This last week of March has been something. Here are your headlines, although you may want to go play with bunnies instead.
Earl Scruggs, amazing banjo player and major contributer to American roots music, died at 88. As someone who has listened to a lot of bluegrass in her time, this news made me sad.
Iconic poet Adrienne Rich also passed away this week at the age of 82. Known for works such as “Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law,” she pushed boundaries, challenged authority, and promoted the cause of women through her words and actions. People like her don’t come ’round often enough.
The Mega Millions broke a jackpot record of $540 million. You have until 10:45 p.m. EST to buy your ticket. And if you win, consider giving some of those riches to your favorite ladyblog. (Ahem, that’s us, right?)
Republican Paul Ryan’s 2013 budget passed the House of Representatives Thursday. This budget will likely die in the Senate because it cuts funding for food stamps and transportation AND it doesn’t call for higher taxes on the rich.
The Supreme Court has been hearing oral arguments all week regarding President Obama’s historic healthcare law. There’s a lot at stake in these hearings, and we won’t know about what the highest court will ultimately rule for many weeks. Gulp.
The diagnosis of autism is climbing, due in part to a more accurate diagnosis process. It’s estimated that 1 in 88 children are born with this developmental disorder.
Now for something lighthearted, because wow, this has been a downer to write – Will Ferrell confirms that there’s an Anchorman 2 on the horizon.
Stay Classy, Persphoneers.
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Since we’re not young, weeks have to do time
for years of missing each other. Yet only this odd warp
in time tells me we’re not young.
Did I ever walk the morning streets at twenty,
my limbs streaming with a purer joy?
did I lean from any window over the city
listening for the future
as I listen here with nerves tuned for your ring?
And you, you move toward me with the same tempo.
Your eyes are everlasting, the green spark
of the blue-eyed grass of early summer,
the green-blue wild cress washed by the spring.
At twenty, yes: we thought we’d live forever.
At forty-five, I want to know even our limits.
I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other life,
and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.
-Adrienne Rich, 21 Love Poems
I would rather play with bunnies than do just about anything, including spend too much time thinking about all this bad stuff going on. And RIP Adrienne Rich!