Got to love the Lusty Lady...
Just because someone’s vowed to be faithful doesn’t mean that vow is being upheld. Many married men like to flirt—boldly, publicly, and provocatively—as if to say, “I can chat you up and turn you on, maybe even fuck you, then go home to my wife.” From the safety of their relationships, guys like these get to have their cake and eat pussy too. Their wedding rings are supposed to signal to potential mistresses that they're only available for sex. Sadly, many people see this as business as usual. Cheating husbands are such a cliché I feel silly even mentioning them. When I witness such behavior, I always wonder if their wives know what they’re up to and simply don’t care.
Apr 2, 2005
Holy Aladdin Batman, what next?!?!
An advertisement on the US government’s Federal Business Opportunities website is inviting applications for someone to develop an “original comic book series.”
“In order to achieve long-term peace and stability in the Middle East, the youth need to be reached,” the ad says.
An advertisement on the US government’s Federal Business Opportunities website is inviting applications for someone to develop an “original comic book series.”
“In order to achieve long-term peace and stability in the Middle East, the youth need to be reached,” the ad says.
Mar 30, 2005
Mar 26, 2005
It never bothered Sister Mary Elephant...
Nearly half of the country’s secondary school teachers have suffered mental health problems due to worsening pupil behaviour, a survey has revealed.
The research, by the Association of Teachers and Lecturers, on 300 secondary school teachers, showed that abuse at the hands of pupils had left 46 per cent taking antidepressants or facing long lay-offs from school through stress.
What?!?! You don’t know who Sister Mary Elephant is?
Look here...
Nearly half of the country’s secondary school teachers have suffered mental health problems due to worsening pupil behaviour, a survey has revealed.
The research, by the Association of Teachers and Lecturers, on 300 secondary school teachers, showed that abuse at the hands of pupils had left 46 per cent taking antidepressants or facing long lay-offs from school through stress.
What?!?! You don’t know who Sister Mary Elephant is?
Look here...
Mar 25, 2005
Something of note...
“When Greenspan takes the stage today [February 17], he will fail to mention the following disconnect. On Tuesday, the California Association of Realtors discussed the homebuyer income gap index. California households, with a median household income of $53,240, are $56,070 short of the $109,320 qualifying income needed to purchase a median priced home at $470,920 in the state. [In 2001, the median U.S. family’s pretax income was $39,900] The realtors’ homebuyer income gap index for California increased 41.6% during the fourth quarter of 2004 compared to the fourth quarter of 2003, when the gap stood at $39,610, the median household income was $51,860, and qualifying income needed to purchase a median-priced home at $390,250 was $91,460. At $84,690 the San Francisco Bay Area had the highest gap in the state since potential homebuyers had, in 2004, a median household income of $67,750 but needed qualifying income of $152,440 to purchase a median-priced home at $656,690.”
A snippet from the rather interesting Housing Bubble blog.
“When Greenspan takes the stage today [February 17], he will fail to mention the following disconnect. On Tuesday, the California Association of Realtors discussed the homebuyer income gap index. California households, with a median household income of $53,240, are $56,070 short of the $109,320 qualifying income needed to purchase a median priced home at $470,920 in the state. [In 2001, the median U.S. family’s pretax income was $39,900] The realtors’ homebuyer income gap index for California increased 41.6% during the fourth quarter of 2004 compared to the fourth quarter of 2003, when the gap stood at $39,610, the median household income was $51,860, and qualifying income needed to purchase a median-priced home at $390,250 was $91,460. At $84,690 the San Francisco Bay Area had the highest gap in the state since potential homebuyers had, in 2004, a median household income of $67,750 but needed qualifying income of $152,440 to purchase a median-priced home at $656,690.”
A snippet from the rather interesting Housing Bubble blog.
The taming of the beast...
“In the ’80s we had crackheads, prostitutes, we got no help from anyone. We survived all that,” he said. “Now they just want us to go away.”
New York has undergone great change over the last decade, it’s gotten cleaner without a doubt and safer too as the declining murder rate seems to indicate.
Manhattan in particular is rapidly being homogenized, taking on many of the negative aspects of the rest of the country. Maybe, it’s an attempt to make the city more of a ‘fun park.’ It’s funny, in Vegas there is a New York, New York hotel which tries to capture a charm which may not even exist anymore.
In the last fifteen years, I’ve seen the flower district just about vanish, the fur district disappear, the meat district shrink to a paltry block or two. Working downtown, you can see the Fulton Fish Market is still in operation but, you have to wonder about how long it will stay where it is.
So many Manhattan commercial areas predate any residential development but, it seems whenever people begin settling in these neighborhoods, the new residents develop a case of the NIMBY’s and don’t want the commercial activity which preceded them to continue. Over the last few weeks I have been commiserating with my peers about the rapidly changing landscape of New York city. The lighting and restaurant district along the Bowery seems to be shrinking too, never in my wildest imaginings did I think the Bowery would be reclaimed but, it’s looking more and more like the rest of the city.
The original draw of the city was that it was a melting pot and a gateway to the world, I fear those days are gone and the city is becoming a pale shadow of what it was.
“In the ’80s we had crackheads, prostitutes, we got no help from anyone. We survived all that,” he said. “Now they just want us to go away.”
New York has undergone great change over the last decade, it’s gotten cleaner without a doubt and safer too as the declining murder rate seems to indicate.
Manhattan in particular is rapidly being homogenized, taking on many of the negative aspects of the rest of the country. Maybe, it’s an attempt to make the city more of a ‘fun park.’ It’s funny, in Vegas there is a New York, New York hotel which tries to capture a charm which may not even exist anymore.
In the last fifteen years, I’ve seen the flower district just about vanish, the fur district disappear, the meat district shrink to a paltry block or two. Working downtown, you can see the Fulton Fish Market is still in operation but, you have to wonder about how long it will stay where it is.
So many Manhattan commercial areas predate any residential development but, it seems whenever people begin settling in these neighborhoods, the new residents develop a case of the NIMBY’s and don’t want the commercial activity which preceded them to continue. Over the last few weeks I have been commiserating with my peers about the rapidly changing landscape of New York city. The lighting and restaurant district along the Bowery seems to be shrinking too, never in my wildest imaginings did I think the Bowery would be reclaimed but, it’s looking more and more like the rest of the city.
The original draw of the city was that it was a melting pot and a gateway to the world, I fear those days are gone and the city is becoming a pale shadow of what it was.
Mar 24, 2005
Doesn’t the government have better things to occupy themselves with...
“This is a sad day for Terri,” Michael Schiavo, Terri’s husband, told ABC’s Good Morning America earlier today. “But I’ll tell you what: it's also is a sad day for everyone in this country because the United States government is going to come in and trample all over your personal family matters.”
James Ridgeway’s article on the Terri Schiavo case from the Village Voice.
“This is a sad day for Terri,” Michael Schiavo, Terri’s husband, told ABC’s Good Morning America earlier today. “But I’ll tell you what: it's also is a sad day for everyone in this country because the United States government is going to come in and trample all over your personal family matters.”
James Ridgeway’s article on the Terri Schiavo case from the Village Voice.
Mar 23, 2005
A prospect of truly alarming proportions
“If Republicans win on the nuclear option, they could get John Ashcroft confirmed as chief justice.”
The irony here is I’m a registered GOP member and this is something I find totally unsettling - there are checks and balances in the three branches of government for a reason.
“If Republicans win on the nuclear option, they could get John Ashcroft confirmed as chief justice.”
The irony here is I’m a registered GOP member and this is something I find totally unsettling - there are checks and balances in the three branches of government for a reason.
Another interesting snippet
Wal-Mart is like the Death Star—you can wipe them out, but they’ll be back.
Ah, but they haven’t been able to stop Home Depot.
(added later)Stupid MapQuest!
Wal-Mart is like the Death Star—you can wipe them out, but they’ll be back.
Ah, but they haven’t been able to stop Home Depot.
(added later)Stupid MapQuest!
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Mar 18, 2005
On baseball...
“It’s a sad day and a loss for this organization because he gave so much,” Mets catcher Mike Piazza said. “Joe always did what was asked of him and picked up the slack when necessary. But he’s a positive guy, and I’m sure he’s going to end up somewhere that’s good for him”
“At least he’s got a couple of weeks to hook up with another team. I think he’d be a valuable asset to any team because he’s a good teammate and can play practically any position.”
Mike lamenting the departure of Super Joe - as a fan, all I can say is that Super Joe was fun to watch. The smile on his face made no secret of how much fun he was having playing ball and you couldn’t help but be infected by his glee and love for the game. I was watching an exhibition game a few days back and the announcers were commenting on just such a thing happening in the Mets releasing Super Joe. They observed even when his playing career comes to an end, he’ll probably wind up as a coach. I can’t think of a man better suited for the job.
Speaking for Mets fans everywhere, thanks for the last five years and we wish you the best of luck Super Joe.
“It’s a sad day and a loss for this organization because he gave so much,” Mets catcher Mike Piazza said. “Joe always did what was asked of him and picked up the slack when necessary. But he’s a positive guy, and I’m sure he’s going to end up somewhere that’s good for him”
“At least he’s got a couple of weeks to hook up with another team. I think he’d be a valuable asset to any team because he’s a good teammate and can play practically any position.”
Mike lamenting the departure of Super Joe - as a fan, all I can say is that Super Joe was fun to watch. The smile on his face made no secret of how much fun he was having playing ball and you couldn’t help but be infected by his glee and love for the game. I was watching an exhibition game a few days back and the announcers were commenting on just such a thing happening in the Mets releasing Super Joe. They observed even when his playing career comes to an end, he’ll probably wind up as a coach. I can’t think of a man better suited for the job.
Speaking for Mets fans everywhere, thanks for the last five years and we wish you the best of luck Super Joe.
Mar 13, 2005
Who’d thunk it?
Three cats and a truckload of stuff later...
Mother nature cooperated by providing us with the first taste of spring today. R's friend had sent two of his friends along to help out with the move (he has a barbershop and Saturday is his busy day). Both of the guys were Southsiders who had lived in the neighborhood since the late 60's. They had a different view of the gentrification of Williamsburg than most.
Have two years gone by already? At times it seems longer, at times it seems shorter - I can’t believe it. Two years of my inanities out there for the world to see.
I don’t feel any closer to where I want to be either - that’s bad.
Three cats and a truckload of stuff later...
Mother nature cooperated by providing us with the first taste of spring today. R's friend had sent two of his friends along to help out with the move (he has a barbershop and Saturday is his busy day). Both of the guys were Southsiders who had lived in the neighborhood since the late 60's. They had a different view of the gentrification of Williamsburg than most.
Have two years gone by already? At times it seems longer, at times it seems shorter - I can’t believe it. Two years of my inanities out there for the world to see.
I don’t feel any closer to where I want to be either - that’s bad.
The perils of sleep deprivation.
So, I’ve been working nights over the last few weeks. This is not something bad, I actually enjoy this a bit. Working an exclusively night shift is a bit better than working those day shifts than extend into a night shift - the ones where you are in the office by 10am and out very, very late.
Night shift means some days you are around when the sun comes up and sometimes you are out before midnight, the point is working that night shift means a day rarely goes longer than 13 hours and 13 hours is usually the exception.
Night shift also means I drive into the city which can or can’t be enjoyable depending upon traffic conditions but, coming home is generally blissful and quick. Nobody is on the road at the end of your day and actually I find it takes me significantly less time to commute home than it would during normal hours - normal rush hour commute time being somewhere between an hour and fifteen to an hour and forty five minutes versus about forty minutes door to door.
The day turns into a quieter experience overall, there aren’t office politics on night shifts generally, most people aren’t around for the entirety of the shift and generally it’s just a matter of going into the office and getting your work done.
I have to admit there’s something about “the quiet” aspect of the night shift that I enjoy. The city is more peaceful and serene too. New York is truly one of the most beautiful places you could imagine, especially late at night when a calm descends on her. The lights in the buildings are gorgeous, the streets serene, there’s just a different aspect to the city when you’re not trying to play dodge with all the other people to get where you need to be.
But, there are drawbacks...
Working night shift, your sleep cycle is never really regular. What I mean to say, at least for me, is that I find myself either wide awake or absolutely exhausted at the oddest hours. If a day goes exceptionally long, I’ll try to cram in some of life’s more mundane chores (laundry, post office, etc...) at the end of the day - morning to the rest of the world and wind up getting to sleep around 11 or noon only to wake up a few hours later to go back in.
Other times I’ll just get home and sleep through most of the morning waking up sometime early in the afternoon and slowly getting myself together to get ready for the ‘day.’
Certainly though, one is on a completely different schedule than the majority of the planet and that’s where the problem as well as the charm of things lie. Days off are relegated to returning to a more normal sleep pattern or at least catching up on sleep to the point of not walking around feeling like a walking zombie.
So, if anyone wonders, it’s not a slight of any kind, I’m just in a constant state of adjustment which should be ending soon.
So, I’ve been working nights over the last few weeks. This is not something bad, I actually enjoy this a bit. Working an exclusively night shift is a bit better than working those day shifts than extend into a night shift - the ones where you are in the office by 10am and out very, very late.
Night shift means some days you are around when the sun comes up and sometimes you are out before midnight, the point is working that night shift means a day rarely goes longer than 13 hours and 13 hours is usually the exception.
Night shift also means I drive into the city which can or can’t be enjoyable depending upon traffic conditions but, coming home is generally blissful and quick. Nobody is on the road at the end of your day and actually I find it takes me significantly less time to commute home than it would during normal hours - normal rush hour commute time being somewhere between an hour and fifteen to an hour and forty five minutes versus about forty minutes door to door.
The day turns into a quieter experience overall, there aren’t office politics on night shifts generally, most people aren’t around for the entirety of the shift and generally it’s just a matter of going into the office and getting your work done.
I have to admit there’s something about “the quiet” aspect of the night shift that I enjoy. The city is more peaceful and serene too. New York is truly one of the most beautiful places you could imagine, especially late at night when a calm descends on her. The lights in the buildings are gorgeous, the streets serene, there’s just a different aspect to the city when you’re not trying to play dodge with all the other people to get where you need to be.
But, there are drawbacks...
Working night shift, your sleep cycle is never really regular. What I mean to say, at least for me, is that I find myself either wide awake or absolutely exhausted at the oddest hours. If a day goes exceptionally long, I’ll try to cram in some of life’s more mundane chores (laundry, post office, etc...) at the end of the day - morning to the rest of the world and wind up getting to sleep around 11 or noon only to wake up a few hours later to go back in.
Other times I’ll just get home and sleep through most of the morning waking up sometime early in the afternoon and slowly getting myself together to get ready for the ‘day.’
Certainly though, one is on a completely different schedule than the majority of the planet and that’s where the problem as well as the charm of things lie. Days off are relegated to returning to a more normal sleep pattern or at least catching up on sleep to the point of not walking around feeling like a walking zombie.
So, if anyone wonders, it’s not a slight of any kind, I’m just in a constant state of adjustment which should be ending soon.
Mar 12, 2005
Speaking of time
There apparently is some kind of glitch in the blogger app where the clock with posting times doesn’t seem to be updating to the current time. Consequently, if I leave the browser up and running (although long since logged off) the time remains the same and there a bunch of entries seemingly made in a short spurt (which couldn’t be further from the truth).
There apparently is some kind of glitch in the blogger app where the clock with posting times doesn’t seem to be updating to the current time. Consequently, if I leave the browser up and running (although long since logged off) the time remains the same and there a bunch of entries seemingly made in a short spurt (which couldn’t be further from the truth).
What time is it?
The other day I started writing a postcard to an old friend. This is a friend of mine who I met in 1974! Geeeezuuuzzzz! That’s over 30 years ago now!
So, I started writing this card and I was wondering about the nature of time. Not knowing how all those years could pass by seemingly so quickly, I was just aimlessly speculating with this person about whether or not time could be considered in something other than the abstract. There’s all this terminology which makes reference to time as something more concrete than the reality of this shapeless, formless principle which rules our lives.
It’s one of the things rolling around in my head, I’ve always gone up to people older than myself and asked them how they perceive the passage of time and it’s interesting how rapidly the days get progressively the older one gets. When you’re a child and have logged so few hours to measure your life against, each new day is a gigantic marker, months are an eternity and the years, eons.
Now, middle aged, the days pass by like signposts along a highway at 50 miles per hour. I can only imagine how the EYOC perceives these things.
So, the other night I happened to be in the car driving home and I heard this show. - [real player required]
Einstein’s Theory of Relativity may have implications on the concept of choice. Namely, that there is none. Do we choose what movie to see tonight? No. (It’s already been chosen, some say.) Do we choose to wiggle our finger? No. (Already wiggled.) This hour of Radio Lab features conversations with scientists and an entire cast of characters who are all waging battle against time – or at least the common sense view of time. We’ll visit a particle accelerator where scientists recreate the moment just after the beginning of time… and also a Dublin artist whose life is a 19 century time-experiment. We end in the Mojave desert, where geologic time flows like a frozen hourglass.
It was an amazing bit of synchronicity and a very enjoyable listen if you have (of course) the time.
The other day I started writing a postcard to an old friend. This is a friend of mine who I met in 1974! Geeeezuuuzzzz! That’s over 30 years ago now!
So, I started writing this card and I was wondering about the nature of time. Not knowing how all those years could pass by seemingly so quickly, I was just aimlessly speculating with this person about whether or not time could be considered in something other than the abstract. There’s all this terminology which makes reference to time as something more concrete than the reality of this shapeless, formless principle which rules our lives.
It’s one of the things rolling around in my head, I’ve always gone up to people older than myself and asked them how they perceive the passage of time and it’s interesting how rapidly the days get progressively the older one gets. When you’re a child and have logged so few hours to measure your life against, each new day is a gigantic marker, months are an eternity and the years, eons.
Now, middle aged, the days pass by like signposts along a highway at 50 miles per hour. I can only imagine how the EYOC perceives these things.
So, the other night I happened to be in the car driving home and I heard this show. - [real player required]
Einstein’s Theory of Relativity may have implications on the concept of choice. Namely, that there is none. Do we choose what movie to see tonight? No. (It’s already been chosen, some say.) Do we choose to wiggle our finger? No. (Already wiggled.) This hour of Radio Lab features conversations with scientists and an entire cast of characters who are all waging battle against time – or at least the common sense view of time. We’ll visit a particle accelerator where scientists recreate the moment just after the beginning of time… and also a Dublin artist whose life is a 19 century time-experiment. We end in the Mojave desert, where geologic time flows like a frozen hourglass.
It was an amazing bit of synchronicity and a very enjoyable listen if you have (of course) the time.
Mar 11, 2005
The Road Less Traveled...
Every once in awhile, I’ll just hit the next blog button to see where I wind up. This time, it was the blog of some fifteen year old out in California (I think). Talk about your alien worlds, I really felt like a stranger in a strange land looking through that one. It linked to the blogs of other teenage girls where I found this gem:
He’s a bastard!
He sux!
Why must he always do things that agitate people?!
The way he expresses himself makes me angrier!
The way he looks at people, the way he talks
You can slap across his bloody face and curse his cock!
Today’s P.E.,
I yelled and swore at him
Son of a bitch!
Out of mid, out of sight!
Fuck off! si liuyang! KNNCB!
Which actually had me laughing a good deal.
I imagine I’ve officially moved into the “crotchety phase” of life as I find it hard to put stock in the musings of someone who probably can’t remember a president before Bill Clinton. Then again, it’s not that far off from the people who are going to be in the graduating class of ’05.
How scary.
The Soviet Union is ancient history. There was never a time when there wasn’t an internet or cell phones. Lord, the next thing you know I’ll be like that Dana Carvey character - “In my day...”
Grumpy Old Man: I’m old and I’m not happy. Everything today is improved and I don’t like it. I hate it! In my day we didn’t have hair dryers. If you wanted to blow dry your hair you stood outside during a hurricane. Your hair was dry but you had a sharp piece of wood driven clear through your skull and that’s the way it was and you liked it! You loved it. Whoopee, I'm a human head-kabob. We didn't have Manoxidol and Hair Wings, in my day if your hair started falling out when you were 16 by 19 you were a bald freak. There was nothing you could do about it. Children would spit at you and nobody would mate with you so you couldn’t pass on your disgusting baldness genes. You were a public menace, a crome dome by age 20 and that’s the way it was and we liked it! We loved it. Hallelujiah look at me, I’m a bald freak oh happy day! Not like today, everybody feeling good about themselves. I hate it! In my day we didn’t have these thin laytex condoms. So you could enjoy sexual pleasure. In my day there was only one kind of condom. You took a rabbit skin and wrapped around your privates and tied it off with a bungee cord and you couldn't feel nothing! And half the time you didn't even know your partner was there. And we used the same one over and over again! ’Cause we were ignorant morons! Just a bunch of hairless, head-kabobs standing around with rabbit skins on our dinks and that's the way we liked it!
Everytime I think about stuff like this, I can’t say I have the desire to turn back the clock and be fifteen again but, I wouldn’t mind being in my thirties once more. Einstein should have had some kind of theorum about the passage of time as one gets older because time certainly seems to go by faster and faster.
The kids doing time in Iraq now (the ones in their twenties anyway), were born during Reagan’s second term - that’s a really scary thought.
Every once in awhile, I’ll just hit the next blog button to see where I wind up. This time, it was the blog of some fifteen year old out in California (I think). Talk about your alien worlds, I really felt like a stranger in a strange land looking through that one. It linked to the blogs of other teenage girls where I found this gem:
He’s a bastard!
He sux!
Why must he always do things that agitate people?!
The way he expresses himself makes me angrier!
The way he looks at people, the way he talks
You can slap across his bloody face and curse his cock!
Today’s P.E.,
I yelled and swore at him
Son of a bitch!
Out of mid, out of sight!
Fuck off! si liuyang! KNNCB!
Which actually had me laughing a good deal.
I imagine I’ve officially moved into the “crotchety phase” of life as I find it hard to put stock in the musings of someone who probably can’t remember a president before Bill Clinton. Then again, it’s not that far off from the people who are going to be in the graduating class of ’05.
How scary.
The Soviet Union is ancient history. There was never a time when there wasn’t an internet or cell phones. Lord, the next thing you know I’ll be like that Dana Carvey character - “In my day...”
Grumpy Old Man: I’m old and I’m not happy. Everything today is improved and I don’t like it. I hate it! In my day we didn’t have hair dryers. If you wanted to blow dry your hair you stood outside during a hurricane. Your hair was dry but you had a sharp piece of wood driven clear through your skull and that’s the way it was and you liked it! You loved it. Whoopee, I'm a human head-kabob. We didn't have Manoxidol and Hair Wings, in my day if your hair started falling out when you were 16 by 19 you were a bald freak. There was nothing you could do about it. Children would spit at you and nobody would mate with you so you couldn’t pass on your disgusting baldness genes. You were a public menace, a crome dome by age 20 and that’s the way it was and we liked it! We loved it. Hallelujiah look at me, I’m a bald freak oh happy day! Not like today, everybody feeling good about themselves. I hate it! In my day we didn’t have these thin laytex condoms. So you could enjoy sexual pleasure. In my day there was only one kind of condom. You took a rabbit skin and wrapped around your privates and tied it off with a bungee cord and you couldn't feel nothing! And half the time you didn't even know your partner was there. And we used the same one over and over again! ’Cause we were ignorant morons! Just a bunch of hairless, head-kabobs standing around with rabbit skins on our dinks and that's the way we liked it!
Everytime I think about stuff like this, I can’t say I have the desire to turn back the clock and be fifteen again but, I wouldn’t mind being in my thirties once more. Einstein should have had some kind of theorum about the passage of time as one gets older because time certainly seems to go by faster and faster.
The kids doing time in Iraq now (the ones in their twenties anyway), were born during Reagan’s second term - that’s a really scary thought.
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