(function() { (function(){function b(g){this.t={};this.tick=function(h,m,f){var n=void 0!=f?f:(new Date).getTime();this.t[h]=[n,m];if(void 0==f)try{window.console.timeStamp("CSI/"+h)}catch(q){}};this.getStartTickTime=function(){return this.t.start[0]};this.tick("start",null,g)}var a;if(window.performance)var e=(a=window.performance.timing)&&a.responseStart;var p=0 A favorite blogger writes: "What has happened to all the women who are done with child-rearing? Young voices permeate the blogosphere." What do sixty-something women do with their lives, especially if they do not have full-time jobs? We're here to find that out.
Life Begins at Sixty-Five
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The book Fahrenheit 451 comes to mind.
No, not just you, but I'm sure it's not a healthy thing. B. says we must "protect the sensorium."
I have limited myself to checking NYTimes.com 1x daily and am MUCH happier for it. I now wake up to my iPhone alarm (no more NPR for now). Sorta sad to have to be ignorant for a while but all the constant doom and gloom is self-fulfilling. Z
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