How is your Fall going so far? I have to say, this new season has been as good as I thought it would be. The baby is five months old now, my crazy two-year-old is beginning to show signs of having a sane side, and school and activities are giving our days some very-very-much-needed structure. We’ve even got some cool-ish weather here in Austin, so I’m pretty much all set to kick back and mull some cider and drink a pumpkin spice latte and do whatever else Pinterest tells me I have to do to enjoy Fall.
She says that Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore is the perfect theme for her type, ESFP. “If you’ve ever wanted to know what it’s like in my head, well, that’s pretty much it,” she wrote. My Myers-Briggs type is basically the opposite of hers, so It was a fascinating and delightful experience to close my eyes and listen to the song and be transported to ESFP world for a moment. I kept thinking, Oh my gosh, it would be so interesting to be this type of person!
Delena asked readers to come up with a song for their own personality types, and now we all need to drop what we’re doing immediately and set about this most important of tasks. I think I found the perfect song that represents what it’s like to be in my head as an INTP: Surrender to Hope by Trailerhead.
WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE AN INTP:
(The music. Not the picture of the woman in the snow.)
Fellow INTPs: this is totally it, right?
Now I must know: what song best represents your personality type? (If you don’t know your Myers-Briggs category, take this quick quiz!) I am going to do nothing but sit in front of my computer and wait for your answers.
Speaking of songs, Joe and I got in a surprisingly heated discussion yesterday about whether it is possible to combine rap and country music. I explained that I used to believe that such a thing was always a terrible idea, but the song Cruise by Florida Georgia Line featuring Nelly has changed my mind. He strongly disagreed, and analogized creating a song that contains both rap and country to baking a fruitcake — the individual parts might be good, but to put them together would be an offense against nature. That started us on a debate about whether fruitcake can ever be good, wherein I admitted that I had never tasted one that I enjoyed, but pointed out that the popularity of the dish must indicate that it is possible to make a delicious fruitcake. Joe held firm, saying that, just like with songs that try to combine rap and country, not in the history of the earth has there ever been a decent fruitcake.
And I have no idea where I’m going with this take, so let’s move on…
My eight-year-old son has started playing football, and WOW is that a different culture than any of the other sports we’ve done. Two-hour practices, three times a week, rain or shine. They do cancel practice if they hear thunder, but you get the feeling that the coach is only doing it grudgingly, secretly thinking that he doesn’t want players on his team who can’t handle a little lightning strike to the head. In soccer the attitude was, “The only thing that matters is learning teamwork and having fun!” In Texas football, the only thing that matters is CRUSHING OUR OPPONENTS.
It’s definitely taking some getting used to.
The blogger Design Mom recently returned to the United States after living in France for two years with her husband and six children. She mentioned in a post that she was having trouble getting used to the frantic pace of American life, especially on weekends. I asked her to elaborate on the different attitudes that lead to a more relaxed pace of life in Europe, and I found her reply very thought provoking. She wrote:
I should write up a full post on it, but the main differences in schedule that I see are 1) In France, Sundays are really dedicated to family time. No visiting your neighbors. No errands or shopping (in fact, almost every store is closed). No parties or non-family gatherings. And 2) Extra-curricular activities like sports and lessons are typically held mostly on Wednesdays, because there’s no school that day (and only half day schools for the teenagers). This means Saturdays are quite open for most families. We usually used ours to work around the house or take a road trip.
As I continue to think about how to slow down my own family’s weeks, this has given me lots to think about!
Tomorrow we’re going to the housewarming party for the new convent of the Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist (whose amazing album is blowing up the Billboard Classical charts). My daughters and I are helping run the dessert table with their American Heritage Girls troop. Then, next Saturday, I get to hang out with Grace.
It’s almost too much awesomeness for one seven-day period.
I’m short on time. How about a picture of a cat in a box? (Yet another benefit of my strict no-lids policy.)