am I? I am a poet.
What do I do? I write.
And how do I live? I live.
In my carefree poverty
I squander rhymes
and love songs like a lord.

The babysitter I hired last December mentioned last week that she likes to work out while listening to opera. Leta was listening to our conversation and said she didn’t know if she’d ever heard opera and that if she had she remembers that it was awful.

I immediately did a search for “Che Gelida Manina” by Puccini as sung by Luciano Pavarotti:

That’s my favorite opera song. Opera song? Operatic number? Man, did that sentence ever sound like Memphis.

ANYWAY. It didn’t change Leta’s mind very much, and I personally can’t see doing burpees or lunges to this kind of music, but to each his own. I work out to Enrique Iglesias, so what the hell do I know.

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Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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