Suggested by the previous post —
| Tom Lamont in The Economist , June/July 2020 —
Recently, I saw that a person called Celine in San Francisco had tweeted to her 2,500-odd followers about the difficulty of “trying to date SF guys in between their week-long meditation retreats, Tahoe weekends, month-long remote work sessions…” About 4,000 people tapped to endorse the sentiment, launching Celine onto an exponential number of strangers’ screens, including my own. The default sound for any new tweet is a whistle, somewhere between a neighbourly “yoo-hoo” and a dog-walker’s call to heel. |
“Everybody, here comes the life of the party
Everybody, here comes the life of the party, yeah, she is.”
Songwriters: Ben Hayslip / Rhett Akins / Jason Sellers
See as well Life of the Party in this journal.
Synchronologists may consult posts of March 2015.
* ” This was Language herself , as she first sprang at Maleldil’s bidding
out of the molten quicksilver of the first star called Mercury on Earth,
but Viritrilbia in Deep Heaven.” ― C.S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength .