Blogging, As Nature Intended
I've got an iTunes radio station devoted to the likes of Gaelic Storm, The Clancy Brothers, The Chieftains, Mary Black and other such Celtic and Irish masters of the music. On a whim, I went searching for a particular version of Finnegan's Wake I remember from my time spent burying myself in a tape-player and a particular stretched copy of an tape given to my mom by an old friend (thank you forever, Sheila), and I stumbled upon this Youtube playlist—Recorded Live: The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem Live in Ireland—and I was suddenly struck with a memory I'd all but forgotten.
According to this handy chart—everything in a chart, a graph, a picture, because charts keep everything easy to digest; hors d'oeuvres of data so simple even a poor person can read it—my household is not poor.
According to that so-easy-a-poor-person-can-read-it chart, we make almost twice what a really poor family of two would be making if they were poor; like really poor; like sucking on the teat of a country that has a lot to say about poor people—good/bad/ambivalent; hold them up like a symbol, the less teeth the better, sweep them off the street and into a photo studio—the photogenic kind of poor.