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dating is just like a job search, it is not a numbers game (this is not vegas) the more applications you send out will not determine the call backs you get.  don’t waste your time or mine if you are not qualified for the position.

Job Description:
Seeking intellectual, confident, self-aware, responsible, socially apt, well groomed, heterosexual male for procreation practice (yes, practice and practice alone)

Required Qualifications: Career oriented (not just employed); Financially responsible; Spontaneous; 6 feet tall (or taller); Proportional weight; Emotionally stable without the use of medication; Healthy (i.e. no STD’s); Interest in international travel (beyond the all inclusive resorts); Passion for life and living

Preferred Qualifications: Interest in theater, music and art; Able to discuss local, national and global politics; Understand religion as a real and abstract concept; Ability to dance (or willingness and aptitude to learn)

Application Instructions:

A) STD (Standard Time-wasting Date): Proof that you have enough money to pay for dinner at a popular national chain restaurant that uses real silverware where we talk about superficial things.

B) LTR (Lifetime To Recover): Now, if you are to discus religion, politics, or the affects of religion on politics and politics on religion, I apologize, but those are conversations I refuse to have with strangers. I reserve my real opinions and perspective for people who I would possibly be interested in getting to know. That being said, are you sure you want to venture past our witty repartee into the realm of strangers becoming acquaintances or possibly even friends? If so, I need a blood, urine, hair and stool sample along with a complete family history (maternal and paternal), a dna sample to prove they were your biological parents, a psychological evaluation, your college transcripts, 3 letters of recommendation, 2 professional references, a credit report, and proof that you saved money by switching to geico after getting a rate quote from progressive.

Oct

06

this morning i woke up at 5am. i lay wondering what i am doing with my life. yes, i pondered my lack of a five year plan. my idea of the future has always been eventually i want to… apparently i need to make more specific plans. so i’ll evaluate where i am right now.  sitting in the kitchen having a cup of tea two courses and a thesis away from my masters degree, fingerprints and training away from being able to substitute teach, starting a job at the new barnes and noble cafe (yes, that does mean 50% off coffee and 30% off books!), and that’s pretty much it.

i need to have a plan.  any suggestions?  i’m looking for teaching positions, i’m going to be back in school next semester and finish over the summer, i’m considering applying to USF for their phd program, and i’ve decided what i want to be when i grow up (yes, i am not grown up yet!)…a philanthropist.  so, now that we’ve decided that i should map out my plan.

  • masters degree
  • phd
  • teaching
  • marry an independently wealthy man/win the lottery
  • live fabulously
  • become a philanthropist

that was easy.  i should do this whole planning thing more often.

Oct

05

I sat this morning thinking about some of the greatest love stories of all time. Yes, I know I am such a romantic. Some of the greatest literature was written to express love as an exploration of the deepest emotion. This poem reflects the kind of love I want to have and also have reciprocated. Sonnet XLIII by Elizabeth Barrett Browning;

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

i’m reading The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton.  i’ve been a fan of her ever since reading Ethan Frome where she describes a character as a wizened rose.  her imagery is stellar.  thus far my favorite quote is a definition of marriage as;

“a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on one side and hypocrasy on the other” (38)

i want to read the book from cover to cover in one sitting.  it is that good, but since i have other things to do with my life it probably won’t happen today.  i do have all weekend though.

Do you remember your first time?  Most people recall an awkward experience between two people who had no idea what they were doing, no proverbial fireworks, the earth moved (but no more than usual).  And that’s if you even remember it at all.  Idealistically I could put a price tag on it, but since I gave it away that price does not matter.  It’s not like I can go back though my taxes and claim a deduction for a donation I made. 

This brings me to all this fuss in the news about this Sacramento State co-ed who has decided to turn what people generally give away into her most valuable asset.  The irony, this truly is the worlds oldest profession and people continue to do it to this day, regardless of social status, but ince it can not be taxed or regulated we find it morally wrong.  Women have had their virginity sold to the highest bidder for ages (we now call it marriage).  Daughters were used as political and economic tools to align families, maintain wealth, and create partnerships.

So, why all the fuss about this 22 year old woman who has graduated from college and decided to use her virginity to provide her with financial security.  Unlike most girls her age who seek these things in the institution of marriage, she recognizes that the best bang (pun intended) for a buck is not marriage.

Sex has and continues to be one of the highest commodities traded.  We all remember the addage “Sex Sells”, because it does.  From Disney to Playboy, sex or the lack thereof, is a promotional tool used to market to a specific audience.  I would not be surprised if we find out down the line that the US government provided funds to Disney for their artists to promote selibacy.  It is not like the company has any religious convictions, but it is significanlty more profitable for them and their employees if they are marketable to their target audience as well as their audience’s parents.

So back to the question…how much was yours worth?  Considering the current rate, I was drastically underpaid!  

in my past i spent time interepreting my dreams.  i would try to understand what the dream meant about me, what i was thinking, and what i was hoping for.  this one was simple.  i know exactly what it meant  i’m not going into detail about the dream (especially since there wasn’t much to it).  the basic premise is this

i was laying down in bed, unable to sleep.  i rolled onto my right side away from the light and closed my eyes.  i took a deep breath, holding it before releasing it slowly.  (this is something i do a lot when i can not sleep) then i felt it.  a warm, soft, yet firm hold.  it was the feeling of safety, knowing that everything will be fine. i felt protected and could go to sleep.

after the last couple days i needed it.  i woke up this morning and fell a lot better.  i don’t know what is going to happen (which is usually the case) but i’m feeling like myself again and up for whatever life brings.

i don’t know what it is, but something has been wrong the last couple days.  maybe it’s just me, maybe i’m fighting a slump, maybe i realize that i am not as focused as i should be, maybe i am over reacting.  i just seem off.  i think i’m going to have to take a day and get myself together, but for now it’s a relaxing shower…

i’m not certain where to begin the story. does it start in the present or go chronologically? i guess it will all come together when it is done. here is another segment.

She really is my oldest and dearest friend. Three years my senior she has been a bit of a big sister to me. I looked up to her, I still do. She has a way about her, a self-awareness I am finally beginning to develop. She has always known who she was, a consequence of a harsh adolescence. We met 21 years ago. It was June, summer vacation. My family had just emigrated from Trinidad to Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. Her grandmother lived in the same apartment complex we did. I cannot remember much of her then, I know our lives intertwined at that point, but it is not until much later that she became such an important figure in my life.

feel free to leave your comments, questions, and suggestions.

can somebody please explain to me why this makes no sense…

companies and corporations fight government taxation to be able to save their money, but then they make these large campaign contributions to political candidates. isn’t that giving the money to the government?? best of all, the money isn’t used for anything useful.

i guess nobody notices but me

~the management

It all started as a means of keeping two women occupied and amused as we sat at home each day. I never imagined it would come to this. Perhaps somewhere deep within the crevices of my heart I hoped, but my mind would never solidify the thought.  All of a sudden, without warning, it happened.

What do you think?  Is it a good beginning, does it reel you in?  Are you wanting more?