soundtrack to brooke
The problem with triage is that slightly-less-urgently-important priorities (one's own research, service work, personal matters) tend to pile up and tangle themselves into a big hairy stress-inducing knot of unmet responsibility. I was fretting about these things tonight, when I happened upon the picture above. I have no idea why Brooke Harrington shared this groovy image on facebook and even less idea why it put me in such a good mood. But I figured I'd best spread it around a bit in case the feeling is contagious.
I had sooo many questions for the artist. Might the dancers be Ted Koppel and Dianne Sawyer, circa 1968? Judging from her shoes, bracelets, earrings, and dress, this was clearly not an era in which the kids worried about being too matchy-matchy. And where might I find the lad's boot-and-belt combo? I'd wear those tomorrow. Finally, and most importantly, what lurks beneath those awesome bangs? Their foreheads must be enormous!
In any case, Brooke's image was so affecting that I sought out the perfect soundtrack: Booker T. and the MGs at the height of their powers, grooving in some dance grotto.
Ah, that's better. Just a taste of green onions and we'll all be right as rain.