It’s early December. The time of gift idea generation. In fact, did you know that the word “December” is actually derived from an ancient Sanskrit word that means “Shit, what was that thing my wife said she really wanted when we were waiting in line at Banana Republic back in April?” It’s true!
The good news is that, if you have a friend or significant other who has a record player and eats food, you can cross one person off your list right now, thanks to Turntable Kitchen. If you haven’t heard of it, Turntable Kitchen is a really neat site that marries two of the Internet’s most conspicuous obsessions — conveniently, the two Mrs. YHT and I blog about — and they offer one of the coolest gifts I’ve seen in ages: the Pairings Box.
So it’s Monday, which is, of course, extraordinarily lame. But I have something I think will help.
I’m sorry to say it’s not a time machine, nor is it a magic wand that can eliminate Mondays altogether, like the 13th floor of buildings in superstitious countries. (Quick side note: Did you know that some architects originally warned against letting skyscrapers grow above 13 floors, thinking it would result in daunting shadows, traffic congestion and lower property values? That has to be one of the wrongest things ever said, right? On par with “No online database will replace your daily newspaper” and “My cat probably won’t mind being given a bath“?)
It’s a song, one I came across last week on one of my favorite music blogs, 70 Day Weekend, and it’s here to make your Monday suck less.