Scientific repercussions
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Posted:May 4, 2016 11:15 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2016 3:51 pm
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In my 8th grade science class, I ran an experiment with my best friend Margaret. We were entered into the science fair and we won. Our experiment was heartless and cruel and today would no longer be allowed. But the times were different then and we were loaned equipment from Harvard which was quite the coup and supported wholeheartedly by our parents.
It became clear to me about halfway through the 10 week experiment, that Margaret was suffering along with the tiny creatures that we tortured daily. I had always been able to divorce myself from the process and simply noted the changes and graphed out the variables. But Margaret would hold each tiny creature as if it mattered somehow and try to ameliorate its pain, knowing full well that the degeneration was the intent. The very outcome that we were studying.
After the fair, our two families went to dinner to celebrate our blue ribbons. It was rather grand for my family to go out to a restaurant. Something that we almost never did. As we sat there in our Sunday best the grownups chatted and indulged in cocktails. Margaret and I sat, squeezed in next to each other on the banquette.
I whispered to her that now that it was over, she could take all the rest home with her.
Tears spilled over onto her cheeks and she shook her head. I reached for her hand but she hid them in the folds of her dress. The chocolate pudding had spirally whipped cream on it.
That summer, my family went to Maine as we always do for a week on the lake. Margaret was supposed to come with us but her mother said she wouldn’t be able to because she had a family obligation.
My new best friend came with us. Her name was Andrea.
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A dirty book is rarely dusty
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Posted:May 1, 2016 12:57 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2016 9:37 am
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I'm not a big fan of internet porn....not that there's anything wrong with that. and as I mention in my profile, if you want to friend me, don't send me a dicpic. it's just TMI.
I can however read salacious books and get very turned on and my Sir, well he could talk me to orgasm but then, his voice was just amazing. and I am highly suggestible and have a fertile imagination.
a lovely blogger from eons ago sent me her marquis de sade books......I treasure her gesture.
it is the mind that is the devil's or the angels' playground. it can sweep you off to places, evoke feelings like no camera or visual I have ever experienced.
when I was young, I would read incessantly and become so lost in a book that my mother would have to shake me to bring me out of it......remind me of the real world, of dinner or bedtime.
and while then I wasn't (at least not always) reading erotica, I was equally engaged with the written word. to have discovered the magic of literature at a young age was a true gift and it carried me through some of the most difficult events and periods or my life. there are authors that I count as my dearest friends although I have never and will never meet them. we have shared moments so profound and so intimate. they changed me, given me hope, lifted me out of despair, showed me truths that I wouldn't have seen had I not opened the covers of their books....
in my house, books are rarely dusty. they are treasured. frequently reached for to find a paragraph that I need to see again, or handed to a friend so they too can know the joy of the words within. sometimes they travel from friend to friend to friend but almost always they return....one came back recently gone almost 7 years. now home again.
"there is no frigate like a book"
what's your favorite book........dirty or otherwise?
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half a worm
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Posted:Apr 27, 2016 11:32 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 9:49 am
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i was watching men read tweets to a newscaster on an upworthy post on FB. the tweets were crude and demeaning and the men were finding it difficult to read them to the woman sitting across from them.
the men who had sent them anonymously had no trouble being crude and venomous and perhaps would have had no tourble being equally disgusting to her face....this i cannot judge. what i can judge is the power of the words. how they stung, how they could take a person's sense of self and twist it into a cowering, fragile distorted shadow of what it was.
it's easy to snap back when confronted with "what an asshole" or worse. easy to dismiss someone with a different opinion as just plain wrong. to lash out at the obvious things about them that make them targets - their gender, if they're fat, do they have bad skin, less educated, homos, black, retarded.........so easy to find something, isn't it? easy......
my brother had cyst acne in high school - the jocks called him pizza face.
i worked with the homeless for years. with people living with HIV for years before that. and now people are going apeshit because TR people might be in the same bathroom with their .
Trannies have been in the same bathroom with your forever people. get over it. If you are a good parent you don't let your go into a public bathroom alone - period. got it? good. the incidence of sexual malfeasance with among the GLBT community is almost nil. it ain't their thang.
slinging dirt is easy. look at our politicians. but handling yourself with dignity and granting that same dignity to all other human beings takes some real sense of self. my grampa used to say to choose your words like you choose an apple. look 'em over carefully; check for worminess and mush lest you have to spit it out.
lord knows you don't want to take a bite and find half a worm, right?
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ethics test redux
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Posted:Apr 21, 2016 10:50 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2016 3:02 pm
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Remember, your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous. Please read slowly and thoughtfully, giving due consideration to each line.
Here's the situation:
You're in Florida; Miami to be specific. There's chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. This is a flood of Biblical proportions. You're a photojournalist working for a major newspaper, & caught in the middle of this epic disaster.
The situation is nearly hopeless. You're trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses and people swirling around you, some are disappearing under the water. Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury.
Suddenly you see a man floundering in the water. He's fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris. You move closer ...somehow the man looks familiar. You suddenly realize who it is.
It's Donald Trump!!
At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take him under...forever. You have two options - you can save his life, or you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the world's most powerful men.
So here's the question, and please give an honest answer:
wait for it
ready?
Would you select high contrast color film, or would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?
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petty nuisances
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Posted:Apr 20, 2016 9:59 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2016 10:37 am
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they add up.
your server goes down.
the skirt you want to wear to the interview has a moth hole.
the 30 year old basketball pole is levelled by high winds and lands on your tenan'ts car
the only pair of pantyhose you have are beige - beige - and the slacks you could wear are at the cleaners
there are grain moths in the oatmeal
Charlie steps in poop at the park
and you really need to be on the road by 10
oh....and the hairdryer that you've had forever.....decides today is the day it will die
I was 7 minutes late for an interview and if you know me, I am early for everything so this made me less than calm.
luckily, the other candidate was a chattycathy and I had time to settle.
and the job sucked so I was in total control....snork
of course, had I wanted it, I would have probably tripped over the carpet bump, fallen headfirst into the murky aquarium and ended up covered in green slime.
sighs.
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pimpin'
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Posted:Apr 17, 2016 12:26 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2024 11:8 am
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passer58by wrote a blog called America
read it.
I have forgotten how to do the linky thing - tried twice and failed...but find it if you can.
oui
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all the king's men
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Posted:Apr 15, 2016 12:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2016 8:52 am
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when I first started blogging, I was told by a fellow blogger that these two areas were off limits and sure to be the death of any blogger at HotMatch.com. over the years as I found a following and found people I loved to read as well, politics and religion were often topics of discussion. how I wish some of those old friends were still blogging now during this current election season.
my FB page is drowning in propaganda for and against and I could spend hours commenting on posts. Instead I find myself drifting towards a new friend's posts - a hiphop artist and probably one of the busiest people I know. he works the streets to make sure everyone has what they need; a sandwich, a coat, a place to sleep that night, food stamps, a way to make art, someone to listen. he puts in at least 100 hours a week, more probably. runs a hiphop jam in the subway sunday afternoon that is all over the papers....it's poetry..it's brilliant, electric and you can check it out on youtube it's at park street station in Boston. he supports a gallery for new artists. a poetry night for the written word. he works with at a local agency. the man is a god to me. he talks to everyone on the street - really talks and better yet, really listens.
if you saw him and his friends walking towards you at night, chances are you'd cross the street. that's the shame in this.
here's the truth, we should cross the street if we see Trump.
if we see Justice, we should walk up grab his hand and thank him...he's doing the work of 100. He makes a difference every day. he lives in the light of intention and purpose and love. and he works his ass off for the little guy.
Trump and Clinton. I don't care who you are voting for but neither one of them can honestly say "i work my ass off for the little guy" or even that they give two cents for what the little guy has to face every day when they go out into the world.
they have never been little guys. nope.
ever read All the King's Men by Robert Penn Warren? If you have, you know where i'm coming from. if not, read it.
I am scared silly about this election. That Trump is considered a viable candidate gives me palpitations. are having nightmares because of the vitriol spewed by this man. foreign countries are either licking their chops in anticipation or shaking their heads at how low the USA has sunk.
and despite his misogyny, his hate speech, his lack of diplomacy, boundaries, good taste, morality, family values or a decent barber....he may become our president.
shame on anyone who votes for him....and remember when you do....whatever mess he gets us into, you asked for it.
Hillary........meh.
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long haul trucker
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Posted:Apr 13, 2016 11:19 am
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2016 11:20 am
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in my attempt to search out new employment opportunities, I have thrown my resume into the cloud.
the cloud has sown seeds and it is pouring here folks. I never knew that I was qualified for so many positions. my inbox spilleth over.
a long haul trucker - course I have to start in Arkansas. when I mentioned to them that I live in a state that is more than a 4 hour drive from there....they seemed indifferent and suggested they could find a truck in my state to begin with. the fact that I don't drive stick and have never driven anything larger than a camry...not an issue. is this not odd to anyone but me?
I could buy a popeye's franchise.. if I buy a popeye's franchise, I wouldn't be looking for work, idiot.
and every place that sells insurance......they want me. shudders. i've always secretly loathed my insurance guy. I don't want to be secretly loathed.
I could work 60 hours a week for 30K........hello do I look like i'm 15?
or CVS needs stockers for 9.75 dollars an hour, no benefits.
my resume listed both my qualifications and my pay scale. and my desired working conditions.
I cannot help but wonder what these job matching organizations use as a metric. I reckon a business might see senior and think.......okay make an offer. but an offer to someone over 400 miles away? helluva commute.
still, the search continues. i'm terminally bored, read over 15 books and caught up with all the series I had listed on Netflix. give me something to do. already increased my volunteering but even they don't have any more hours for me.
boredom is boring.
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CDB
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Posted:Apr 8, 2016 11:06 am
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2016 12:20 pm
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the cost of doing business is a metric that everyone uses to explain away stuff (big and small) that doesn't really fit into a chart of accounts but that you have do or have to have to make shit work.
while I was watching Billions the other day, I was thinking that their CDB must be enormous. writing off concerts and penthouse suites, yanno? most businesses are just writing off ittybitty stuff.
but it set my wheels turning about what we all do everyday with each other and relationships. the little gives and the tiny ways we cede things we never really think about at the moment but that over time start to feel like Greece's debt portfolio. let's be honest, we think we're just letting something go, but secretly we're keeping track on that internal scoreboard, plus, plus, minus, plus, minus, minus.
until thar she blows.
and every little slight 'youdidn'tcometomysister'sshowerwhenyousaidyouwould' that was supposedly no big thing at the time leaps straight into your brain with a dozen more pushing up behind it and you are primed for battle.
in business, a CDB is wiped annually. ceases to exist after a 12 month period...pfft and gone. but in life, well in life those little costs just hide and wait, building and building.
men are much better at letting shit go than women are. they are....admit it. not all of them, but most of them. I had one once that wasn't but not for long - he drove me nuts.
solution. the CDB in a relationship is a constant daily accounting. kind of like a cash basis system for the dailies that assists the overall accrual. if you can stand the accounting terminology. or if your my mother, you'd say....talk it out. if your my father you'd just sigh....smiles. they were married forevah.
no idea why this is on my mind today. the show Billions, the CDB being so high. you figure it out. me, i'm just looking for a Sir who won't let me build up a spreadsheet in my head that costs me a good thing.
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the (a)basement
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Posted:Apr 2, 2016 12:39 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2016 11:36 am
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the basement is a chat room here at HotMatch.com. it's supposed to be for people who are into BDSM. when I was here long ago and far away, I would go there and spend time with likeminded folk. we would discuss, we would meet new friends and we would introduce people who were questioning to the lifestyle.
I went in yesterday. so not the same. no one was discussing lifestyle, no one was following the rules of bdsm culture, and while the room wasn't very busy and perhaps was a good room to go to for a pick up, I saw no evidence of it's stated purpose.
a large number of people at HotMatch.com back in the day - tell me I don't sound old and cantankerous - left the basement because it was overrun with trolls and a group that were not particularly lifestyle but more fringe.... sort of bedroom bdsm. not that there's anything wrong with that, because a lot of folks like the kink, just don't live it 24/7.
it bothers me to a degree that on this site there is no place for people who are BDSM to gather. it was a significant room for many years and served a good purpose with Dom(me)s like BAB and TM who could really teach, and while we had our silly moments and indeed even traded recipes, we spent time on the culture and learning from each other and protecting those who were new and needed it.
now it seems like it's just a game and tbh, it scares me a bit. there are way too many crazy people in the world who can say they are a Master. and way too many people who hook up without being careful enough to have arranged for a safe call. it's easy to beat up a woman and say you're a Dom. so easy to say. The world of BDSM has so often borne the stigma of people like that.
when I appeared in the room, I was propositioned almost immediately. there is not a Dom in the BDSM world that I know that would do that. when I typed my hello appropriately for the culture, I was asked what I was doing. such a shame to lose that stylistic element.
for me, as ever, it shows how little people understand what it truly means to engage in the BDSM lifestyle. how much courage, confidence you must possess. The level of intelligence and insight into yourself you must have reached to fully allow yourself to trust.
I have always used a lower case I when I typed before but now it auto corrects. not even the HotMatch.com computer will allow me to show that a submissive can be powerful, smiles.
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can love just disappear?
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Posted:May 25, 2015 10:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2016 12:35 pm
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most of the time , i'm a talker. can't shut me up. but lately it seems i've taken to the listening role. my seems to think that it's because i've finally run out of opinions but i know that is so not true. I've just come to ground. .
meshed with some of the grief i had to fold into my soul. quieted the constant noise of hows and whys and what ifs.
thoughts are less likely to remain linear and simply float about waiting to land where they may.
my meditations are easy and long, gentle and flowing,,,more peaceful than they've been for a long time.
i was watching a movie with my bff the other night and a woman was describing grief and whether it ever stops. she said it doesn't but it changes. at first it is always there and the weight of it is impossible and then over time it becomes more like a brick in our pocket. and sometimes for a moment or two, you even forget the brick is there and then your hand goes to your pocket and you say, oh yes, that....
and when asked how she could stand it, she smiles and says, it's fin....actually.
i love this moment because i understood it. i remember nodding and thinking, it IS fine, actually. it is never going away and that's fine. it shouldn't.
love should not tear you apart, it should put you together. loss of a love does the same thing in an odd way, the extreme passion of grief and then the eventual quiet forever of it.
it's difficult for me to understand how someone can just stop loving unless it wasn't love to begin with. but if it was, then how does it just disappear?
it never has for me.
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charlie is in the closet
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Posted:Jan 20, 2015 2:58 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2016 12:33 pm
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when my brother plays the bagpipes, Charlie runs into the closet in my bedroom and pulls the door shut. something about the undertone of the bag makes his ears hurt.
he loves his uncle but those pipes just about kill him.
we've all adjusted pretty well but the holidays were odd with my niece bringing her man with her -whiny, demanding, gun toting, conspiracy theorizing, lazy assed piece of Connecticut entitled republican trust fund baby - not that there's anything wrong with that..
I nearly bit my tongue off while they were here I was being so nice.
my made me swear never to allow him in the house again.
Charlie peed in his sneakers.
sighs.
it's a terrible thing to meet someone you want to like and right away go...oh, ick. especially when your favorite girlchild in the world is in love with him.
and then to hear him make her cry? three times???
he's lucky he left with his balls let alone his luggage.
sorry.
not at all what I intended for my first post in ages.
guess I just had to clear the decks
consider the decks cleared
at least I hope so. I can't tell lately. I've been oddly off center for a while.
oui.
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