An Aging Howard
No point. Just an observation.
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I was speeding through the answers now. Then question 28 brought things to a full stop.
A certain pool needed a certain number of ounces of chlorine that was only sold in two-liter bottles. I had no idea how many ounces were in a gallon or how many liters were in a gallon. "What am I?" I thought. "Canadian?"
They did take out two things I kind of liked. The had the distinct feeling the test administrator had to come into work on a Saturday for me and my cute little article and the gag on my having to go to the bathroom.
More stuff coming tomorrow - I hope.
You may recall an item from last Wednesday’s Impromptus. It included this amazing news bulletin: “Senate Democratic leader Harry Reid has been using campaign donations instead of his personal money to pay Christmas bonuses for the support staff at the Ritz-Carlton, where he lives in an upscale condominium.”Not a bad point, I thought. Hey wait! That's my point. I did send Mr. Nordlinger an e-mail with those thoughts. I rarely do this, but as the nutty evangelicals say "the spirit moved me".
There’s a lot of deliciousness packed into that single sentence, isn’t there? First, there’s the fact of Reid’s using campaign donations instead of his own dough to tip his doormen. Second, there’s the fact that this Democratic lion lives in the Ritz-Carlton — “in an upscale condominium.”
I’m guessing there are few downscale condominiums at the Ritz-Carlton.
Anyway, this news story went on to tell us that Reid was “personally reimbursing his campaign for the $3,300 he had directed to the staff holiday fund at his residence.”
The story did not tell us over what period of time the $3,300 was disbursed. But a reader wrote in with a fascinating point: “Now that Reid has to reach into his own pocket, will he pay the doormen less, or the same? Power to the People.”
I am not a son of a bitch like Kenny BlackwellThanks Nikki. Glad I brought the kids. The full text of the poem is here. Enquirer follow up story here.
I will not use the color of my skin to cover the hatred in my heart
I am not a political whore jumping from bed to bed to see who will stroke my need
At some point...
my hair started to grey
my belt buckle began to dig into my stomach
my feet hurt...all the tyme. (misspelling shows I'm a non-conformist)
my knees ache in the morning...not bad but just enough to know they are there.
At some point...
I became the father
I became the one to look to
I became a young man with responsibilities
I'm ekeing toward middle age. A creeping sleeping ekeing. (there's a word for what I just did there but I can't remember it) I have too much debt and too much worry.
I still have a young man's dreams to fulfill and hopes to satisfy...but it's off to the office.
10 hours in a cube isn't a life. It never was. Why didn't someone tell me that?
But here it sit. No choice now.
I've seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by addiction to health benefits, 401(k) plans and the regular paycheck. (Beat poem allusion)
Cheap salesman slogan: "If it's got to be; it's up to me." (contempt for business men gives me street cred)
I makes me mad that there's truth in cheap salesman slogans.
At what point
I will not worry about dreams but of survival
I will fear more than I hope
time will tap me on the shoulder and say, your prime is gone
The Blessed Virgin Mary sucks syphlitic pickles (Ensures my NEA funding)
I'm in this for the three year-olds. My youngest child is six now, but my little girl and your little girl, when they're our age, they will find a large number of places in what we think of as the free world, the developed world, far less congenial than we would. I mean, you and I would think nothing of hopping on a plane, going to London, Paris or Berlin. Those are going to be very uncomfortable places for a young, middle-aged Western woman circa 2020, 2030, and it's precisely because we've taken for granted this very unusual period in history. We take it for granted that it's a permanent state of affairs. It isn't. It requires incredible vigilance and incredible effort to preserve it.I have two daughters and I see them getting sandwiched between two cultures that are going to pump up against each other like a prison rape. It's much like America.
7. Same goes for Nascar. I don’t know what it is but I have a hard time calling something a sport when grandfather and grandson can compete against each other competitively. 6.
6.Cheerleading as sport. WTF? It’s not a sport. You’re suppose to look good and fill in time between plays.
8. People who look down on my blog because I use blogspot. I’m a writer first and a tech guy 1032nd. I don’t want to know about servers or FTPs or any of that crep. Besides I do have a site here.
9. I hate it when you write a brilliant 500 word post and blogger loses it.
10.Jerks at a party who mention that The Buggles Video Killed the Radio star was the first video on MTV. It’s the biggest piece of overplayed nontrivial masquerading as trivia floating around in the suburban universe.
12. The fact that everyone gets there panties in a twist over Mel Gibson’s drunken anti-semitism, but noone cares about the extremely anti-English movies that he’s made over his career. 11.
11.I’m convinced that fluorescent lights kill the soul.
13. Bono wearing $500 sunglasses while meeting with poor Africans.
14.The tendency of experts to make things sound complicated. Most things in life are pretty simple and easy to understand.
15. People nearing retirement saying they want to downsize. What that means to your average baby boomer is selling the $150,000 suburban house they raised their family in and buying a $250,000 2,000 square foot condo in a gated community where the only Mexicans and Blacks you ever see are trimming the hedges.
16. People who tell me pets lower my blood pressure. They don’t. They cost money, whine in the middle of the night and crap on the floor. That’s not soothing.
17. People who chide me for how I write the number 7. I do it like this one labeled fancy. I don't know why. I always have. Leave me alone. And it's not fancy. It make sure it's not confused with a number 1.18. Oh, and people who chide me for the way I pronounce the word "finance". It's Fin-ance. Not FI-nance. The first one here. Maybe it's an affectation. But my speech is full of self-conscious affectations.
Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you.If Rick would have said "Screw your hero husband. We're going back to New York for some nucky", it just wouldn't have been the same film. The picture built to that and a happy ending would have ruined it...cheapened it.
Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now... Here's looking at you kid.
Only three other high schools in Northern Kentucky - Beechwood, Silver Grove and Walton-Verona - have achieved a zero dropout rate in recent years.We feel pretty good.
Of the four, Bellevue is the only one considered an urban school. It's also the only one with a recent history of dropout problems.
But just as big a problem is that the House leadership was so dumb or disinterested that they really believed (at least, so they say) Foley’s alleged excuse that he was just “being friendly.”I've have my problems with Hastert, the House and it's leadership, but I'm fairly flexible and I'm not up there trying to run a war on terror and give tax breaks, etc. I give them a break.
Didn’t they ever wonder why a 52-year-old congressman needed a 16-year-old friend? A congressman whom almost everyone on the Hill thought was gay?
Would they have believed him and then just gone about their business if the one receiving the e-mails was their own son?
But the question that will haunt Republicans now is, if the evidence was compelling enough to confront Mr. Foley, why wasn't it also compelling enough to dig deeper?Also in the journal here is the first mention that Mark Foley is gay. I guess when he announced an apology to his family I assumed that meant wife and kids. Just wondering why I hadn't heard this before. I'm a news junkie. Was I just blind to it?