Thought For The Day

Wouldn't it be excellent if you could assign a workout proxy? You know, someone to go to the gym for you, do all the work, and then transfer the benefits to your body?

Wishful thinking, I know.

There's Always Other Boys...

So, Liz is here, and it really great to have her here. Norwood loves Liz. We had dinner at Paprika, and went shoe shopping, and I was compelled to buy these fabulous shoes, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that the style name is "Courtney". Cheetah-patterned pumps called the Courtney. It's fate. Or is it step one into cougar?


I ask this question because after the shoes, we went out for a few drinks. The BBC tends to attract a 20s-30s crowd, and there was a band playing last night, a lousy cover band that served as background. We spent a long portion of the night talking to the friends that were there with my friend Brian's wife, Alicia. Then, after they left, we noticed two guys down the end of the bar looking our way. Suddenly they were around us, doing the divide and conquer wingman routine beautifully. The two boys chatted Liz and I up for a long time, and then, last call happens. We turn to say goodbye; we shake hands, and leave. NO NUMBERS EXCHANGED.

Welcome to New England.

I'm convinced this is why I'm still single. Boys are stupid, throw ROCKS at them!! I'm serious! Their game was obviously trying to get with us, and their game plan was that they HAVE no game. This exact scenario happened to me two weeks ago. I went to see my friends play out, and I met a really nice guy at the bar, who talked to me all night, bought me drinks, talked to my friends, took a Goblet of Metal picture with us, even, and yet, end of the evening, no number.

Liz is always telling me that I am a rock star, and that men will put themselves out there to be with me, or try to be with me when they realize this. She and I had a long conversation about how I think I am intimidating to men (because, clearly, that thought is insane.) because they NEVER ask for my number. Ever. This is the story of my dating life. I find that at the end of the night, they are generally clueless, with rare exceptions. And honestly, it's not like I was desperate to get with either of these men, although L was pretty adorable. I think I'm most offended at the principle of it all--if you spend all this time talking to me, buying me drinks, complementing my outfit, then ask for the number. If it turns out that in the light of a different setting and less loud music, we don't enjoy each other's company, so be it.

I'm sure there's more than one of you saying, "you can ask for the number too, you know". And, this is true, I could. However, in both of these situations, I was approached by him. It's only fair. Like in sales, do the leg work, close the deal. Liz is convinced that New England boys have no game, and I just kept reiterating, "this is why I'm single."

Carry on, kids.

You Can Make Him Like You - The Hold Steady

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Happy Birthday, Nectar of the Gods

Nectar of the Gods, originally uploaded by crau1971.

This auspicious occasion
will be marked appropriately, as soon as I leave my office.

Raise a pint in celebration! The world would be a sadder place without Guinness, and I don't exaggerate.

There Are So Many Nights Where This Is Just How It Happens

Dear Liz,
It is a year to the day exactly from the day I met you in person (the techincal DATE is tomorrow, your birthday, but today is officially 365 days later). And like you described it on your blog back on that fateful weekend, you, too, "fell into my life as if you had always been there". And it has been a wild fucking year, girlfriend, as I'm sure you'd agree. This one's shaping up to be just as wild.

So on this, our one year anniversary (but, is it really? We'd been friends online for a long time previous, but, let's just go with the descriptor), I just want to let you know how much your friendship means to me, and how glad I am we fell into each other's worlds.

Happy Birthday, and Happy Anniversary! Here's to making it through the next year if it almost kills us ;)

Love always,
Courtney

Girls Like Status - The Hold Steady

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Catholic Boy

"I was a Catholic child, the blood ran red, the blood ran wild..."

No more. Another early poet gone. Rest in peace; say hi to the gang from the song I chose NOT to post to honor your passing.

Catholic Boy - Jim Carroll Band

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Magazines

This is sort of my song, and has been for a while.
It makes me laugh.

Magazine - The Hold Steady


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Amen, Nick, Amen...

Keeping in touch with the things that help us feel alive – music, books, movies, even the theatre, if, mysteriously, you are that way inclined – becomes a battle, and one that many of us lose, as we get older; I don't think enough of our cultural pundits, people who write about that stuff for a living, fully understand this. It's one thing to have an opinion on Little Boots remixes if you earn your living hanging about in cyberspace; quite another if you're a full-time teacher with three kids.(source)

I'm begging you all to read this, today. I should put this up on my other site, too; in fact, I will cross post it, maybe with my other favorite quote from the article. Because those of you who know me well know that I live for the music I listen to every day. That I can define my life by the songs I'm listening to, and the artists I'm buying, and the playlists I make in my iTunes.

Plus, this is Nick Hornby saying this, and it was one of his books that inspired my other website, so, obviously, this is gospel to me.

"I Am, Shocked, SHOCKED, to find out that GAMBLING is going on in this club..."

I have a question for the Honorable Mr. Greer from Florida. How do you suppose encouraging parents to boycott the President's speech to the students of this nation on Tuesday falls in line in ANY WAY with teaching them to honor the office of the President? I'm just making sure I have your logic straight in my head. I also want to make sure that the policies of setting personal goals, working hard, and staying in school are, in fact, liberal propoganda, so that I make sure that the children of the right wing NEVER, EVER plan to adhere to any of those tenets at all.

Please, conservative right-wing politicos, make sure your children, your future reject these abhorrent pieces of "socialist ideology" in their day to day life. Because HEAVEN FORBID, the leader of our country encourage its youth to work hard. DEAR GOD, what is he thinking, praising children for staying in school and learning? Because the good Lord only knows what would happen if children started taking a "shared responsibility" for their learning and their goals, and if parents renewed their commitment to ensuring their children receive the best education possible.

Madness. Pure madness. Why, that might make parents praise public schools, make students happy and engaged in their learning, able to form rational arguments and debate issues without hysteria. And I mean, teenagers with standards and goals for achievement? Plagues of locusts will surely follow this. I mean, an educated citizenry? Whoooooo, back that baby up, middle America. Certainly that's dangerous to American progress on its national and international goals, an educated citizenry. Crazy talk, I tell you, crazy talk.

Seriously, right wing parents, hunker down. Hide your head in the sand. Where is national unity going to get us? And make sure you teach them now, while they're young and impressionable, that the office of the President should be ridiculed, so that when they're older, and able to vote, they DON'T CARE WHO GETS ELECTED, because you'll have taught them well that the President is just a propoganda whore, and there to be ignored. See how well that works for you in 8 years.

Hysteria Is Ok, Sometimes. Particularly When Laundry Is Involved.

One of the myriad reasons I continue to read and love Dooce, all these years and kids later.

The Maytag saga.

I know, she has 80 gazillion followers, and certainly doesn't need me linking to her on my lowly little blog, but if there actually is one of my readers that doesn't already read dooce, or hasn't in a while, read this one. You will laugh. Trust me.

I am empathizing with the laundry, as the school year has started, and ironing is in my future, and I'd rather jab my eyes out with a fork. That way, I couldn't see the wrinkles in the clothes, so it wouldn't matter.