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The report appears in The Journal of Longitudinal Studies.
Co-authors Hanphram T. Zennels and Moira Beverley have found that fans of R.E.M. earn $4,400 more, annually, than fans of The Replacements. (All dollar amounts are gross pre-tax income.)
However, Replacements fans exhibit far greater levels of happiness, shaped by what the authors called “their ability to see everything that is bad, and good, be aware of all that, and realize that life is what obtains, not what should obtain. This realism of the Replacements fan appears to free him or her from pathological levels of depression, and also fosters a joyful, wry humor.”
R.E.M. fans, on the other hand, suffer from what Zennels and Beverley call “a near-constant need for idealistic reinforcement. The only way the world makes sense to them is to pretend it’s something that it isn’t. This cultivates a selfishness and narcissism that translate into higher earnings through the mechanisms of flattering superiors and doing superficially valuable work without regard to fundamental worth.”
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In the beginning, The Stoneslide Corrective was an urge. I can’t be any more precise than that, because the urge was not precise; urges don’t tend to be. [Read more…]
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by Christopher Wachlin
I get a job, but my brother visits for supper and my parents don’t care about my news. And he’s not being nice about it. And all my parents keep saying is I have two days.
They want me out of the house by the 30th, but I’m only nineteen. I don’t have a high school diploma. My dad says there’s nothing to talk about. I have to be out and that’s it.
“Sure, Dad. It will be my pleasure.” Some prick waiter said that at my cousin’s wedding.
But my parents go back to talking with my brother like I’m not there. Whenever I try to talk they interrupt me.
“You’ll feel stupid,” I shout, “when you hear what else I did today. I downloaded GED stuff from Bay Bekahl College.”
Now instead of interrupting they don’t say anything. I wait. Nothing. They don’t care.
“You don’t care.”
“Travis,” my mom finally says, pushing her glasses up on her nose and brushing crumbs from her Tahoe sweatshirt, “we talked about this. It’s too late.” [Read more…]
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along a busy street. The sun was high, its light and heat intense. A gentle breeze cooled Stoneslide’s fellow pedestrians, about twenty in number, as everyone waited.
One person was telling her friend how she and her husband had just got a rescue dog. To her friend she described the dog’s looks, his powerful and surprising bathroom habits, his tendency to chew despite his not completely youthful age. But someone had not wanted this beautiful dog, and turned him loose. This beautiful, beautiful rescue dog.
Rescue dog. I began to wonder if there wasn’t something kind of sad in her friend not reminding her that a rescue dog runs in snow withers-deep with a small cask of brandy on its collar. A rescue dog walks sure-footed through earthquake rubble, searching for survivors.
The light changed. The crowd started moving, and the sound of their conversation washed away in the mobile sun bath.
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By Jonathan T.F. Weisberg
Something in the view down the cabin of the airplane hit Graeme with a force of revelation. It caused him to linger at the head of the aisle, while his mind sifted through the impressions the scene had made on him. The plane was nearly empty, though he knew he was the last passenger to board. He’d slipped in as attendants waited to close off the gangway. This should have been a popular flight. The few people scattered among the seats made him think of a chessboard near endgame. That was the connection his intuition had made at a glance: endgame and inevitable demise. It was a bad omen.
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Behind him, the crew shut the door, and he heard a clunk as it was locked in place. Accepting that there was now no way to go back, he moved forward and looked for his row.
The other passengers kept their gazes down as he passed and were unusually still—hands rigid on their knees, backs stiff. Graeme was in a heightened state of anxiety, given all that he had learned in the last few hours, but it was obvious he wasn’t the only one. [Read more…]
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