Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Via Karol, an article comes to our attention, written by some kind of travel advice columnist type guy, for spoiled rotten brats.
It may seem like paradise – getting away from it all with your loved one to that beach hotel on the Cote d’Azur or an idyllic island in the Greek archipelago for a glorious week or two.
And that’s the rub. Periods of unstructured time – the break from routine – can play havoc with relationships. If you are used to having time apart, being together all day, every day, for several days can send the best relationship into an acrimonious tailspin.
I have known relationships to survive, not so much in spite of, but because of, the regular absence of one partner on business trips.
Absence really can make the heart grow fonder. Hence the adage, “I married him for better or for worse; but not for lunch.”
Monsters.
Sorry, I have bad memories about this. Those are from half a lifetime ago; nowadays, I can’t even imagine being coupled-up with someone across from whom I’d desire that kind of distance. At that point, a woman becomes nothing more than a name. Perhaps a warm body to keep in bed at night; and, one may have the sense of phony decency to avoid sleeping with others, but only to avoid social stigma. What’s the point, really? How much affection can you have for someone, without wanting to be around them?
I have trouble keeping my cool about this, so offensive do I find it. It really isn’t so much old, bad memories, as much as more modern, in-the-moment fatigue. It’s the same thing I was bitching and bellyaching about over here, really.
It isn’t hard at all to figure out what today’s Eleventh Plague of Egypt is. We have been consumed with a passion, to get all the props and accolades for instigating, reciprocating and nurturing relationships with those around us — but to accept none of the associated responsibilities, burdens, and just plain ol’ pains-in-the-ass. We want to be known for our “People Skills” without having to work for them.
How many are ready to sympathize with this plight of “Too Much Time With Him In Aruba” or wherever — but at the same time — are ready to jump in and hiss & spit their venom at Sen. Gramm for his Nation of Whiners crack?
Gramm earned for himself a Shakespearean brand of protest, from where I see things. His comment wandered far too close to the truth.
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