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Facebook was first introduced in February 2004; it’s hard for some of us to imagine a time when Facebook wasn’t a part of our morning routine.
First it was exclusive to college students, then it was for high schoolers, and then anyone could join. Ugh! You can thank Zuck for the resulting and endless fiddling with your Facebook privacy settings so Mom and Aunt Lori don’t see your drunk beer funneling pictures from college. Also, I’d like to personally thank Mr. Zuckerburg for my Facebook statuses coming up at Christmas dinner. Duly noted was my excessive use of the word fuck.
Do you agree with Mister Pink? Should people who serve food not receive tips? Or, if you do tip, what are your rules for tipping? Comment.
Once upon a time, Mr Cornnuts and I went to a trendy Italian restaurant. My husband, a lover of anchovies, ordered a martini with an anchovy-stuffed olive. He took a few sips and the waiter came by to ask him how he liked it. Continue reading
In Hammett’s The Thin Man, Nick Charles describes a man as “pleasantly ugly.” At the risk of opening a Pandora’s box of Jezebellian outbursts on the subjectivity of beauty, I pose the question to you slores: what famous person do you think of as pleasantly ugly? Is “pleasantly ugly” just a cruel way of saying “unconventionally good looking” or is there a distinction between those two? (Pic via)
Once upon a time, long, long ago, young Delta Sierra attended university*. One noon-time, she took her sad little home-made sandwich (she was poor) to eat in the campus theatre, which was holding a very good programme of short lunch-time plays. Today’s play, quite by happenstance, was a dramatization of Shirley Jackson’s powerful and influential short story, The Lottery. It is a masterpiece of ever-mounting suspense, tension and ohmygodno.
History does not record whether or not DS went to her afternoon classes, or indeed what those classes were. But that moment of ohmygodno has stayed with her all her life.
She sincerely hopes you have had similar seminal moments.
* She graduated with a half-assed BA and a very nice MRS. Comment.
Example: the time last month I tried some clothes on at a store. Spent the rest of the day with the zip of my pants undone. Fairly standard, happens to everyone.
Getting out of the car after running quite a few errands. Notice I have my slippers on.
Friend of mine, a very beautiful woman with a glorious figure, once walked many, many blocks of Yonge Street (a slightly raunchy street in Toronto) with the buckle of her fancy, rather gaudy belt entirely undone, the shiny parts of it bobbing and flashing in the sun. She didn’t notice until she was back home. Continue reading
Last week, the New York Times published an article on two New York City schools’ attempt to teach character. The schools identified a list of strengths most likely to predict happiness and life achievement: zest, grit, self-control, social intelligence, gratitude, optimism and curiosity.
So, what do you believe constitutes “good character?” Bonus question: how does one build character?
Image from psd’s flickr.
Quite suddenly, I find myself hopping into my Zipcar (I feel so obnoxious showing up the garage down the street and telling the attendant, ‘I’ll have the Nissan today,'” or, “I’ll have the Prius today,”) and driving an hour, one way, to get my new alleged teaching gig.
I find myself needing songs.
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Ripped from today’s headlines: Cats acting weird! Dogs gone bonkers! Parakeets not acting right! When will this end? Who can decipher why they do what they do? Cesar Milan is at a loss for words!
OK, seriously. Pets. We’ve got ’em. They do weird things. What are the weirdest things yours do?
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