Today is Day 3 of my latest news embargo. This is a healthy thing for me to do occasionally, as I found myself getting wrapped up in the latest right-wing fake outrage/left-wing overcompensation and ultimate turtling to the shouters. I was arriving at work in a quivering ball of rage, which is never a good way to be, especially if your job requires you to actually talk to people.
So now and then I declare a news embargo and will only listen to music as I have my coffee and ablute myself. (I don't think that's a word, but tough beans. I just made it one) No radio, either. I don't want commercial intrusions. I go old-school and pick a CD and plop it in while I paint myself up for the day.
It's a good thing to do. I like sunshiny music with a Latin beat. Anything that starts with beans in a gourd is perfect.
In fact, I dare you to listen to Oscar Peterson's version of "Wave" and not be convinced that it's the sexiest thing you've ever heard in your life. You'll wonder how you got so far in your life without "Wave" in it. You'll wonder how you managed to start every day without repeating it four or five times.
After listening to "Wave" you may have a hard time shaking yourself out of a coconut-scented reverie, but once you do, I guarantee you will step into your day with a sway to your hips and a stoned-out smile on your lips.
Just go download it.
And quit reading the news.
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