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In Iceland, books are exchanged on Christmas Eve, and you spend the rest of the night reading. People generally take their books to bed along with some chocolate. How cozy and wonderful does that sound? (More fun facts: Iceland publishes more books per capita than any other country, and new books are typically published only during the Christmas season—the frenzy is called Jólabókaflóð, or the Christmas Book Flood.)

If your job can be taken by a hypothetical unskilled, non-English-speaking illegal immigrant or outsourced worker, I’m going to give you some bad advice.

~ “Come with me I’ll  show you how to be a metal man.When the gears a turning and the fires turning” ~~~

“Your generation would probably ‘livetweet’ the apocalypse” you say, and you laugh You mean it as an insult, and I understand, Or you don’t because the word lies awkwardly on you tongue, stumbles as it leaves your lips, air quotes visible You meant it as an insult, so you don’t understand, when I look into your eyes and say “Yes” Because we would. It would be our duty, as citizens on this earth to document it’s end the best way we know and if that means a second by second update of the world going up in flames, or down in rain, or crushed under the feet of invading monsters so be it. It would mean a second by second update of “I love you” “I’m scared” “Are you all right?” “Stay close” “Be brave” It would mean a second by second update of the humanity’s connection with one another, Proof of empathy, love, and friendship between people who may have never met in the flesh. So don’t throw the word ‘Livetweet’ at me like a dagger, meant to tear at my ‘teenage superiority’ Because if the citizens of Pompeii, before they were consumed by fire, had a chance to tell their friends and family throughout Rome “I love you” “I’m scared” “Don’t forget me” Don’t you think they’d have taken the chance?