In Chicago, it is easier to register to vote than to renew a driver’s license. The former requires two pieces of identification; the latter, five. One of which can be a court order legally changing your birthdate.
“What's my age again…”
9/29/10
9/28/10
9/27/10
9/26/10
“Where have all the flowers gone…”
Bach flowers: the gift that keeps on being something that should be given.
“…When will they ever learn…”
Bach flowers: the gift that keeps on being something that should be given.
“…When will they ever learn…”
9/25/10
9/24/10
9/23/10
9/21/10
If your life isn’t in balance, how can you expect it to be in balance with someone else?
There are good things and there are bad things in life.
Do you ever not qualify things, though? Like I'm wondering if you ever experience something and don't assign it a value judgment. I mean, I do this too. So I'm just sort of musing.
heh I assigned no value judgment to your asking that question.
There are things in life that just are.
Don’t compare your insides to somebody else’s outsides.
There are worse things in life than eating cake.
I’m over cupcakes. It’s the cream cheese frosting.
Who besides Mom does that?
There are good things and there are bad things in life.
Do you ever not qualify things, though? Like I'm wondering if you ever experience something and don't assign it a value judgment. I mean, I do this too. So I'm just sort of musing.
heh I assigned no value judgment to your asking that question.
There are things in life that just are.
Don’t compare your insides to somebody else’s outsides.
There are worse things in life than eating cake.
I’m over cupcakes. It’s the cream cheese frosting.
Who besides Mom does that?
9/20/10
The Two Ambiguous Fashionistas;
She’s Usually So Quiet On Flights; and her parents;
My Bag Is Staying Right Above Me;
This Is My First Time On A Plane But I’m Making Up For All Those Times I Never Got To Press The Page Attendant Button; and her husband, El Capitain Hook;
Officer I Swear I’m Not An Undercover Air Marshall;
Mr. & Mrs. Dermatologist Newlywed;
Guy In An Orange Shirt.
I sometimes get terrified that my plane will crash when I look around at what characters my fellow survivors would be.
She’s Usually So Quiet On Flights; and her parents;
My Bag Is Staying Right Above Me;
This Is My First Time On A Plane But I’m Making Up For All Those Times I Never Got To Press The Page Attendant Button; and her husband, El Capitain Hook;
Officer I Swear I’m Not An Undercover Air Marshall;
Mr. & Mrs. Dermatologist Newlywed;
Guy In An Orange Shirt.
I sometimes get terrified that my plane will crash when I look around at what characters my fellow survivors would be.
9/19/10
9/18/10
I’m hoping to see A[]’s show tomorrow- any interest?
“Yes, but I have to say tentatively since I’ll be up at my parents’ house for Rosh Hashanah.”
np I’m being quite the bad Jew this year.
“I’m mostly interested in the free food as opposed to the theological and spiritual implications.”
As I said, bad Jew: I’m going home for Yom Kippur.
Famine has its feast.
Poor ducks, having to eat all our sins.
I think they’re okay with it. They’re probably just happy to have a holiday in which they get fed instead of eaten.
“Yes, but I have to say tentatively since I’ll be up at my parents’ house for Rosh Hashanah.”
np I’m being quite the bad Jew this year.
“I’m mostly interested in the free food as opposed to the theological and spiritual implications.”
As I said, bad Jew: I’m going home for Yom Kippur.
Famine has its feast.
Poor ducks, having to eat all our sins.
I think they’re okay with it. They’re probably just happy to have a holiday in which they get fed instead of eaten.
9/17/10
“They made up their minds, and they started packing…”
The tragedy of our time is that our satirist has become our voice of reason. Where is the Jefferson, the Adams, the Washington to our Franklin? Four and seven scores ago he died, and now we have his answer: no, we cannot keep a republic. We know the problems with our society, yet we choose to be part of them. We hear the problems with our society, yet the best we can do is merely hear them; and most of the time we don’t even do that much. Restore sanity? Our insanity is all that we have left; our ability to laugh at our absurdity is our only salvation.
“…Where were they going, without ever knowing the way…”
The tragedy of our time is that our satirist has become our voice of reason. Where is the Jefferson, the Adams, the Washington to our Franklin? Four and seven scores ago he died, and now we have his answer: no, we cannot keep a republic. We know the problems with our society, yet we choose to be part of them. We hear the problems with our society, yet the best we can do is merely hear them; and most of the time we don’t even do that much. Restore sanity? Our insanity is all that we have left; our ability to laugh at our absurdity is our only salvation.
“…Where were they going, without ever knowing the way…”
9/16/10
9/15/10
9/14/10
“I am expert at throwing up. Comes from the acid reflux.”
It's a skill.
“It *is*.”
I drink too too much orange juice to have developed acid reflux and throwing up skills.
“Also, comes from the bad periods.”
Again, not inconsistent with my explanation.
“hehe Also, when you throw up on a weekly basis, it's hard not to get good at it.”
So fraudspam is a service to induce vomiting and thereby provide a transferable skill.
“Maybe you should learn to knit?”
Maybe I should learn to sue fraudspammers?
Whatever comes up.
Has a rooftop. References available upon request.
It's a skill.
“It *is*.”
I drink too too much orange juice to have developed acid reflux and throwing up skills.
“Also, comes from the bad periods.”
Again, not inconsistent with my explanation.
“hehe Also, when you throw up on a weekly basis, it's hard not to get good at it.”
So fraudspam is a service to induce vomiting and thereby provide a transferable skill.
“Maybe you should learn to knit?”
Maybe I should learn to sue fraudspammers?
Whatever comes up.
Has a rooftop. References available upon request.
9/13/10
“Sometimes I just feel like…”
The secret ingredient is barbeque sauce; and an enthusiastic co-planner, great friends, great weather, amazing evaporation, an art festival on the way to grocery shop, a phone call at the right time, a simple way up, and ice cubes.
“…I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage…”
(Kraft barbeque sauce.)
“…Back to this 8 Mile Road…”
The secret ingredient is barbeque sauce; and an enthusiastic co-planner, great friends, great weather, amazing evaporation, an art festival on the way to grocery shop, a phone call at the right time, a simple way up, and ice cubes.
“…I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage…”
(Kraft barbeque sauce.)
“…Back to this 8 Mile Road…”
9/12/10
9/10/10
“When? Where? Who? What? Why?”
I think I can answer 4 of those.
The nearest restaurant defines the residence. As much as I’d like to be across the street from Wilde, I think will have to remain behind Chipotle. From which it is saddening to look back, with the last food eaten leaving STL being a gyro from the Gyro House used as a landmark for so many years, at what is no longer gone to.
Where is always the hardest.
I think I can answer 4 of those.
The nearest restaurant defines the residence. As much as I’d like to be across the street from Wilde, I think will have to remain behind Chipotle. From which it is saddening to look back, with the last food eaten leaving STL being a gyro from the Gyro House used as a landmark for so many years, at what is no longer gone to.
Where is always the hardest.
9/8/10
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