Mark A. Rose muses: I have never understood why liberal feminists, who are all about women’s rights, heap all (or at least 99%) of their vitriol on President Bush, the GOP, and fundamentalist Christianty while ignoring Islam . It would be presumptuous of me to assume that Mark A. Rose doesn’t make the feminist blog rounds every day, but I think it’s safe to say that if he did, he wouldn’t make such a careless…
Nearly every day I eat at Subway. It’s a habit borne of my inability to pack a lunch for myself coupled with the crushing convenience of having a Subway a mere elevator ride away from my desk at work. I’ve had this routine for more than a year now. Yikes, way more than a year. Which means I’m in there entirely too much. I’ve endured ribbing from co-workers about how my lunch habits keep Subway…
Last night I dreamed that Phil and I accidentally crashed into a snowdrift in the middle of the night, but got the car started again and drove slowly through this quaint little village where the townspeople were having some sort of celebration, dancing and singing outside near the road. There were people everywhere along the tiny downtown streets, so we parked and ducked into a restaurant on Main Street so we could watch the festivities…
John of Salem’s Lots fame suggested in the comments a few days ago that my Eudora Welty experience was an example of synchronicity, which I had been erroneously referring to as “collective consciousness,” which is related but not quite the same. And a few days ago I realized that last week I had experienced some intermittent chest pains at, apparently, around the same time my mother had experienced chest pains that eventually led her to…
1. I am totally crushing on Dictionary.com‘s redesign. 2. I am kind of excited about the upcoming housing bubble bust, because it will mean I can buy a house for pretty cheap. 3. I laugh anytime I see the word “asploded” because it’s just too funny. Thanks, Fark. 4. This photo makes me laugh and laugh: 5. Garrison Keillor makes me swoon.
Well, an active one, at least. Because he called me up at work to tell me to find something about the woman with the pickle phobia and post it for my mini-audience. He was positively giddy about the spectacle of freakishness he’d witnessed on daytime TV, and that kind of enthusiasm would translate into a hell of a blog if he authored it and injected his patented weird Philness about Reptilians and crop circles and…
Today marks the true anniversary of when I started blogging, though my Blogger archives only go back to November 2003. You have to use the Wayback Machine to get to my entries before I started using Blogger, when I just manually posted to my website, theology-and-geometry.com (which, as of this writing, is still not a porn site, thank goodness). When I started blogging, I’m not sure that’s what I even thought of it as. “Blogging”…
• Yesterday in my mom’s hospital room, we watched a FOX News special on higher education costs. The venerable Newt Gingrich (who my dad said would be the next president if he decided to run) was hosting the special. It seems that college costs have increased something like 500 percent in the past 50 years, faster than inflation and pretty much everything else. The show’s premise was interesting enough, until we were introduced to a…
My mom had a heart catheterization last night and there was no blockage, which is a major, major relief. For once the hospital staff was running ahead of schedule, which is great and all, but it meant that they took her back for the procedure three hours early, before my dad had even gotten back to the hospital to give her a husbandly pre-surgery smooch. That spooked him; heart caths aren’t exactly like teeth cleanings.…
Both pertain to the folks in that photograph. 1. My brother (that’s him on the right, about 17 years ago) has his 19th birthday today. Naturally, he is celebrating by working hard. That kid works all the time, and hard. He said today they’ve got him cleaning out grain silos or something. That’s no fun in 90-degree heat. 2. My mom (that’s her exhibiting her trademark patience when confronted with blubbery kidface) is in the…
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