I love her I recommend it for people who are spiritually 45-year-old wine moms that just want to vibe out. The deluxe version has like a bajillion songs
Dec 11, 2024
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Let the choir sing in rejoice, Joni Mitchell is back on Spotify folks. And while some music heads might be tripping over themselves to stream the legendaric Blue 1971 album, you can catch me at the sonic jazz bar that is Both Sides Now. You might be familiar with this re-recorded track and album from the iconic Emma Thompson scene in 2001âs Christmas cult classic Love Actually but this album is so much more. If youâre a jazz enjoyer, or maybe not so into Americana folk, and wanna know what all the Joni-craze is about: this is the album for you.
I recommend listening no earlier than dusk and maybe after a little bit of a hard day.
Mar 24, 2024
Rat Pack Christmas, Amy Grantâs Home for Christmas (showing my catholic upbringing here), and the Very Special Christmas compilation albums all on repeat sorry Iâve swung back around to being a Christmas bitch Joy to the World
Nov 29, 2024
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the way i could write a world-changing 33 1/3 about this album!!! oh my goodness. (this is the kind of album you write after achieving meteoric pop success if you are a serious person, in case any inescapably famous singer-songwriters are taking notes.)
but for real -- this album is at once a perfectly-preserved late 90s time capsule (neurotic, stylish, a hint of a sneer, but real hope underwriting it all) and also secretly about us, right now, in the year of our lord 2024. it's fierce and smart and darkly hilarious. it's about going to therapy and getting your dad to go to therapy, and then feeling weird imagining the kind of dark shit your dad must be working through in therapy. itâs about trying to search for the divine while watching a bunch of idiot rich people get influenced into paying $2000 for like past life regression readings or whatever and feeling weird about the idea that theyâre searching for the same divine you are, because if theyâre looking for it too then it canât possibly be the real thing, can it? itâs about being the bright young thing who wrote jagged little pill and suddenly finding all of your interpersonal relationships totally unworkable because everybody is too blinded by the brightness of the young thing who wrote jagged little pill to let you also be a human being. itâs about feeling so old already at 24 and looking back on your teenage self at a tender distance as if those days were a lifetime ago, as if youâre actually any wiser now. itâs about wondering if anything you will ever do is ever, ever going to be good enough. alanisâs lyrics here are biting and precocious and the songs are just so chatty (witness âfront rowâ in which she layers four entire extra verses behind the chorus, effectively writing a whole bonus song because the situation is just too complicated to explain in four minutes) and theyâre talking about all the same things we talk about now, in the same way we talk about them now, except without all the self-serious posturing so many of our contemporary songwriters fall prey to. (âthe couchâ is somehow both the most earnest and the least corny song anybody has ever written about therapy.) i know this album must have hit properly when it came out because it was the only thing my mom played in our house for the entire calendar year of 1999, but it feels so preternaturally tailor-made for the moment weâre in now that i canât believe it hasnât had one of those improbable tiktok renaissances or whatever that seem to keep happening. highly recommend a revisit or a first acquaintance if you havenât made one.
Feb 6, 2024
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyâbe it a relative or one of my best friendsâwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too đ
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Iâve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapidâa critique often rooted in misogynyâbut now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretationâpreconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your imageâselfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that thereâs another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. Itâs refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, Iâve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentionalâsomething that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. Iâve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? Itâs a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024