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Thursday Afternoon Reads & Recommends

Let's kick things off on a cheery note and wonder What If The Germans Had Won The First World War? As @hopejumper said on Twitter today, the treaty of Versailles ruined everything. 

Just as cheery- Ukraine: Is This How The War On Terror Ends? 

Okay fine, how about something ACTUALLY uplifting? This is the best thing I've read on the internet in a long time. Reaching My Autistic Son Through Disney

Study: Milennials Deeply Confused About Their Politics, Finances, Culture. This study made the news outlet rounds about a week back. Did you see it? I am actually only interested in milennials so far as wondering if I AM a milennial - depending on who and what you read, the cut off birth year is 1979 or 1980. As a July 1979 baby I'm either a verrrrry old milennial or a verrrrry young Gen Xer. I find this annoying, because even though I scoff at attempting to define an entire generation, I would still like to know what people define me AS. (This one defines Milennials as between the ages of 14 and 34. I am 34 and a half. So.)

I have not bugged you about the enneagram in a VERY LONG TIME. Let's amend this right now as I send you off to read this series on the enneagram and blogging. (How does a Three blog? OH SO FASCINATING!)

May I recommend this orange chocolate chunk (with ginger) quickbread

And THIS... THIS seems to me to be a VERY convincing theory for Who Is Don Draper. Seriously. I'm only vaguely aware of the D.B. Cooper story, but IT FITS! Doesn't it? It totally does. Either way, I love this idea. (If you're not a Mad Men fan, you can skip it.) (Why aren't you a Mad Men fan?)

Right now I am reading Venice: A New History by Thomas F. Madden. SUPER READABLE. A lot of times these things are not, so I'm just letting you know. I'm not deeply enthralled, but I have learned two things. Donna Leon, author of the Brunetti mysteries, stole 'Falier', the last name of Paola's parents and fancypants Venetians, from one of the first doges, and 2) can you even IMAGINE escaping to a marshy lagoon ahead of the murderous Huns? (This is how Venice was founded.) For the gazillionth time: thank you Jesus for letting me live in 2014 Seattle, Washington. 

Which brings me to Bloodlands by Timothy Snyder. I've been trying to figure out what I want to say about this book for weeks. I think the thing it makes me think is: I don't even know what to think anymore. I thought I knew all about the worst of what happened in Eastern Europe but nooooo I did nooooot. Reading Inferno made me wonder why God didn't just send another flood. Reading THIS made me... I don't know. Something worse. Maybe it was reading about the collectivist farm famines in Ukraine knowing that soon my own country would team up with Stalin. Which had to be done, and yet. YET! Ugh. This book made me DESPAIR.

GLAD TO PASS ON SOME FUN READS, INTERNET! 

Comments

Tracy

I was wondering - Have you read The Boys in the Boat? It is non-fiction, about the 1936 Olympics (in Hitler's Germany!) and the American rowing team (from Seattle). I thought of you after I read it. I thought it was excellent!

Carrie

I am such a wreck over all this Ukraine stuff. It was heartbreaking to see people dying in downtown Kyiv, a city I love so much for its beauty and history. And now friends in Crimea are living in uncertainty and friends in Eastern Ukraine the same. Putin is a scary little man. Interesting perspective in that article though. Thanks for posting it.

Jess

That Mad Men article! I loves it and spent all morning reading about Dan Cooper!

Jess

I mean I loved it. Gah. I don't talk like that.

Reesey

Reaching My Autistic son was a GREAT read, even if certain parts had me in tears. So many people treat people with disabilities as less than human, but the way Owen and his peers see the world is actually pretty awesome and the fact that he and his family learned to help him communicate and function this was is just mind blowing.

emah

I hear you on the generational divide. My husband is a July 1979 baby, and I am January 1981. We graduated from high school the same year, but my joke is that he's a gen xer, and I'm a millennial, so we couldn't possibly understand each other.

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