Archive for December, 2013

Hi kids. Back in DC from my beloved Southland and I want to talk about napalm for a minute. I may delete this later so if you’re interested read it while you can.

Not the actual weapon napalm, but the slang use for just destroying something by fire. Because I had a few conversations when I was home that led me to the conclusion that I tend not to employ napalm and — with a few nights of going back and forth wondering if I should — I’m fairly comfortable with that. Here’s why.

Not long ago, after finally letting someone know that I was really over their behavior and thought them a fairly poor example of humanity (I was a little more colorful in telling them than that), this person took it upon themselves to send a charming email to my siblings (they had culled the email address from mass emails I had sent over the years and had never met any of them personally. So, ya know, warning about not BCCing I guess). Now, I thought after several years of negotiating their crap behavior, I was within my rights to just finally tell them what I thought and be done with it. But narcissists being what they are (and he was one), he wasn’t about to let it go without getting one last dig in. Napalm. Horrible email attacking the one thing that was sacrosanct: my relationship with my family. Now, in hindsight, the email was really just a (boringly long) whiny missive about how bad I am, even though at that point I hadn’t even seen this person in a few years. Just a lot of, “And then she made me feel bad!” nonsense. You’ll forgive my crassness but my first thought — being the Southern woman I am — when I read the email (because I was copied. No sense in stabbing someone in the heart if they can’t watch the blade go in.) was, “Oh Jesus, grow a pair already.” And I thought nothing of it because my family knows me and I figured they’d take more of an issue with my horrible taste in people than anything else.

But then…

As I was home, one of my brothers actually expressed concern, really of the “you have horrible taste in people and I’m worried about you in a city full of really terrible people” flavor, but nonetheless the napalm had hit home. Not the way it was intended because I think the general whiny-ness of the email from a man to men like my brothers was not lost on them. But it partly worked. I hesitate to write that because the dude, if he reads this (and he will), will pat himself on the back for his “win”. Because that’s the kind of quality character he possesses. But it got me to thinking: I had ways to do the same to him — and probably worse, pictures being what they are — and I chose not to…

Then, a girlfriend of mine, as I was relaying a story about a situation that arose where I actually had to consult a lawyer to extract myself from a bad set of circumstances, took me to task for not actually filing a suit (my expensive lawyer was ready to go. He thought it was winnable). She thought I was crazy for not using the napalm in my arsenal — the napalm actually handed to me by the enemy. But I didn’t. And I knew I had it and could use it, I just didn’t. But it occurred to me after speaking with her: I did certainly make things harder on myself by not just flame throwing and becoming Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now.

I live in a place where this kind of extreme tit for tat happens all the time, was the basis of her argument I think. And it’s expected and accepted. And I’ll never survive if I don’t get with that program. I suppose she has a point, but it’s not like I don’t consider all alternatives before making a decision to, generally, keep a cooler head. I know how strong I am and what I can survive. More importantly, I know what kind of person I want to be so when it’s time to check out I have no regrets. And what kind of example I want to be to any children that may be watching. Life’s hard enough as it is, and they’ll learn that. Why not give them a reason to believe that there is always a finer option, it may be harder but — if the miserable little people in the stories above are any indication — it may be the only way to be happy.

Anyway, napalm is always in the arsenal. I hope I never have to use it.

And, here’s an interesting history of the actual napalm. Just because.

I know it’s not going to make me popular, and I do question some of the decisions within the deal (that are probably from the Dem side of the table. Particularly the veteran’s complaints) but there’s something savvy going on here. And I get a sense that Ryan is taking one on the chin for a larger and longer-term goal. Taking away the ability of the other side to disparage and besmirch and create a cult of hatred. And it’s clear that the negotiations about raising the ceiling haven’t even begun. Call me naive but I still believe. Also, never hurts to have the veterans further annoyed by how little this administration thinks of them.

This was a fascinating read about a part of the South many people don’t know about. Simply beautiful.

If you haven’t, you should.

Alright, I have to get a run in and get some work done so I can meet the Mohel in Old Town. We’re planning our attack. For now, have some music. The crazy neighbors were playing this at 6 am this morning and it woke me up. But I do love it.

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Well hello there!

Well hello there!

Hey festive revelers. Just a check in before I have to get up super early and finish all the things I’m not going to complete tonight before I get on the road back to Georgia tomorrow (later start time than I had planned, which is less than ideal, but I’ll make it work.) I so look forward to getting gone for a week or so, getting back to the accents I know, and the tendency to hold doors and smile at strangers, and the respite from the cool calculations of the wannabes on their way up the ladder and the almost has-beens slowly sliding down the other side of that same ladder. They behave very similarly you know. And I pray every day I don’t start adopting their tactics out of some foolish belief that it’s a necessary evil to do business here. I mean just today I watched as someone patted themselves on the back for some minor accomplishment and all I could think was, “I know you. I know how you treat people. Get used to patting your own back.” Just the thought of getting home for a bit and away from that nonsense is making me excited, and the drive is pretty since I opt for the Shenandoah route rather than the five hours of traffic that constitutes the stretch of road from Richmond to Charlotte. Slightly longer, but totally worth it. And it’ll reset my head to start moving in better directions, swimming in better seas, dancing in better circles upon my return. Hopefully like this one:

Because I was reading an article yesterday by some dude who was trying to explain that men treat women upon meeting them with respect based on how the women presents herself. Which I suppose is true to a degree. We all teach people how to treat us. But at some point — and this is where this guy was just totally lost — it is the responsibility of the individual to just be respectful because they have character and are simply respectful, regardless of how they perceive the other person sees or presents themselves. The article bummed me out for about a day. And, truthfully, made me kind of angry. Because it will make you angry when you realize that you will fail at something. And I’m simply not skilled at being a raging a**hole because I’ve always believed there are more productive ways to achieve goals. So I was pretty grumpy until I realized that the guy who wrote it was basically using the same excuse that people use for why women get raped — skirt too short, she was acting slutty, whatever. And it’s a load of crap. And it’s a way to absolve yourself of the responsibility of decency. Who hasn’t been treated poorly by someone working somewhere because they’re having a bad day? We all have. But we are in charge of how we respond. And I realized, with that little epiphany, that the culture in DC right now (and it’s just rolling downhill) is to shift that blame if you can. In fact, it’s almost considered heroic in some corners if you are successful at that little game of subterfuge. It’s pretty dull stuff. Not very sharp, not very interesting, not very impressive. Fortunately, I’ve met many people here who feel the same, so it’s not a lost cause. But I was getting wrapped up in that mess — taking it to heart, being around it, wondering about it, trying to change it. Getting home will be a reminder that the best thing to do when confronted with that stuff is to turn on a heel and walk quickly in the other direction, toward the people who can laugh at themselves, and who know when to take responsibility, when to apologize, when to be tough, and how to be kind. I look forward to pushing the reset button and starting again. Should be easier to be a little more clear headed since I’m starting swimming again after the new year and am upping my dancing schedule. So I don’t always get the things I want — and sometimes it feels like I’ve been waiting for something my whole life and I can get tired of that at times — but I can still do the things that promote well being in my heart and head so I can, hopefully, be a better, more useful person to the people around me. That’s the plan. So I’ll catch you on the flip side.

In the meantime, consider these things. Or, ya know, drink hot chocolate and talk about Health Insurance. Whatever you think is the priority.

George Will said this morning on Fox that it would have been better for the President had Obamacare been declared unconstitutional. I think that’s just delicious. Here’s his long piece on just exactly why that is. Even a dog that loves you will bite if you kick it enough times.

Fortunately, in the Newtonian physics of our constitutional system, wherein rivalries among the three branches are supposed to trend toward equilibrium, actions often produce equal and opposite reactions. Obama’s aggressive assertions of executive discretion are provoking countervailing attention to constitutional proprieties. His departures from the norms proper to the Take Care Clause may yet cause Congress to take better care of its prerogatives.

Excellent article on the sacred and the profane and the power of ritual.

One of the ideas that Douthat touches on in this amazing column is something that Christian apologists cite as one reason to take Christianity seriously: because no charlatan seeking to create a religion to establish power would ever choose a backwater Roman province, with a leader pulled from a subjugated people, and church founders from the no-account social ranks of fishermen and tax collectors, using the word of two women (Mary and Mary were the first to report the tomb of Christ was empty) to get the ball rolling. That would be absurd. And so…perhaps there was something there…

Battling the trough of sorrow with enlightened empathy. Yes to all of that.

When I was a kid I used to mimic accents. I was pretty good at it, too. But Scottish was one I could never wrap my tongue around. So I just loved this. Also, James McAvoy.

I’m taking my portable poker chip set home with me and hopefully convincing some of the family to sit around and play with me. We’ll already be drinking so we may as well play some cards. I’ve just gotten used to playing poker at Thanksgiving up here with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins. They’re relentless and very good. I’ve played with my Dad and brothers before (my Dad’s actually partial to Hearts and Spades but I think I can talk him into some poker. I think he feels weird about it because he’s Baptist. I’m not kidding.) so hopefully they’ll indulge me.

Someone reminded me of this movie recently. It’s a good one. And Christmas-y! Sort of…

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Happy Fun Ball

Hi friends. Been off the grid for a few days so time to pour it out…for my homies.

If we get to see tomorroooowwww....

If we get to see tomorroooowwww….

But really, I have 8,000 things to do this afternoon — not the least of which includes finally getting my Christmas cards in the mail. I’m a leeeetle off my game this year. Unforeseen distractions. My bad. — before I can go for a quick run to decompress and then get back to watching House of Cards. So I’ll try to keep this short. But a word on HOC:

Much like Game of Thrones, this show has me completely depressed and yet totally captivated. I hate it. It’s brilliant. Kevin Spacey never fails to impress. How you can actually kind of like the twisted, evil character he plays is so compelling. I can’t look away. And it’s not as cut and dried as Breaking Bad, where Walt had the excuse of cancer to justify his behavior (at least initially). No, Spacey’s Frank Underwood has no excuse. He’s just a genius manipulator who seeks power (not money, as he makes clear early on in the series) and figures, since he’s so good at it, he may as well do it. His wife, Claire, seems to be the morality play within the play, as she struggles with actual FEELINGS (I feel ya lady. Pun intended). But Frank…whoa. And yet…when he’s hanging with his hometown buddies or frequenting the seedy side of DC to get his fix of some South Carolina-like ribs (I can relate. I thought nobody fried okra up here, which was a staple of my school lunches growing up. And then I found Oohh’s & Aahh’s.), you kinda actually sorta dig him. And yet he’s repulsive. It probably helps that 8 of the 10 exterior shots are places I’ve either been or know exactly where they are. And that the hungry little reporter character sort of reminds me of a me I was several years ago (but not anymore. And that’s a tremendously good thing.) Anyway, I’m fascinated.

On a similar note, this profile of Harry Reid is so worth the read. It was something I was never prepared to address before I moved here — the meanness of the “outwardly meek, bland figure [with] cutthroat ways”. Men like Reid have never bothered me much until I moved to a place where the culture allowed — even encouraged — their complete metamorphosis into sociopaths, at least as far as their political will is concerned. Many people only behave well because their immediate surroundings dictate they must or be shunned from polite society. Certain sectors of DC carry no such mandate. So those who teeter on the edge of having a miniscule appreciation of morality are free to explore the ways to be conscience-less. Cue fear and loathing. And yet…a devout Mormon. But then, Elmer Gantry is a literary archetype for a reason.

This piece, and I feel bad for saying it, seems almost autobiographical. And that’s sad because it doesn’t have to be that way. You can find the meaning if you choose to.

God I’m so glad someone’s finally writing about this. “Drugs as babysitter” has been troubling for 20 years or so. Now let’s talk about how people are taking head meds for freaking restless leg syndrome and God only knows what else. The side effects always remind me of this:

Awwwww, super cute…

I don’t know if y’all read Something Awful — and ex-boyfriend of mine turned me on to it — but lately I’ve been listening to all the music that thrashes and I remembered I liked one song by that band System of a Down and was poking around the internet trying to see if there was anything else they did that appealed to me and I came across this and lost my mind. Laughing so hard. And I dedicate the above paragraph to Lord Somber, because I know he’s going to read the article and cry laughing.

Now for music that doesn’t suck. Charles contends this version is superior to the later, frequently misquoted version. I tend to agree.

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Sing a new song

Hey lovelies. How y’all? Me? Well, I’m supposed to be researching information on the pros and cons of an issue so I can write about it in the morning with something that approaches a reasonable non-bias. But my heart’s just not in it. My heart is, in fact, into drinking a lot of Cabernet Sauvignon and listening to Otis Redding. He’s my go-to when I want to feel…well, really, anything. It’s a Georgia thing I think. Some folks just speak your language and it’s good to let yourself drown in it sometimes. And I’m at one of those…what to call it?…crossroads. You know the moment. When you’ve identified (at last. At least for me.) what you want to happen (As usual, always a day late and a dollar short) but the path is not only not immediately clear, but almost insurmountably blocked. And so — red wine and Otis Redding. Is it weird that the combination feels like praying to me? Amen and praise be.

Anyway, because I tend to close off feeling anything as a form of self-preservation, I’m just turning up a glass or two (or three or four) for those who have managed to find the thing. The thing that makes it worth it. Don’t squander it and never treat it lightly. Cheers to you all. I’ll be better tomorrow. But I’m taking tonight.

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A friend of mine was shocked to discover that I wasn’t watching the show “Homeland” and insisted I begin at once. And so I did, last night. So far, I dig it. But I’m slightly uncomfortable that I feel a bit of kindred association with the protagonist Carrie. Because she seems troubled and — just a guess — I feel it’s only going to get worse. But I suppose I shouldn’t worry too much. I’m sure every guy that loves Batman doesn’t relate to his mental health problems. Anyway, good show. I’ve regretted for many years that I didn’t immediately identify intelligence work as a proper career path. Ah well.

Speaking of, what gives with our new approach to Iran? I mean, I’m sure whatever we might be getting out of it has to do with money and power (to oversimplify) but what are we really gaining from empowering Iran economically, which is ultimately what this is about. Because if it’s the whole “help me out and I’ll pay you back later. With interest.” thing, this administration — and indeed the American liberal writ large — doesn’t understand that this is almost always a scam and they end up bailing out in defeat when the payoff never comes. The microcosm is our political system of pork and paybacks, and the macrocosm is whatever is happening with Iran. I mean, this is what everyone publicly says they want. But what’s the long game? Because it looks to me to be an alliance of some kind to, what?, give some backing to the arm of al Qaeda we think are the good guys? Could it really just be, as the Fox piece alleges, about hubris and leaving a legacy? Wouldn’t be shocking but do we have to let Iran have the nuke to do it? Man. Pops thinks Israel will quietly go about doing what it needs to do. And that means taking out the leadership. Of course, Israel may have had nothing to do with that but, as Pops says, “If I were a leader in Iran right now, I’d be really worried.” Yeah.

I was going to talk about the selfie at the memorial service for Nelson Mandela but…I just can’t bring myself to write about it. Read this instead. And then this. And then let it sink in that the representative of this nation — and the face of the legislation in the latter piece — likes to take selfies of himself at funerals. Most teenagers I know wouldn’t even do that.

But at least we’re still developing things to protect us. I know drones make us all uncomfortable — especially in the hands of someone who might think they’re nothing more than remote controlled children’s toys — but you have to admit the technology is astounding.

This is going to be one of those films that you won’t want to see. But you probably should. His line about seeing that look in someone’s eyes, the look that says they want to kill you, is haunting.

I actually live in fear that someone will someday really take issue with my tendency to never edit and absolute, almost pathological, aversion to commas, and dress me down like this. But then, there is a certain kind of laziness that comes with being a child of privilege that I will never accomplish. Because when you never have to worry how your hair extensions are going to be paid for, you relax and the criticism is just oh so much jealousy, right? (And apologies to Pops, who actually kept us all in cars and college educations. Of course we were no paupers. But this is a level of entitlement that is truly foreign.)

I’d rather, of course, be lumped in with writers like this.

First Amendment stuff is heating back up again as we head into the election season and the IRS continues to have to justify its existence. Go ahead and inform yourselves.

Bawdy and inappropriate has its place, sure. Love a good dirty joke. But this is generally right on in my opinion. As my mom always says, it’s what you don’t see that’s sexy. Imagination is your friend.

This is a cool look, from the racer-front tank top to the arm bracelet. Stop acting like you don't care...

This is a cool look, from the racer-front tank top to the arm bracelet. Stop acting like you don’t care…

Robot ice!

Sometimes I get the urge to say something very similar to what Reuben says to Lisa here. I stop myself all the time. It never fails to confound me that people think I simply always just let everything I think pour out indiscriminately. If you only knew how much I hold back.

So basically, the SEC has forgotten how to play defense. It was incredible…two teams just running back and forth, no stops, a few turnovers, maybe an interception. Targeting rule or something else?

Cool…everyone really should pick up some coding skills in my opinion. It’s like knowing how to do a little wiring or fix a hot water heater. It will become a household skill at sometime in the future, I’m pretty sure.

Looking forward to playing some pool this weekend at a friend’s birthday party. I haven’t played in a while and I used to play several times a week. My brother Daniel taught me some tricks and I actually used to win money and everything. Last time I played was here in DC, maybe a year ago? I did have the satisfaction of beating a guy who has a deep affection for making me cry. So that was a good. We’ll see how Saturday goes. In honor of, here’s one reason I sort of fell in love with the game in college. I wanted to meet Fast Eddie Felson and have his babies.

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There's a new Bourne movie coming out. I'm just gonna leave this here.

There’s a new Bourne movie coming out. I’m just gonna leave this here.

The other day I had a short online discussion with someone I didn’t know about Obamacare. I’m going to leave out how rude this kid was — and he was a kid — in defending Obamacare while calling me selfish for not letting the brilliant website have a chance to work before hating the entire concept. He was clearly undereducated on the matter so I didn’t even open up the door to the fact that I couldn’t care less about the website. It’s the law that’s bad. There was no point in going there with this kid. But one thing I noticed before blocking his snarky butt was that his entire argument for the greatness of Obamacare was that it made it easier — and I’m not sure how this is possible — for someone like him, who has what sounds like a very minor pre-existing stomach condition (I know it makes me mean but what immediately went through my head was, “Jesus, quit whining and take some Imodium.” I know I’m a bad person.) to get insured and therefore — shazaam! — Obamacare is the shiznit y’all. I tried to tell him that he was part of a small minority who’ve had that experience and that most are suffering under the new regulation. To no avail. It just kept coming back to him. (But I was the selfish one.) It reminded me of something I had forgotten about a great many of the proponents for socialized anything — “I got mine” is their dirty little secret and, if you argue with them, it usually comes out. And it makes them really mad to be so exposed, especially when the selling point is “affordable healthcare for all!” Anyway, revealing moment. Especially because it took me almost no time at all to be done with him. And that’s different. My patience wanes for rude nonsense. And I’d be lying if I said that bothered me.

Someone who knows a lot more about this stuff than I do says there won’t be a doctor shortage per se as a result of Obamacare. And I take his point. But, no disrespect intended, isn’t decreased access to doctors, for all practical intents and purposes, the same thing? I’m really asking here. Trying to learn…

Hey, maybe they are making a comeback! Hooray!

I think if the Democrats had any sense about them they might start begging those among their ranks — who still want to work with them — who know anything about this region and its culture to assess and begin to address this situation. And I’m 100% positive that’s not Biden. Or Kerry. Or Clinton.

Good advice for being happy. Seems counter intuitive but makes sense it would work.

God I love my Dawgs.

Speaking of, I want dis.

Best cutline (newspaper jargon for caption…sorry. News nerd.) for a photo ever?

Entanglement is a concept that excites the ever-living everything out of me.

Fascinating where we come up with our symbols. Even in techie land.

Insect sounds slowed way down sound like a choir. Harmonics. Also an exciting concept.

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For my sister Lou.

For my sister Lou.

Wow did y’all watch the rivalry football games yesterday? They were AMAZING, particularly Auburn v. Alabama. That may have been one of the most exciting and shocking finishes to a football game ever. Alabama was totally blindsided and you have to give it to the kid who kept his head and just took off running. Nice work Auburn, even though it could mean Ohio State and the psychotic Urban Meyer have a chance at the National Championship Game. I still give it to FSU and (now) Missouri. I’d like to give the double finger to OSU the way their ejected player gave it to the entire world. Because the behavior at that game is why this guy is right — and why the hated targeting rule exists. Because the greatness of the sport comes in knowing how to give and take CLEAN hits, tackles, etc. It’s where the athleticism comes from, the beauty, and the grace. The game is being taken to task for its violence and maybe that’s not such a bad thing until dumbass punks like this kid learn that its not about who can play dirtier by actually damaging someone, but who can hit hard clean, where everyone stands up at the end and opposing players pat each other on the back. Saw a lot of that in the Georgia/Ga. Tech game, in fact. It’s called “sportsmanship.” Look it up. Also, way to create a team full of delinquents Meyer. You seem to have a real talent for that.

A’ight, moving on. I’m writing today because I had a funny idea this weekend after reading this article about how healthcare providers have been pushed up against a wall into wanting an expansion of Medicaid. I decided to poke around a little to see if I was thinking about things in the right way. My sister is a nurse in Atlanta and, while I’ve put the call in, I haven’t had the chance to talk to her yet about what folks in her industry are saying about the new law and the looming doctor shortage, and the pressure it will put on the secondary providers in the healthcare field like nurses and physician’s assistants. I did, however, have the chance to talk to another person I know in the secondary-provider healthcare field and they mentioned that they had mixed feelings but were at least happy about the job security Obamacare provided. So I started wondering if the law does indeed provide that. So, since Canada has a single payer healthcare system similar to the one I’m pretty sure Obamacare was always designed to lead to, I started to compare. And, perhaps I’m not factoring in all the extenuating circumstances, but it doesn’t look good. After just a few Google searches, it’s not hard to discover that the exchange rate for the Canadian and US dollar is nearly 1 to 1 (1 Canadian dollar = .94 cents US). Several more Google searches turned up an average nursing salary in Canada of between 70,000 and 80,000 a year (that number varied, with most searches giving 80,000 the top-end that nurses in Canada can make over a career lifetime). Another search turned up the rough amount in taxes this profession pays. The second commenter on this nursing board broke the numbers down pretty handily, but take it with a grain of salt. In any event, that’s nearly 30% of a paycheck whittled away in taxes, taking someone in the 70,000 range down to the 50,000 range. And then, of course, the cost of living in Canada is actually higher than it is here (due in part to their value-added tax, an idea the progressives in this country float quite a bit). And Canada has its own doctor shortages to contend with (how this article leads with talk of shortages and then tries to say the number of doctors in Canada is at a historic high is one of the “miracles” of spin. One of the reasons I grew fairly disgusted with the world of traditional journalism.) So, if this administration is successful in moving everyone onto Medicaid because of the (intentional?) failure of Obamacare, secondary providers can expect to have a flooded market, fewer doctors to offset and oversee what they do, very likely falling salaries (due to the flooded market and the inefficiencies in the Medicaid system — who’s going to be paying all the administration costs or making up the difference when Medicaid can’t cover patients’ needs in the absence of doctors? Probably you, secondary providers) and increasingly busier schedules. In short, you may suffer more than you know. You could end up like the insurance providers who now regret signing on to support the program that is essentially putting them out of business.

Okay, moving on…

Recently it was suggested to me that I’m “too aggressive” because I decided to stand up for myself, something I actually have a hard time doing because I listen to people tell me I’m aggressive and then question my decision-making ability. Anyway, apparently, as this person told me, men want “passive” women and my assertiveness is not, as was suggested not very subtly, very attractive. “I might have felt the same way, I just wouldn’t have said anything.” Hmmm. So playing cagey is better than just being honest? How’s that? Because it gets you what you want in the immediate I suppose, except that at some point those real needs and real opinions WILL come out. And, no disrespect intended, but speaking your mind with assertiveness — no name calling, no threats or intimidation — is not half as aggressive as showing up at someone’s house uninvited to force a conversation (also suggested to me in this same conversation). And I do give people the benefit of the doubt for quite some time before addressing the problem, always hoping I’m seeing things the wrong way, or waiting until more information is revealed. Little do you know, I do hold my tongue until I feel I just can’t anymore. And anyway, I’m applying this theory to my attempts at relationships of every kind going forward. Real tired of giving my time away to the undeserving. I keep thinking back to the “guys” I first met (and, who am I kidding, knew already) before I moved here, who made me cry and picked on me and made fun of me and just generally behaved like mean girls. I spent a lot of time wondering why they did that, what I had done, how I could change myself to make them stop. My guess is they weren’t doing the same self-reflection. So, I think, call it aggressive if you like, I’ll be sticking with speaking my mind. Anyway, I asked my Pops if guys wanted passive women and he said, “I suppose some of them do.” Some.

I agree with this. It shouldn’t be personal for a great many reasons, one of the best is that once you allow people who have bad intent into your kitchen and start caring what they think, you’ve lost a great deal of your power to negotiate with a clear head.

This is fantastic. It’s a piano/violin. And that’s exactly what it sounds like.

They say you should never cheat on a lawyer. Add “someone with NSA security clearance” to that list.

My friend George, a Tennessee guy, posted this and it’s a good one. I miss men. How hard it must have been for Jackson to see what a tragedy the Trail of Tears became. I don’t think that was his intent.

This is good news and I’ll try it today after my run. Also, this concept of “stacking the pain” seems to be so coincidental for me lately as to be a sign of some kind…I need to pay attention to that…

So sad.

This is the midi-length pencil skirt, for those who have asked me. You can actually go a little longer, but only if you stay tight around the legs. A flared skirt at this length is not flattering on anyone.


Finally, a friend told me that the four notes that the Hunger Games players offer in tribute are from this song. I knew I recognized them! I had to watch this movie in High School and I had such a crush on the guy who played Romeo…sigh…

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