02.02.10 – A Tuesday


WORD

ardor [ahr-der] n. 1. great warmth of feeling; fervor; passion: She spoke persuasively and with ardor 2. intense devotion, eagerness, or enthusiasm; zeal: his well-known ardor for Chinese art 3. burning heat

BIRTHDAY

Solomon R. Guggenheim (1861), James Joyce (1882), Howard Johnson (1897), Ayn Rand (1905), Stan Getz (1927), Tom Smothers (1937), Graham Nash (1942), Farrah Fawcett (1947), Brent Spiner (1949), Christie Brinkley (1954), Shakira (1977)

STANDPOINT

Last night I heard a story involving a single man and a married woman. To the point, they had a booze-fueled, ill advised night of sexual intimacy. Both the man and the woman are part of a group of people who hang out socially several nights per week.

When I hear such stories, about 284 thoughts race through my head. Is the guy worried about the woman’s husband finding out? Does he panic every time he sees the husband, wondering if the secret if finally out? Does the woman worry about the same thing? In the future, if similar circumstances were to take place, let’s say, ten more times, what percentage of those nights would the two of them commit the same mistake? And would either of them even consider it as such?

But, the idea I struggle with the most, is who, if anyone, is more at fault? Let’s face it. Any time married people cheat on their spouses, however it happens, it’s the ultimate shitty thing to do. On the flip side, a single person who hooks up with a married individual, that’s kind of equally shitty. But, really, who’s more in the wrong? Or are they both essentially and simultaneously bad people?

Seriously, I want to know your take on it. Post a comment and tell me what you think.

QUOTATION

It is not worth an intelligent man’s time to be in the majority. By definition, there are all ready enough people to do that. ↔ G. H. Hardy

TUNE

OK.  I’m not what you’d consider a huge fan of Switchfoot. But, for my money, “Faust, Midas and Myself” is about as kickass a ditty as you can come by. I’ll admit it. I’m a sucker for emphatically sung lyrics completely surrounded by strongly strummed power chords. And when Switchfoot lead singer Jon Foreman belts out the lines, “What direction? Death or action. Life begins at the intersection,” well, I think it’s superb.

GALLIMAUFRY

Great news, everyone! Once we’ve destroyed this planet, me might be able to pick up and move to a new one. It appears some scientists are close to discovering a planet that may be capable of supporting human life. And that’s pretty sweet because I’d hate to think the human race would throw in the towel after fucking up just one planet. We’re bigger than Earth. We need to take this show on the road and show the rest of the universe what they’ve been missing.

→ I watch television late at night and am always up when the Emergency Broadcasting System message airs. And I constantly wonder why, after all ready grabbing my attention by disrupting my show with long beeps, there’s a need to play the sound of rolling thunder? Is it an attempt to be creative or dramatic or something?

→ Man, remember when the commercials during the Super Bowl were pretty entertaining? (And most years, the highlight of the evening?) Well, we’ve apparently found a way to make it as controversial as just about everything else. Good job, everyone. Our record of turning absolutely nothing into a big fucking problem is still un

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3 thoughts on “02.02.10 – A Tuesday

  1. Hi, I wouldn’t mind at all. Make sure to send me a link if you do. Much appreciated.

  2. Who’s at fault? A couple of thoughts:
    1. Sometimes its the spouse who often is a catalyst for the situation because they act like a spouse and not a lover.
    2. Sometimes its the stupid girl who thinks that she will actually make him fall in love with her and pretends that shes ok with indiscriminate sex – trust me – they actually think that way.
    3. Sometimes no one is at fault because two people just decided to go for it.
    4. and final thought… anybody I know?? LOL

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