Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Contextless Content: A portion of a conversation, usually from an instant messenger platform.
Subtitled: “Everything I Own Is in a Box to the Left?”
He says: I don’t understand why she keeps mentioning “everything you own in a box to the left”. It doesn’t make any sense to me.
He says: What does the box’s orientation in relation to me have to do with anything?
She seems quite adamant that he understands that it is on the left.
She says: because she packed up all his s**t
He says: But why does it matter whether it’s on the left or right?
He says: She seems quite adamant that he understands that it is on the left.
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Sunday, January 20, 2002
I think that the best linking weblog on line right now is Follow Me Here. Every time I visit I find a half-dozen or so excellent articles. Eliot must be a voracious reader, and his comments are insightful and thought-provoking. If you have never been to his site, go right now. Here are a few of his more recent links that I found particularly interesting:
· A few months ago - just after Sept. 11 - I wrote a little rant about parallel universes and how I deal with the concept of infinity. I never claimed that it was an original idea, or my own. But I like it. It seems like this theory, which dates back to at least 1957, has sparked some renewed interest. The Economist has a very enlightening and much more scientific explanation of a theory of infinite universes than the one I provided. If you’re as fascinated by the concept of infinity and its implications as I am, you’ll appreciate the Economist’s essay.
· The London-based eZine Spiked published an article on “the Singleton Society” last week. I’ll give you an excerpt here, but I recommend reading the whole thing.
… the age-old tension between the aspiration for self-realisation and commitment is difficult to resolve. In the past this tension could be contained through the widespread influence of the ideology of romantic love - which celebrated the value of self-realisation through an intimate encounter with another person. The synthesis of autonomy and commitment helped diffuse conflicts of interests, at least for a brief period of time.
But the ideology of romantic love could only effectively contain conflicts of interests because women were expected to renounce their desire for autonomy in favour of maintaining the relationship. Since the 1970s, this one-sided arrangement has come unstuck. At a time when women seek to develop themselves no less than men, love ceases to provide the focus for an ideology that can sustain durable commitment.
· The Crackpot Index claims to be, “A simple method for rating potentially revolutionary contributions to physics.” It’s very funny, more so if you often find yourself trying to debunk those with seriously high levels of bunk.
Tuesday, April 3, 2001
Divorce Pending for Co-Author of Time-Tested Secrets for Making Your Marriage Work
Well … just the headline should be funny enough to make you want to read the rest of the article. But! Good heavens! Did you read the ten tips? By the time I got to the third one I thought for sure it must be an April Fools’ prank. This advice is ludicrous. Trust me: These are not good rules to follow if you want to keep a man. What really worries me is that there are actually women who think this strategy might work.
- Be an inscrutable creature of mystery.
- Never do anything yourself that he can do for you.
- Have sex no more than once a week.
- Don’t stop playing hard to get.
- Don’t speak.
- Don’t stick to your budget.
- Don’t initiate sex.
- Act independent.
- Don’t concern yourself with what he does.
- Don’t apologize.
Sunday, February 11, 2001
Thursday, October 26, 2000
Every now and then I find a site that just screams, “Blog me!” There isn’t much to read at the site I found tonight; I guess she’s just getting started. But the premise behind reasons to kill my boyfriend is hysterical and her first post made me laugh, so …
Sunday, August 6, 2000
I used to be fascinated with the passage of time. I still am, I suppose. My watch chirps at me on the hour to remind me that my time is passing. I love calendars and diaries and journals and notebooks and all things similar. (Have you noticed?!) When I was younger and not as digital, I used to write things on calendars. I always had one handy. I used to write every little thing. I pulled a few out of the closet tonight to look for something. I can tell you now, for instance, almost a decade later, that on January 31, 1991, I wrote myself a note to, “Be T.C. not C.B.” And I can sit here in August 2000 and remember that at that particular point in my life I wanted to be more like Tom Cruise and less like Charlie Brown. I can tell you that on July 25 (my half-brother Michael’s birthday) I really “broke up” with Kim Taylor. Apparently I had attempted to break up with her on the 21st, but it didn’t stick. Comically enough I started seeing a different girl named Kim on the 28th and on the 31st we watched 101 Dalmations at her house before she left for Texas for two weeks. It’s funny that I can look back at the shortest little comments - “Pizza & Molson w/Lanie & D. Bloom”, “wrote note to Liz”, “Mr. Tux w/Paula & Jenny” - and they can remind me exactly what was happening. This blog isn’t anything like that. I can’t go back to a date three weeks ago and tell you what I was doing or why I blogged something. Well. Okay. Maybe I can. Hmmm. I guess I’m just thinking out loud. You go ahead and go about your business. I’ll come back later and maybe make a point. Don’t hold your breath.
Thursday, July 13, 2000
As a matter of fact, being honorable sucks. Just so you know. Dishonorable David … now that’s a cool nickname. (Way better than MuffinAss, you freak.)
Thursday, July 13, 2000
I don’t like being honorable. Not. one. bit.