Friday Roundup: Burn that Broken Bed

Map and frame, featuring pins with places Siggy and I have been separately, places we've been together, and places we wanna go, together. 

Excerpt and a photo from the story I read at The Modern on Monday (I'll link to the podcast when it goes up): "But what’s the half-life of any joy? At the end of our honeymoon, he dropped me off down the street from my house, brushed his mouth against my forehead and became a memory. My parents and sisters had already figured I was dead or kidnapped and I remember feeling bothered by how quickly their relief turned to anger. The hospital took me back, with conditions, after I invented a dying relative. And the soldier dissolved into a cold bath of mistakes I’d probably make again."

This is the BBC World Service: In other news, #uglyvideoselfie has gone international!

Burn that Broken Bed: For those not into late nights at the Neuro or the Knit, for those who can't budget for a $20 show, or for those who feel strongly that set-lists should hover around the 4-6 song range, get thee down to the regular in-store shows at The Record Exchange, where you can catch folks like Brandi Carlile, Lord Huron, and Calexico with 30-40 other penny-pinching, elderly, fuddy-duddy Boiseians (like yours truly). 

Catastrophe. Very laugh. Many funny. Watch. Much wow: "Doctors don't know anything. A doctor once told my little brother he had polio - turns out he was just clumsy."