The BumbleRabbit Archives

Good morning, Erin. I’ve dipped back into my 2008 iPod, again, and found myself as pleasantly surprised to see that it still works as I was to hear songs I’d not listened to in years (...and, in some cases, may have forgotten even existed (sorry, John Mayer) ). While I wouldn’t describe the experience as nostalgic, exactly, I have certainly enjoyed the dive into my memories that many of the songs elicited—more grateful for the reminders than wistful for days gone by. One song in particular struck such a chord in me that I immediately exclaimed, “I should tell Erin about this!”—an impulse so clear and intense that, much like the most creative ideas that come to me in the middle of the night, I can only now remember that I wanted to remember something, not the thing I wanted to remember. (And, as ever, even clearer is the memory of saying, “Nah, I don’t need to write this down. I’ll remember it!”) So, instead, I offer you this quick tale regarding They Might Be Giants (yes, the band I h...

Good morning, Erin. I hate having to wait a week for each new episode of the dating shows I watch. It’s fun to keep up with the rest of the world (though we will revisit this topic later), and the weeklong anticipation buildup makes it undeniably exciting when the new episode drops—but I’d much, much rather be able to consume these at my own ravenous pace.  However… The one thing I genuinely enjoy about the wait between episodes, though, is that it allows me time to recap each new episode to…well, to whomever I can sucker into listening, of course, but (relevant to this letter) to Theresa at work. I love reliving the episode in my head, organizing the events into a story that someone who isn’t watching can not just follow but connect back to the discussions from previous weeks, and essentially performing a monologue for an audience. I look forward to it every week almost as much as I do watching each new episode.  The running joke about this routine is that Theresa thinks of ...