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My loyal reader...and equally loyal sister, Sherry, called me the other day with a few suggestions for this blog, one of which was to clarify the first half of my previous post about the basketball player, which I have since done. I had a feeling it was confusing when I wrote it, and since she read it quickly twice and didn't get it, that was enough reason for me to go back to edit it. Her second suggestion was that I write my thoughts on the NFL bullying case that has been such a topic of conversation around the country the past few weeks. My thought is this:  ______________. I have no thought on it for the overly simple reasons that: a) For some reason, I just really don't care b) I don't like to judge and c) I am a big believer that to really be qualified to express an opinion on something, one has to gather as much evidence as possible coming to a fair conclusion. To truly understand that case, I'd need to read what the victim was alleging, what the allege

If you disagree with this, I'll forgive you

Driving home Friday night, at some point the juxtaposition of two otherwise seemingly unrelated thoughts drew me to an unlikely conclusion. The first thought centered around Andrew Bynum, who was returning to play against the 76ers that night. As backround, when the 76ers traded (an awful lot) to get him last season, he was one of the top players in basketball. It was only after getting him that the extent of an injury he had became partially, and eventually fully known. As a result, he never played a single game for the 76ers and the fans have made it clear on sports talk radio that they resent him for it, not just because they were so excited to get him and their team gave up so much for him and ended up with nothing, but because it was alleged that after he had one bad knee and had missed half the season, it was reported that he then hurt his other knee...bowling! With half the season yet to play! And then when the season ended there was a youtube video posted of him dancing the
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I have a feeling there are just enough obsessed teenage Taylor Swift fans, if any of them were to google deep enough into her name that she'll come across this, that I feel obliged to pass along this story from a friend, who is also a Friend, for those most devoted fans, who might actually be interested in this, unlike my 4-5 regular readers, not including the dozen or so who've visited from the Russian Federation, according to the Live Traffic Feed down the right hand side of my page. I had heard from my F/friend Howard that a mutual friend had lived across the street from Taylor Swift when she lived up in the Wyomissing area. I'll only identify him as Taylor L., both because that is his name and because that is relevant to the rest of this story. Actually, I'll let Wikipedia tell some background to the story, edited down somewhat: Taylor Alison Swift was born on December 13, 1989 in Reading, Pennsylvania . Her father, Scott Swift, is a Merrill Lynch financial
This is no great revelation, but I think that whether or not you like a movie has a lot to do with the mood or mental space you are in when you see it. I once saw a movie called Far Away with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman that I absolutely loved, but it didn't get good reviews, and in retrospect probably wasn't as great as I thought it was at the time. But I saw it with a girl I was really into at the time and it was a beautiful spring evening and we had a really fun time that night. Similarly with Saturday Night Fever, as Mike Rellahan continues to torment me about. I think I saw that movie 3 times when it came out and it was at the right time in my life. I can remember trying, even successfully to some extent, to copy some of the dance moves, OK maybe just one in particular, from that movie in parties I went to at Earlham that spring, my senior year. (If I tried the same move now, I would permanently rip most of the ligaments and cartilage in both knees.) So, all that is
Spending time with two of my favorite women in a bar last night (sounds like a country song is about to git writ), my wife and also my sister, Laurie, we came to a little bit of a revelation. There was a big campaign a year or so back called the It Gets Better Project ( http://www.itgetsbetter.org/ ), intended "...to communicate to lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender youth around the world that it gets better." Here's the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgFml9ZHtE4&feature=player_embedded And I think it goes without saying that that message is equally applicable to anyone in those tough teen years, especially, when you question where you fit in and wonder if you're doing "it" right...doing everything right...doing anything right. And to anyone under the age of about 30 who is going through a bad stretch, it's a great message to tell them that It Gets Better. What Laurie, Cheryl and I realized last night is that past a certain age,
I don't know which part about Miley Cyrus' VMA performance I liked least:  - how raunchy it was and the message it sends to both young males and females about what is expected and is acceptable for a young woman to do in public, or  - that that was my reaction to it. It makes me sound like our parent's generation used to sound talking about anyone from Elvis Presley to Madonna. And things like that don't get better in future performances, they only get worse, especially given the impact on TV ratings and the publicity they generate for the performer. So, we have that to look forward to. On the other hand, there was a story on Huffington Post yesterday showing clips from Miley's new video coming out soon, featuring her naked on a wrecking ball (yes, you read that right) and well, yeah, I clicked on it and watched (and no, I'm not including a link here).  But she kept her tongue in her mouth so it was fine.
Most people love fireworks. I never really understood why until I figured out a week or two ago that I like fireworks sort of in the same way I like sex. The first 10 minutes or so of fireworks is like foreplay. It's fun and all, but I'm mostly just looking forward to the grand finale. At least until I met Cheryl that is! ( Seriously .) Sometimes I think my kids will get a kick out of this blog some day when they stumble across it and then there are posts that make me hope they never find it...and after reading this one, they will probably feel the same way.
Miscellaneous thoughts, all in one post, since none of them seem worthy of their own post: Jamie's Rules :  - The word "dish" should only be used in relation to food and never to words, as in: Matt Lauer dishes on Katie Couric! The most annoying thing about the way this has come to be used is that, in the unfortunate event one should try to read such drivel, it is mostly just the first person describing something about the second person that none of us would associate with our usual expectation of what we might see. ------ Why are only women ever described as being "sassy" or having sass? I guess a male can sass someone: " Don't you sass me, boy !", which along with the phrase " Oh no, you didenh !" has to be said in the supposed tongue of a large black woman, but you'll never see a male described as sassy anywhere. ------- According to my analytics, someone found my blog by googling: anuhka.sex . I'd like to be ab
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Note to self: Instead of trying to get ourselves to stop buying things we don't need, Cheryl and I should start wearing high heels when we shop. TUESDAY, Aug. 27 (HealthDay News) -- The higher your heels, the smarter the shopper you will be. That's according to new research that found having to focus on physical balance tends to lead to more balanced buying decisions. "If you're someone who tends to overspend, or you're kind of an extreme person, then maybe you ought to consider shopping in high heels," study author Jeffrey Larson, a marketing professor at Brigham Young University, said in a university news release. His team found that when consumers' minds are focused on staying balanced, they are more likely to consider all of their buying options and choose a mid-range product, as opposed to something high-end or of low quality. Yo, Jeff, did you also consider the possibility that when you're wearing heels, your feet hurt so dam

Plus ca change, plus ca change.

Among the many things to remind us of how the world has changed since the 60’s when I was growing up, here’s one more. The Phillies signed pitchers last week from these 3 teams: -       The Normal Corn Belters -       The Washington Wild Things -       The Canberra Calvary   Possibly also worth noting...Two of the signed guys’ most recent ERA’s were 13.50 and 5.93. Phillies add two new right-handers to GCL roster The Phillies have needed some pitching help lately at the lower levels and have reached into the ranks of independent baseball and the Australian Baseball League for help. In the past week, they’ve signed three young pitchers, with the latest two joining the GCL Phillies. Last week it was left-hander Ryan Demmin , who was signed by the Phillies after his contract was purchased from the Normal Corn Belters of the independent Frontier League. Demmin made a start for Lakewood last Friday, going eight innings and allowing just two unearned runs,

In fact, just the thought of it gives me a hashtagging headache.

Call me Old School but I don't use hashtags. I use the pound sign.
There was another one of "those" studies that came out recently that "found that employees who have sex frequently have significantly higher salaries than those who don't." http://www.philly.com/philly/jobs/People_who_have_sex_often_make_more_money_study_finds.html?nlid=6179591 This raises a number of questions for me: 1 - When employers start to wonder if employee productivity has started to wane, should they encourage their employees to hook up with each other...maybe even re-purpose a little-used conference room? People people! I need your attention. I'm passing around a sign-up sheet for the Conubial Room for everyone so we can perk things up around here! Please remember to check off whether you would rather be paired up with your same gender, the other one, or for a solo session." 2 - Does it count just as much if one is uh, self-enjoying? Or could one do better by visiting some ladies of the evening? (Maybe that too should be in the emplo
News item: Reading Fightin Phils – Double A The Reading Fightin Phils split a doubleheader with the Altoona Curve at Peoples Natural Gas Field in Altoona, Pa. I’m not sure I’d want to go to a game at a stadium honoring Peoples Natural Gas.
It struck me today that as much as we on the left like to make fun of our right-wing friends for all the mistakes they've made in predicting the results of the Obama Presidency (still waiting for the economic collapse, the double digit inflation and stock market crash), we were just as wrong about the GW Bush Presidency. Obama has been so, so much better than the Rs predicted, to their great dismay, and GWB was so, so much worse than we predicted...to our great dismay.
It sometimes bugs me how many Republicans are constantly booked on the Sunday morning political talk shows - the most obvious, quantitative measure of how the main stream media skews to the right - all statistics show there are consistently more men, more Republicans, more white folks booked on those shows than Dems, women or minorities. But after yesterday, I'm starting to think it's not such a bad thing, as explained by this article in Huffington Post: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/11/donald-trump-louie-gohmert-steve-king_n_3740081.html As the author wrote: "Here is a message to the Republican Party, from me: Guys, I don't know if you've noticed this, but you are getting rooked pretty badly by the Sunday shows. Did y'all wake up today thinking that the best thing for your message was to have it carried by guys like Trump and Louis Gohmert and Steve King? I am guessing that's not the case. But that's who got booked, because nothing is be
Interesting how according to the metrics/analytics of this blog, some of which only I can see and some of which can be seen down the right hand side of this blog, all the most viewed posts on this blog are of things having to do with sex or have pictures of sexy women (I should gratuitously add one here just to get more hits), but generally the only posts that get comments are on politics and are from the usual kinds of blog trolls, most of whom, from reading their writing, seemed to have dropped out of school in about 5th grade, which only seems to reinforce the stereotype of the standard uneducated Republican voter. And oddly, the more stupidity I see in the comments only embolden me to write more about politics so said trolls have a chance to see a point of view they don't generally see from the overwhelmingly right-wing, conservative mainstream media that they feed on. It's also remarkable how rarely the comments address anything I actually wrote in the post. More ofte

Sappy stuff

Yesterday was my son, Trevor's 13th birthday. I don't want to write about that in the usual context of how old it makes me feels, since it doesn't and because that's not what's important here. And it would be easy to write the ole Where has the time gone?! But that isn't fair either, though it has an element of truth. Instead I'll say the same thing I said in this  Facebook page, which is that the last 12, though actually, it's 13, years of my life have been by far the best, though I could also frame it as the last 15, when Cheryl, Ev and Liss came permanently into my life, or the last 9+ since Emma was born. But even more in terms of the Trevman, what I'd like to say is just how incredibly proud I am of him and the person he's become. I have never ever met anyone so relentlessly happy and upbeat. He never lets anyone get him down. Oh, his little sister knows how to push his buttons fer sure, but other than a quick flash of exasperation, Tre
Wow, it's been a long time since I posted anything. I've had a number of thoughts of things I'd like to post, but I often wonder if I've already written it here somewhere since they are often things I've thought about a lot over the years. That leaves me with 3 options: 1 - Go through the whole blog to see if I've already written it. 2 - Don't take the time to look it up but write it anyway. 3 - Don't do either 1 or 2 above, taking the chance it'll never get written for fear of writing it more than once. I think I'll go with #2 above based on the idea that if I don't remember if I wrote it, the readers probably won't either. So please excuse the possible early signs of Alzheimer's if you see the same topic written about twice. (I am SO tempted to copy this entire post and then re-post it a second time, wondering if I'd already written about this. Oh, the hilarity.)
I was again thinking about the phrase I've heard so many times over the years about marriage, about how hard you have to work at it to make it a success, and again wondered what exactly that means, since I don't feel like I have to work all that hard at it. It came to mind one evening as I was scrubbing a sink full of crusty baking pots and pans and it made me wonder if one definition or example of that hard work required is whenever you do something like I was doing just then, or doing anything that you wouldn't normally want to do if you were single - the things you do just for your partner, because he or she wants it that way, when you couldn't care less. For me, that includes a lot of little stuff like making the bed in the morning, keeping the bathroom counter clear, putting away shoes so they aren't all out on the floor near the side door and more than anything, swallowing some of my thoughts when they might lead to an argument because I know the argument j

Unless he only used it to play Fourth of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)

If you were looking for a room to rent, and this ad intrigued you, I seriously think you need to reevaluate where your life has taken you: Hello, I am looking for a lodger in my house. I have had a long and interesting life and have now chosen Brighton as a location for my retirement. Among the many things I have done in my life is to spend three years alone on St. Lawrence Island. These were perhaps the most intense and fascinating years of my life, and I was kept in companionship with a walrus whom I named Gregory. Never have I had such a fulfilling friendship with anyone, human or otherwise, and upon leaving the island I was heartbroken for months. I now find myself in a large house over looking Queens Park and am keen to get a lodger. This is a position I am prepared to offer for free (eg: no rent payable) on the fulfillment of some conditions. I have, over the last few months, been constructing a realistic walrus costume, which should fit most people of average proportions, and
My last political post for the day. This one is about the faux "scandal" involving the IRS, which has the usual right-wing media in a froth. Here's what you won't hear about on any major network since they seem to take most of their talking points from Fox: An analysis of a list of groups approved for tax exempt status, released by the Internal Revenue Service in the wake of its admission to targeting conservative groups for heightened scrutiny, determined that of the groups approved, more than two-thirds were conservative. The analysis, by Martin A. Sullivan of Tax Analysts , examined a list of 176 advocacy organizations that were ultimately approved for tax exempt status by the IRS during the period when the service admits to having targeted certain conservative groups with inappropriate criteria. According to Sullivan's analysis, 122 of the groups were conservative, 48 were liberal or non-conservative and 6 remain of unidentified ideology. The IRS release

Not exciting stuff, but pretty frustrating

And more on Food Stamps, which I first referenced in the article below this one. This time from Paul Krugman: E stimates from the consulting firm Moody’s Analytics suggest that each dollar spent on food stamps in a depressed economy raises G.D.P. by about $1.70 — which means, by the way, that much of the money laid out to help families in need actually comes right back to the government in the form of higher revenue. Wait, we’re not done yet. Food stamps greatly reduce food insecurity among low-income children, which, in turn, greatly enhances their chances of doing well in school and growing up to be successful, productive adults. So food stamps are in a very real sense an investment in the nation’s future — an investment that in the long run almost surely reduces the budget deficit, because tomorrow’s adults will also be tomorrow’s taxpayers. So what do Republicans want to do with this paragon of programs? First, shrink it; then, effectively kill it. The

Have they No Shame, part 2 million

There is generally no bill that moves through Congress other than the annual Defense budget bill that get me as upset as the Farm Bill. Seems like an innocuous sort of thing - Save the Farmers and all that. But this article in the NYT summarizes a little of my frustration with it, which usually has to do with the corporate welfare given to mega-agribusiness monstrosities like Monsanto and Archer-Daniels-Midland. Now the Rs aren't content just to do that, now they want to take food out of the mouths of the working poor at the same time: The current versions of the Farm Bill in the Senate (as usual, not as horrible as the House) and the House (as usual, terrifying) could hardly be more frustrating. The House is proposing $20 billion in cuts to SNAP — equivalent, says Beckmann, to “almost half of all the charitable food assistance that food banks and food charities provide to people in need.” [2] Deficit reduction is the sacred excuse for such cruelty, but the first could be ach
My sister, Laurie posted a series of photos on Facebook from her recent visit with us. Looking at the photos of me, it strikes me that I have never looked older, heavier, happier or more in love with my family. Sure beats being young, fit, grumpy and lonely, as I once was.
So right on in today's DailyKos: The media has gone into high boil over the actions of a handful of IRS employees in Cincinnati. The IRS is deliberately targeting political groups! They even admit it! Can impeachment be far behind? Next step, tie this to Benghazi and any other fact-free psuedo-scandal close at hand. Step two, moan about the general incompetence and corruption of government. Step three, demand scalps — but not before there's time to spin out a good half dozen Sunday talk show seasons on Taxgazi, or Tax and Furious, or whatever brand the pundits decide has the most snap. You know this one must be the real deal, because every news channel, newspaper, local anchor, radio nutjob, and water cooler wag is singing the same tune. Hell, even Jon Stewart is on step two. There's just one minor problem: the exact purpose of the IRS office in question IS to look at political groups. Specifically, to weed out purely political groups that promote or oppose candidates
As much for posterity as any other reason, I'll post this here for future reference. My letter in today's Daily Local News: http://www.dailylocal.com/article/20130507/OPINION02/130509703/a-few-recent-headlines-contain-some-positives?nstrack=sid:593146|met:300|cat:0|order:4
This was an interesting article in the NYT last week about confidence in women and men. Some interesting quotes from the story and my reactions: “I firmly believe one of the unintended consequences of the feminist revolution has been that men in my generation are raised without a strong self-identity, and, in essence, grow up to be little more than boys looking for mothers.” As much as I'd like to believe that, I'm not sure men weren't looking to marry a woman like their mom back in the day anyway. It was just accepted that it was that way. Now a man is expected to do many of those things himself. We don't like it, but we understand it. One 58-year-old mom wrote that mothers “might as well have had, as a friend of mine puts it, ‘our vocal cords cut.’ We want to talk in nice voices and stay calm and sit down and have a heart-to-heart. Our children want the five-minute version — direct, to the point. They come back at anything we say with smart remarks that knock t
This is such a great article in last week's NY Times. I wanted to excerpt parts of it, but there's not much I wouldn't want to highlight. That said, here is the best of it: Democrats got 1.4 million more votes for all House positions in 2012 but Republicans still won control with a cushion of 33 seats. Look at how different this Republican House is from the country they are supposed to represent. It’s almost like a parallel government, sitting in for some fantasy nation created in talk-radio land. As a whole, Congress has never been more diverse, except the House majority. There are 41 black members of the House, but all of them are Democrats. There are 10 Asian-Americans, but all of them are Democrats. There are 34 Latinos, a record — and all but 7 are Democrats. There are 7 openly gay, lesbian or bisexual members, all of them Democrats.   Only 63 percent of the United States population is white. But in the House Republican majority, it’s 96 percent white.
Every now and then, a blogger on Dailykos lists some of his favorite signature lines---aka the links, quotes, or other words of wisdom that some add to the bottom of their comments  --- that he's come across. I see them and I think - I wish I'd thought to say that! Here are my faves from the most recent list: - I don't mind if you're straight. Just don't flaunt it in public. (Chrisove) - I can think of no more stirring symbol of man's humanity to man than a fire engine. -- Kurt Vonnegut (SteelerGrrl) - Lanza's mom had..an ar-15...Glock 20...Sig 9mm...nine full 30 round ammo clips...my mom has..cookies. (Arrow) - You can safely assume you have created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do. --Anne Lamott (zooecium) - Minority rights should never be subject to majority vote. (lostboyjim) - The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a

And of course it goes without saying that the more we do of #4, the more we'll get of #5

Seems to me women want men to be as complex as they (women) are, so that there is some thing, some mysterious key to “figuring us out” and women are continually surprised and disappointed that we’re as simple as we are. 1 - Food 2 - Football 3 - Fucking 4 - Farting (and yeah, probably in that order once we're married. #3 was probably higher before we got married.) Once women get that, they’ve got 90% of us. Oh, wait, those 4 and: 5 - The need for space…lots of space. And we men want women to be as simple as we men are and we are continually surprised and disappointed that they’re as complex as they are. And believe me, I'm not even a little bit proud of any of that from my perspective.
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Ask guys in my age-range about their memories of their first experience in going to a ballgame, and I'll bet a majority, even if it's only 51%, would refer to the least likely of answers: The Colors. Because most of us grew up without a color TV until I was out of college I think, when I went to my first game at old Connie Mack Stadium in 1966 (in fact, here's the boxscore - I remember so much about that game!), as I walked through the vomitorium (look it up - it's not what you think), ok, through the entrance under the seats into the seating area, it was like Dorothy stepping out of her house into Munchkinland - oh, what bright, vivid colors! The dazzling green grass, the white chalk lines, the fire engine red seats, the blue I-don't-remember-what, I just remember vivid blues too! Just dazzling. Oh, and I also went to the last game ever played at Connie Mack, which is probably worthy of a blog post of its own, but in case someone comes across a bright red
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My first impressions from last night's Phillies opener, as emailed to a friend: I think Cole really missed Chooch last night. I like Kratz, but the 2 of them didn’t seem to be jiving real well and Hamels’ pitch selections were weird and he seemed rushed. Hopefully first game jitters, but hard to understand from a former World Series MVP. I like Revere but I don’t see him hitting one out this year without a lot of wind behind him. We have a pool on him in our fantasy league. I have 8/4/13, but that includes inside-the-parkers. I didn’t mind Cholly starting Mayberry last night. Nix looks totally lost. I wonder if he’ll keep Revere at the top of the lineup against lefties. I kind of hope not. But I do like their lineup in general. I think they’ll score a lot of runs. Everyone’s concerned about Halladay. I think you can book something in the 12-12 4.20 ERA range. I think Kendrick may be even more of a key and a variable this year oddly. Is he the guy who led the majors in ERA t
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Cheryl likes to cite the annual WIP Wing Bowl as an example of the most obvious sign of the coming apocalypse... but there's a better one in my view. When I was a kid, besides literally having to walk a half mile to the bus, uphill both ways (to the end of Black Horse Road at rte. 401), it was the kids who tried to cheat on tests (not me!!!) and the teachers who caught them and turned them in. Now it's the teachers who cheat and the kids who turn them in: 3 dozen school administrators and teachers indicted in Atlanta cheating scandal By Kate Brumback, Associated Press / March 30, 2013 at 9:35 am EDT Atlanta Juwanna Guffie was sitting in her fifth-grade classroom taking a standardized test when, authorities say, the teacher came around offering information and asking the students to rewrite their answers. Juwanna rejected the help. "I don't want your answers, I want to take my own test," Juwanna told her teacher, according to Fulton County District
Sitting in my car at a 4 lane intersection, waiting with a couple dozen cars waiting for the light to change, I thought: Wouldn't it be fun to have a fake gruesome head or a big snake that you could hang upside down from the end of a telescoping pole that you could poke out your window and extend it out to the front of the car in front of you and hang over their front window?
We have heard anecdotes about the reactions from people just seconds before they die, such as when Steven Jobs died, he said Oh WOW! and died moments later. And we hear from people who have had NDEs (Near Death Experinces) where they were clinically dead for short periods, and they come back and tell us of the amazing beauty they saw on the other side. And for the people who experience those NDEs and come back, they often tell of refusing to die, that there was someone or some people they still wanted to spend more time with, such as their children. I wonder how often people in those situations actually have an option of refusing to die, and how many of them are so overcome with the beauty on the other side that they think - heck, this is nice - I'm stayin'!
Seems like more and more over the past decade you can tell whether someone is more likely to vote Republican or Democrat by figuring out first and foremost which upsets them more: How little the rich have to pay in taxes or how little the poor have to pay in taxes.
I went to a few funerals earlier this month, each for someone of my parents' generation. At the second of the two, there were so many people there, in a non-denominational setting, that I had to stand along one side of the packed room, giving me an opportunity to spend time, as I waited for it to start, looking at the assembled mourners. To say that I was among the 5 youngest non-family attenders of the hundred or so gathered was obvious. It was a very grey looking crowd (not that I'm not!). And it made me wonder... I think part of the appeal for young women in going to weddings, besides the opportunity to dress up and to dance and drink and celebrate and be among friends, is the chance to imagine what her big day will be like - a day they spend a good portion of their young fantasy life imagining things like what color schemes they'll use, what flowers they'll carry, who'll be in it, where it'll be, who they'll invite. I'm sure I can't even mak

But in the end, all I really want to know is what Father Guido Sarducci would say about all this

Trev and I go to a thing called Guys Read at the local library every month where dads and sons discuss whatever book they've chosen to read the previous month. At the meeting earlier this month, the boys were off discussing what kind of superpowers they'd give their own alien, leaving the 4-5 dads to make small talk, which is routinely awkward, none of us being the sort of outgoing, jovial-types who thrive in such situations. But this time, someone brought up the topic of the Pope having recently announced that he was going to resign and one dad said the rumors had already started as to what the real reason for it could be. I quickly said that I hoped it was not some new scandal that would surface, as the church, and any of us even barely interested (which would describe my level) had already had way more than they/we could handle. But then he went on to say that one theory was that the Pope may have been previously married or fathered (Or would it be Fathered) a chil
Cheryl and I had an awesome weekend away a few weeks back. I'd call it a Red Berenson weekend, though to be fair, he accomplished his amazing feat in 60 minutes, where it took us almost exactly 60 hours, going from late Friday night to Sunday afternoon. I'm not sure he scored again the next night though, so we have that going for us.

Mirrors can have SOME value if used correctly

Dailykos had an interesting piece yesterday excerpting from that day's NY TImes: This is a great, lengthy piece about young techno-savvy Republicans thinking Mitt Romney lost because of Twitter. But among the wealth of information in it, there's this: The [young, working-class] all-female focus group [in Ohio] began with a sobering assessment of the Obama economy. All of the women spoke gloomily about the prospect of paying off student loans, about what they believed to be Social Security’s likely insolvency and about their children’s schooling. A few of them bitterly opined that the Democrats care little about the working class but lavish the poor with federal aid. “You get more off welfare than you would at a minimum-wage job,” observed one of them. Another added, “And if you have a kid, you’re set up for life!” About an hour into the session, Anderson walked up to a whiteboard and took out a magic marker. “I’m going to write down a word, and you guys free-associate wit