Distractions Part 2

This reminds me of many people--a former roommate, a current colleague, and so many more.  I'd write my own review, but Sasha Frere Jones, pop music critic for The New Yorker,  just does such a good job...

BEST MUSIC VIDEO OF THE YEAR

Watching this video, you will wonder, briefly, if Chris Dane Owens “means it.” This is an ungenerous thought—dismiss it. You may also wonder why “Shine On Me” is modelled on early ABC and Spandau Ballet and padded out with an unnecessary layer of loud guitars. Irrelevant. What you need to know is that Mr. Owens will live forever—until the dragons rule the earth again (or the first time, whatever)—and that you are going to watch this video more times than you can imagine. You may dream of this video, but the dream won’t be as good because it won’t be this video.

Distractions

I've cleared my entire afternoon and evening in order to work on my personal statement.  It's currently 11 pm, and I have made negative progress--I've added nothing, but deleted plenty. 

I have, however, caught up on some reading, and then some.  I have also decided that this is my favorite piece of writing from this year:

From "Animal Tales" by Simon Rich. Published in the June 30 issue of The New Yorker:

 DALMATIANS

“Hey, look, the truck’s stopping.”

“Did they take us to the park this time?”

“No—it’s a fire. Another horrible fire.”

“What the hell is wrong with these people?”

Here's to productivity!