November 22, 2006 at 8:22 am (bureaucratic bullshit, work)
This article in the Times really pisses me off.
What is so unprofessional about looking attractive? Why is it so threatening in our society for intelligent women in professions that attract intelligent people to dress attractively?
Now I do think that bared midriffs are inappropriate, but what’s wrong with showing a little leg? A little cleavage? Have you seen the plunging necklines of the western European courts from the Renaissance through the late 1700s?
Of course, any of you who know me know that I occasionally wear plunging necklines. But it’s not obscene at all. Why can’t a librarian or a doctor also be sexy?
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November 22, 2006 at 8:06 am (TV)
“You know, you could be more of a rainbow instead of a ‘pain’-bow.”
From Angel, Season One.
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November 21, 2006 at 11:57 am (flix, opera)
Robert Altman died. I am very glad I had the opportunity to see the world premiere dress rehearsal of A Wedding in 2004 at the Lyric Opera, which he and the composer, William Bolcom, attended personally. They came out on stage at the end and I felt very lucky to see two living legends in person….
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November 20, 2006 at 7:06 pm (TV)
I wish there was more of that show to watch. Alas, I just have to make myself happy with the fabulous opening credits.
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November 18, 2006 at 6:44 am (Uncategorized)
One of the things that has always grossed me out about coed gyms is that so many men make grunting sounds that sound like they’re having spinal-tap bowel movements.
And so, this article in the Times totally cracked me up.
In truth, I think revoking people’s gym memberships for grunting is ridiculous, but I do think many men intentionally overgrunt.
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November 17, 2006 at 7:24 pm (Uncategorized)
You are The Star
Hope, expectation, Bright promises.
The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised
The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you’re a dreamer, but you’re not the only one.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
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November 17, 2006 at 6:59 pm (new yorker, politics)
Thump
Here are some highlights from Hertzberg’s column this week in the followup to the election:
“Let me put it to you this way,” Bush had said the day after John Kerry’s concession. “I earned capital in the campaign—political capital—and now I intend to spend it.” And spend it he did. Whatever he had left over after he blew a wad trying to turn Social Security into a bonanza for the financial-services industry was squandered on an unending skein of assurances that the war in Iraq was going fine. By last week, the coffers were empty, and not even the hurried-up sentencing of Saddam Hussein to be hanged by the neck until dead could refill them. The accountability moment had arrived at last.
Americans have had enough, and their disgust with the Administration and its congressional enablers turned out to be so powerful that even the battered, rusty, sound-bit, TV-spotted, Die-bolded old seismograph of an American midterm election was able to register it.
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November 16, 2006 at 6:49 pm (people who suck, vehicles)
No offense, but right now, I hate cars with a passion and the people who drive them.
Tonight marks the fourth time in the last five days when a car has floored its gas and attempted to run me over in the crosswalk when it’s my turn and my right-of-way.
I’ve lived in several cities. I’ve never lived in a city full of so many assholes with so much excessive license to drive dangerously and break the law ALL of the time. I am going to start carrying a rock or two in my pockets and blow out their GODDAMN WINDOWS from now on. I was so ready to run after that guy tonight (who honked at me to get out of his way on a VERY dangerous road: the Ben Franklin Expressway, a bad, bad place to have to cross as a pedestrian. As it is, it takes three or four legs just to get across. We have to be mighty patient and then shitheads like him try to run us over when it’s our turn) and beat him into a bloody pulp. Yes, he may be stronger than I. But my adrenaline would have allowed me to kill him.
This city has GOT to change. I can’t believe how many people unnecessarily drive cars here. I am risking my life every day by being a pedestrian. I am not kidding. Yes, it can be bad in other cities too. Chicago has a serious problem with hit-and-run accidents in Wicker Park–I knew a woman who was killed in June 2005 in Wicker Park, of course. But it’s worse here. I have never felt in so much danger around drivers before. And they can get away with anything. This is an unbelievably corrupt city with a number of probably well-intentioned laws that are never enforced. The city is full of motorcycles that have been modified so that they are in excess of 120 dB when they’re running. I actually saw and heard a motorcycle last night that was NORMAL. I couldn’t believe how quiet it was. That’s how motorcycles used to be. I wanted to go up to the guy, shake his hand, and congratulate him on his adequately sized penis.
Critical Mass, here I come. I wonder if there’s a Break the Gridlock here….
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November 15, 2006 at 5:46 pm (holidays, novelty)
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November 15, 2006 at 4:55 pm (flix)
Brian of course found another swell Web site that does a word in a movie quote.
Katharine? Where we’re going we don’t need katharine.
I’m melting! Melting! Oh, what a katharine! What a katharine!
All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my katharine.
Pay no attention to that man behind the katharine!
Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce katharine. Aren’t you?
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