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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

A Sense of Doubt blog post #1306 - Ultimate turns 50

New Zealand Ultimate Frisbee player Zev Fishman dives for a frisbee during a photoshoot in October 2015.
Hannah Peters/Getty Images

A Sense of Doubt blog post #1306 - Ultimate turns 50

I had wanted to do a whole spectacular here with more photos and articles, but I am deep, deep, DEEP in Grading Hell, and so, just this.

Hey, weird, I am only a little older than ULTIMATE.

And right now, with this grading load, I really feel it. :-)


1968 Created The 'Ultimate' Anti-Sport Sport

In the summer of 1968, Jared Kass was working at a camp for high school students in Massachusetts. He decided to teach the kids in his dorm a game that he'd learned at Amherst College, where he was a student.
"I remember I was just running and leaping for a pass of the Frisbee," said Kass, who's now a professor of psychology at Lesley University in Boston. "And I jumped up in the air. And I had one of those moments of just sheer synchrony where the disc just made it right into my hand at the perfect moment."
"I didn't know that we were creating a game that was going to be on going to have a life of its own," Kass added.
But that's exactly what happened.
Fifty years later, millions of people play Ultimate, as it's known these days, in college, amateur and professional leagues around the world. The game combines elements of soccer, basketball and football. Instead of a ball, of course, players use a flying disc gliding through the air. The players aren't allowed to run with the disc, so each team tries to score by passing the disc across a field until they reach the end zone.

But in some ways, Ultimate is not like other team sports. The game has a kind of honor system called the "spirit of the game." And you can trace that the way back to the counterculture of 1968, when the players started out officiating the game themselves.
At that summer camp in Massachusetts, Jared Kass says the games got intense, with players jostling for the disc. They were looking to him to be the referee.
But Kass didn't want to be the figure of authority. At the time, he was suspicious of authority figures of all kinds.

New Zealand Ultimate Frisbee player Zev Fishman dives for a frisbee during a photoshoot in October 2015.
Hannah Peters/Getty Images
"My own sort of internal processing of what was wrong with competitive sports, and what was wrong with society sort of coalesced," he said. "And I said 'no man, I am NOT gonna be the referee here.' You guys have to call the fouls on yourself."
When the summer ended, Kass went on to his senior year of college. And didn't think about that Frisbee game again for decades. His story came to light years later in the book Ultimate: The First Four Decades.
But the game made a big impression on one of the kids from that summer camp. He took it back home to New Jersey, where he started playing with his friends, and creating a rulebook.
That kid was Joel Silver, the Hollywood producer who's better known for his work on blockbuster movies like 48 HoursLethal Weapon and Die Hard. In 1968, Silver was on the student council at Columbia High School in Maplewood, N.J.
"As a joke, I raised my hand in council one day and I said I move that we create a committee to investigate introducing Frisbee into the high school curriculum," Silver said. "Which of course everybody laughed and said, what a funny idea."
Frisbee did not become part of the curriculum. But Columbia High School did become the site of what's now considered the first game of Ultimate, between the student council and the school newspaper staff.
There's a monument to that first game a few blocks away, in a school parking lot, where the rules of Ultimate were tested and refined.

"It was somewhat of an anti-sport, anti-establishment game," said Heidi Hellring, who learned how to play Ultimate in that parking lot in the 1970s. Her brother, Buzzy Hellring, worked with Joel Silver on that first official rulebook. Before he died in a car accident, Heidi Hellring says her brother was like the sport's first promoter.
By the time Heidi Helling went to college in the mid-1970s, she says, the players were already more athletic.
"I couldn't believe how good they were," Hellring said. "They were doing these moves I'd never seen. They were real athletes, and they were just faster and better."
Ultimate has continued to get faster and better.
Joel Silver doesn't play anymore. But he's still a fan. Silver says he watched the college championships on TV this year.
"We didn't think it was gonna be that official," he said. "I hoped it would, but who would have known?"
The International Olympic Committee officially recognized Ultimate three years ago. And there's talk of adding the sport to the games — talk Joel Silver is happy to encourage.
"That would be the ultimate conclusion of Ultimate Frisbee."


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Monday, September 17, 2018

A Sense of Doubt blog post #1305 - Kieron Gillen's Best Tracks of 2017 - Musical Monday for 1809.17

A Sense of Doubt blog post #1305 - Kieron Gillen's Best Tracks of 2017 - Musical Monday for 1809.17

So, it has taken me until September to post the 2017 music review by a writer whose work I admire and whom I follow closely: Kieron Gillen.

Last year in January, I posted the review he did of best 2016 songs at the following link.


I like the collection of songs in the 2016 link more than these from 2017, even though there are some hidden gems and lots of interesting visual images, such as Fever Ray featured up top and below.

Unlike most Musical Monday mixes, I am not doing a track list for this one as Kieron's explanatory listing from his newsletter, which I have copied here, should suffice.

As for the 2016 best of post, I found two dead videos, so I updated those. I also discovered that I did not do a You Tube playlist for it -- STRANGE -- so I will probably rectify that soon as I think the mix is DOPE.

Anyway, here's the belated, long-awaited (at least by me), 2017 mix. ENJOY. (Video one click playlists links at the end).

FROM Kieron Gillen's newsletter - this one:
051: We Live In The Shadow Of A Book Avalanche


Since the early 00s I've been doing a Top 40 Tracks of the Year list. I originally started it as I wanted to give a large piece of writing for the regular blog readers as a Thank You, but it warped into its own tradition, with its own bits of ritualism to it. I am the writer of Phonogram. This shouldn't be a surprise.
Eventually, the ritualism got a bit too much, and last year I went a different way. I retired a bunch of incense, candles and human sacrifice, and removed the necessary State Of The Nation address to it. I made simple, harsh rules. I would take the playlist, arrange very roughly and then set an hour or so to write up some bits and pieces. Then, even if I hadn't written it all properly, I'll just lob it online. Reduce the scale of the exercise, so it doesn't lead to the track listing dropping towards the end of the year.
This suits it anyway. I'm a more casual music fan now than when I started the list, and even then I was at the end of my Living-Phonogram period. Yes, I was losing my edge before they released Losing My Edge.
The rules: One track per artist. If an artist is in multiple bands, they can appear in multiple spots. If an artist has done an album I love, I normally push the single entry a little higher. Normally stuff just released in 2017, though I'll usually find an excuse to write about anything I want to. Stuff that was released in 2016, but was only on an album in 2017, for example. Or maybe re-released. It's not as if you're going to fact check this.
Normally I try to keep a working playlist as I go through the year, and then do some research at the end of the year of shit I've missed. This year, that wasn't necessary, as Spotify have finally given me what I've clearly wanted forever. My standard ramble is how much I hate the Discover playlist, as it's got entirely the wrong name, and the algorithm is not working in any way I'd like. I don't need to “Discover” Pulp's Common People, let alone fucking Kula Shaker. Equally, no matter how much trashy pop I listen to, it never recommends any. I suspect it solely looks at demographic information from facebook and goes from that. I actually follow some of my younger and/or not male friends' Discover to actually get some genuine recommendations of stuff I don't already know.
However, while I'd love a Discover that works, what I'm most pleased with the release radar. As in, a playlist of stuff that's been recently put out by artists – any artists – you've ever listened to. I don't read the music press. I just need the reminder that – say – Bjork has a new record out. I see stuff, I add it to my own playlist, and come back to it when I have more time.
My scratch listening playlist this year was fairly hefty, which I used to cut down to the list that following. The whole thing has a lot of fun stuff, much of which I had given more time to. Go listen to that, if you wanna.
Or just leap into my Top 40 one here. The full list, plus notes, follow.
(Heh. This is the one which I've actually got problem editing to 40, which is a good problem to have. I've ended up editing up some stuff I love but I just haven't had a chance to listen to as much as I wanted – Bjork, Lamar, Downtown Boys (Whose cover of Dancing in the Dark was one of my 100% Top 5 tracks of the year, but not released this year) and so on. I just deleted two without even looking too hard. If my brain didn't scream “NO!” I needed to trim 'em. And Alvvays are ejected, and I'm done.)
These have all given me a bunch of joy in a bleak year. Or, often, given the bleakness a shimmer which made it almost bearable.
I love them, but not enough to proofread what I've just written about them. That would be silly.
40) Heavenward - Wolf Alice
Hey, Warren. I put this at the start of the list as it's the one I think you'll like. Get Your Cathedrals Of Sound Here.
39) Reincarnation - Susanne Sundfør
I didn't go as deeply into the album as I wanted to, and I believe I put Kamikaze in a similar place the year I discovered her, before proceeding to obsess over her Ten Love Songs for the following twelve months. Which is probably an omen.
38) Wot U Gonna Do? - Dizzee Rascal
I think I'm the only person who's been listening to Dizzee having a little post-Imperial Phase neurotic rant the mirror. I love note-to-self pop, which normally is about building yourself up. This really isn't. This rants, builds the problems up and finds no good answer, and little good anything. Key moment: the strings like a Hitchcockian blade in a shower at 1:30.
37) The T - (feat. Adore Delano) Alaska Thunderfuck
Yeah, I watched a lot of Drag Race this year.

36) Boyfriend (Repeat) - Confidence Man
As far as talked relationship songs go, less a kissing with confidence, more like a dismissing with confidence. I HATE BACON AND EGGS is an excellent lyric.
35) Doomsayer - Seeming
Bedroom Scott Walker symphony automythological pop.
34) Buried Guns - Out Lines
Basically, if you're Scottish and sound really fucking depressed and your mates are playing what sounds like a requiem for an early 80s Glaswegian record label, I'm there.
33) tonite - LCD Soundsystem
I never realised these artists thought so much about dying.” I have a comic to sell you, Mr Murphy.
32) Dramamine - Jeff Rosenstock
Marc Ellerby's favourite artist of the year, and it is the epitome of Marc Ellerby music. Two minutes long, with an albums' worth of rock ideas in it. Starting with a simple garage rock, and it expands to the point where the Flaming Lips space orchestra descending from the ceiling is not only a delight, but entirely natural.
31) Swish Swish - Katy Perry/Nicki Minaj
Weirdly long intro into an awesome one minute Nicki Minaj single, but I'll take it.
(I spent some time this year trying to work out if there was a way to just mix her bit in Monster into her bit in this. I did not succeed.)
30) 5 Flucloxacillin - Los Campesinos!
I used to write fanzines, right? Still someone I'd have on my lapel. The bit which catches me is the chorus' lyrics which read about a glorious baiting sneer of “They said if they had got the victory/They'd act with so much more humility... WELL I GUESS WE'LL NEVER KNOW” is sang like it's the worst thing in the world.
29) Resolution - Desperate Journalist
I love this, and the stadium-rock-in-miniature of it, its drama, its urgency.
28) Slip Away - Perfume Genius
I didn't go as deep into Perfume Genius as everyone else, which strikes me as odd. It's very much my thing. The Associates hanging around in a backroom of a bar and then, fifty seconds in a gathering of Nordic Trolls arrive carrying all the drums in the nine worlds and start banging them, but the Associates aren't going to let a little thing like the loudest percussion in existence distract them from their elegance.
27) Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex
I wasn't sure I would include this, but it came on shuffle last night when walking through the streets of London, and it turned the skyline into cinematography and I got my reflected indie movie feelings, and inevitably wanted cigarettes, sex and the end of the world.
26) Pa’lante - Hurray For The Riff Raff
This is astounding. Guaranteed shivers by the end of the record, honest.
25) Not About - You Haiku Hands
Yes, Katie, I have listened to it.
24) Your Wife - Self Esteem
Not what I'd have expected next from Rebecca Slow Club, but as I hadn't listened to Slow Club since the first couple of records, my expectations are desperately out of date. Maybe Rebecca was all about smart, slinky poise before now? I'm sorry, Rebecca. I've been working like crazy.
23) Love - Lana Del Rey
When watching the new Twin Peaks, I just kept on thinking “Man, it must sting for Del Rey to not have played out an episode.”
22) The Underside of Power - Algiers
I got mildly obsessed with the optimistic political pop music of the 80s. Aztec Camera doing Good Morning Britain. Basically half the stuff by the Style Council. How inspiring it was, and how jealous I was of the level of naivete, in the belief we were capable of being better rather than collapsing. This scratches a similar musical itch, but has the lack of delusions that being alive in 2017 gives you.
21) Ice Cream and Sunscreen - Martha
GentlestrumgentlestrumwinsomeandfeyandTHENTHEYLOCATETHEFUZZPEDALANDTHEDRUMS!!!!! So zine-kid pop it makes me want me to put a pair of staples in my stomach, fold myself double, cover myself in glitter and write in nonsensical metaphors that swap enthusiasm for making any fucking sense.
20) Long Live the Chief - Jidenna
Glorious brags over a Slinky coiling its way down the steps, as recorded by a 16-bit sampler and played through a stadium stack. Wonderful.
19) Andrew Eldritch Is Moving Back to Leeds - The Mountain Goats
Inevitable inclusion, inevitably a delight.
18) You Want Love - The Afghan Whigs
Until starting to pull together this list, I didn't know this was a cover, and I didn't know the Whigs' Dave Rosser had passed, and this recorded in his honour. I didn't know. Yet simultaneously, I somehow did.
17) Big For Your Boots - Stormzy
All confidence, power and grace, completely convincing to me. The sort of song that makes me wish I had a car, so I could drive and listen to it.
16) Look at Your Hands - Tune-Yards
Tune-Yards records feel like some manner of aural videogame, like something that Jeff Minter would cook up, based around rewarding your attention to detail and your interest in immersing in the context of flow.
15) It's Okay To Cry - SOPHIE
Everyone needs a friend like SOPHIE is here. Thanks to anyone who's been a SOPHIE, and SOPHIE reminding me to be a SOPHIE more often.
14) Exhumed - Zola Jesus
End of the World pop.
13) Real Death - Mount Eerie
End of the world.
12) Venus Fly - Grimes/Janelle Monae
Obviously last year, but was released with a single this year. And a video. A berserk video! In my head, if Minerva and Persephone ever have a fight, it'd look like this. I played it when I was DJing, and it worked exactly as well as I'd hope.
11) Straight Boy - Shamir
Not just 180 degrees from (the immortal) On The Regular. Like, 11800 from On The Regular, rotating sufficiently quickly to mine into a different dimension where Shamir has things to talk about, and a weary sense that the words won't make any difference.
10) Boys - Charli XCX
My aim this year is to try the Charli excuse when failing to hand in a script. “Kieron – we're waiting on Space Fight 65. WTF IS GOING ON?” “Sorry. I haven't done it.” “Why?!!?!” “I wish I had a good excuse, like my dog ate it, or I was smashing up a hotel room, but I was thinking about boys.” “Boy?” “Boys.” Boys!?” “Boys.” “Oh. Kieron, you and your boy thinking. Now, get it in for Monday, and we'll let it go, this once.”
9) Everything English Is the Enemy - The Indelicates
Suffice to say, the Indelicates aren't taking Brexit well.
8) Masseduction - St. Vincent
We're well into the Whole Album Is Great area now. St Vincent in the Talking Heads art pop mode, and the horror in her high croons that haunted Cruel turned to something a lot more defiant.
7) Homemade Dynamite - Lorde
Tricky to pick a track from this one. Lorde had her bangers, but the album is interested in much darker terrain. Writer In The Dark walks a line between starkness and melodrama with an admirable verve. Let's go with this though, an inadvisable hymn to making your own explosives.
6) On Hold - The xx
In short: The xx are bored of moping in their bedrooms. They're off to the dancefloor to have a good hard mope and fail to navigate a not-relationship successful. The swell from 30 seconds to a minute is the real butterfly wing moment.
5) Well Done - IDLES
2016, but the album was 2017. Ludocrat Comrade Rossignol noted Mother had the immortal lyric of “The best way to scare a Ttory is to read and get rich,” but I love the Brutalism of this. Sometimes the only reasonable reaction to the world is sarcasm so acute it scours cities of human life leaving only the buildings. A mid-point between McLusky and Gallows, I was entirely surprised they were a Bristol band – and the politics, the angles, the rage, the humour all made me miss that city more than I have for a decade.
By this point, basically you're in “Any of these could be number one territory” by the way.
4) Love You So Bad - Ezra Furman
I only got into Ezra Furman this year, and desperately wanted to include something. But there were new records! Then this drops in November, and we're saved. Basically, Hefner Does Springsteen, with a zinekids sense of wit and a novelist's precision. This makes me to go and take a college class, just so I can have a folder, and spend lectures scrawling choice lyrics from this in the back in black biro.
3) Cut To The Feeling - Carly Rae Jepsen
There's an odd curse we have when DJing. Obviously Call Me Maybe is always enormous, but any time anyone else has played anything by Carly the floor has been flat at best. This broke that curse, and was fucking huge. This gives me emotions too big for a human body, like a cosmic entity has possessed me, some avatar of pop come to Earth in its belief it can improve us all, leaves me Dionysus hearted, makes me cut to the feeling, makes me amazed we get to be alive, we get to have this.
2) Space Carnival - The Comet Is Coming
2016, I believe, but there was a special edition of the album in 2017, probably, I haven't checked. This is... well, my Doctor Aphra soundtrack. If there was a TV show, the credits, the sophisticated, the playfulness and - as you hit that two minute mark – the utter frenzy. I've never played it when I've DJed, as I'm a little twitchy over over it just being too obscure, but I'm going to put it here, you're all going to get into it, and then we're going to have the best Bacchanalian throw-down in the whole galaxy.
1) To the Moon and Back - Fever Ray
The first Fever Ray album was my Hel album. It wasn't end of the world music. It was post-apocalyptic music. It was post life music. It was all endless fogbanks and figures, half shadow, making their way through it. Bleak is too small. So...
Hey! Remember me,” says Karin, “I've been busy working like crazy...”
This is not that Fever Ray. This is closer to the Knife musically, but without the cold distance and horror which made Silent Shout into a classic. This responds to the sheer impossible hell that is 2017 with utter defiance, a joy in the face of Armageddon. We have seconds left? Let's make them the best seconds we can. Nothing sounds as delighted, as life-affirming, even innocent this year as her “I want to run my fingers up your pussy.”
No fucks to give. But fucks, to give, to share.
We're in this together and all we have is each other is both a curse and a blessing. It's been easy to remember the first half of that. This reminds me of the second, and as such is absolutely necessary.

A Sense of Doubt blog post #1305 - Kieron Gillen's Best Tracks of 2017 - Musical Monday for 1809.17

(that's a link to the You Tube playlist and here's the video link to the whole playlist)


- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1809.17 - 10:10

- Days ago = 1171 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I plan to continue Hey Mom posts at least twice per week but will continue to post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1115 - HEY MOM REPRINT - A Room of my Own

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1115 - HEY MOM REPRINT - A Room of my Own

I really feel no guilt or shame at all for doing reprints when this makes entry 1303 on this blog and 1115 of HEY MOM. I did some good HEY MOM  stuff and rather than taking a day off, I like reprinting in this fashion as a sort of day off. I thought this one was pretty good.


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #111 - A room of my own

Hi Mom, It's Sunday and that means finding as much free time in the day to observe a day of rest as possible. I did homework this morning. I did work for my job. I did house work, though not as much as Liesel has done this weekend; she's been a dynamo, and I am very appreciative of her. But my usual laundry and cleaning the kitchen. Soon, I will make the coffee as we go to bed with our usual Sunday night activity: viewing The Walking Dead.

I am in my office in our house. I am supervising and participating in the second of two fantasy basketball drafts. It's that time of year.

Here's a photo that Dad shared with me recently of my very first bedroom in the house trailer in Midland on the lot next to his parents' house. I am reminded of this because of the importance of having my own office to be able to work. However, I wish our house was a bit bigger as Liesel deserves to have her own room, too. My first office of married life was Dad's old office in the Tower room of the West Gull Lake Drive house that we rented for the first two years of our marriage.

See the dresser? I still have that dresser, and I am using it. The toys have passed into obscurity. You will remember, Mom, but readers will have to look closely to identify Popeye over the shoulder of that large boy doll with his legs sticking out.

In the picture, it's Easter time as evidenced by the decorations, which we still have and we still use. You were so good about preserving such things.

I wish I had more pictures like this, simple photos of the rooms of the past.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.
Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.
- Days ago = 113 days ago
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1510.25 - 19:39

Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.


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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1809.16 - 10:10

NEW (written 1708.27) NOTE on time: I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of your death, Mom, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of your death, Mom. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

A Sense of Doubt blog post #1303 - Sat - ART - day, as in art on Saturday

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A Sense of Doubt blog post #1303 - Sat - ART - day, as in art on Saturday

Time to clear out more images in the blog folder with another ALL ART SATURDAY.

There's something satisfying even somewhat hypnotic about looking at a series of interesting, thought-provoking, alluring, and often pretty if not evocative images. Here's today's selection with occasional notes or credits.

I tried to limit my selections, but this is a pretty big one.

This first set is a group of "unnamed" images and GIFs.

This is a photo I took.  My friend Wayne Chambliss said it looked like a still from an imaginary adaptation of MOBY DICK by Bela Tarr, which made me smile.

That talk I have to write is a looming Thing in my head. I haven't given a talk about comics in many years. And I work without slides, because I never learned how to do them but I have learned that people show up to talks with slides and then technical issues fuck it all up for them. So I write the talks in advance and read them off a Kindle.

I haven't actually given a prepared talk on any subject in a year or so. This time last year I was doing two in a row, one in Amsterdam and one in Utrecht. I don't think anyone's asked for one since? I may be misremembering. But this year has been so full speed that I wouldn't have fit one in anyway. So I'm a little rusty.

So I need to work out what this talk is about, and I need it to be okay that it's talking about a visual narrative medium -- the usual "dancing about architecture" problem.

It's hard to talk about, say, the utter inspired purity of the last panel in this sequence, where David Lloyd tilts the POV to lend sudden inexorable falling velocity to V going for Almond. But we'll see.

From V for Venedetta

David Jackson, wherever you are -- I once again looked at that short you did with writer Alan Booth back in 1984, and you were mighty.


Willie Mays

My work keyboard desktop - St. Antoine - 1701.11

Planet 9

planet forming around a binary star

Preacher - Tula Lotay

Quiet People

Annie Lennox - Savage - Eurthymics

SF classic art 70s Josh Kirby

Sin City Frank Miller The Hard Goodbye

Sushi Dinner 1702.28

SF 1970s John Berkey

Os Tincoãs - Deixa A Gira Girar


Adrian Tomine


Noodle via Sarah 1808.17

Noodle via Sarah 1808.20


Rowan Tree Building

Hulk Eats Defenders 89 Perlin-Marcos

Hyogo Japan godive2000 via Ellis

Icarus - Vision

Ideas Can Change the World


Injection 13

Jack Kirby by Michael Golden

Jon Juarez_home


Julie Newmar


Kitty Pryde - Mark Brooks


- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1809.15 - 10:10

- Days ago =  1169 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I plan to continue Hey Mom posts at least twice per week but will continue to post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.