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The Working Poor: Invisible in America (and a break from the format in which I ramble)

 I think the time has come to explain the title of this blog:

Too Many Tabs

So, to be honest, I have always been pretty completely disorganized, electronically speaking. (Ok, everywhere else, too.) I have my lists, and I get done what I need to get done, but when it comes to the way I organize documents, the way I delete emails, the way I close out my apps -- I am, admittedly, pretty sloppy.

Open Safari Tabs on my phone: 21 (down from 72 when I deleted some earlier in the week)

Gmail emails in my inbox: 27,118 (but for like a year now I've gone through them and deleted daily)

Sloppy Notes on my Notes App: 89 

Number of spots I had to pull from to complete my manuscript: I lost count

Anyway. My creative brain and my logical brain love to fight against one another. Sometimes I spin out when my to-do-lists get jumbled, and I end up with sub-lists, and I try to put things on my Google calendar, but to also use a paper planner, and blah, etc.

I'm sure you can relate, dear reader. For the love of god, tell me you can relate!

Moving on, it's Election Day and there is a whole file in my brain just stressing the hell out. You're welcome to find me on Twitter to see all my thoughts spilling out onto Elon Musk's virtual desk. It's @eternal_iroll 



My advice? Don't vote against your own interests. Case in point...

Book I Haven't Read Yet: The Working Poor: Invisible in America by David K. Shipler (2005)

Why I Haven't Read It: This is another one from my husband's shelf. 

Should You Read It? You're darn tootin'

David K. Shipler is a Pulitzer-Prize winning author. He's worked for the New York Times and written for The New Yorker, the LA Times and The Washington Post. He's taught at Dartmouth, at Princeton and at American University. 

From the preface: 

"The rising and falling fortunes of the nation's economy have not had much impact on these folks. They suffer in good times and bad... They are tired of wishes, empty of dreams, in Carl Sandburg's phrase... They do not usually blame their bosses, their government, their country, or the hierarchy of wealth, as they reasonably could. They often blame themselves..."







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