My father is stopping in this weekend. He is looking at property in Maryland again, his main office has always been in Baltimore, though he has practiced out of Providence for some time now, he’s been in Australia or Puerto Rico for half of the last several years. I hope the old architect feels like painting. I need a darker more subdued look for studying.
The title has nothing to do with my father or me of course. (though I’m sure I’m always beautiful in his eyes, he has never been a scientist, or crazy)
I thought it appropriate to use this election season given the events of the last week, fitting I guess you’d say, to use an opening line from a book once reviewed for the School Library Journal as sophomoric, sexist, militantly right wing, and excessively verbose.
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I’m in the busy phase again. The three minute shower, reading on the toilet phase. Also called the look longingly at the bar stools filling with friends, but out of necessity doing some library time, going home and eating cold spaghetti phase. In light of this I wasn’t pleased to find my host emailing me to tell me I have exceeded my CPU usage. I’m like .….right. You want me to purchase a dedicated server? Get me a laugh track. I don’t even need a yellow light at this blog, never mind a red one.
They will gladly help me “optimize” for $75 dollars an hour to stave off the need for some hundred dollar a month server.
I’m optimizing on my own. If the consequences of that are a disappearing blog don’t be alarmed. I’ll find it eventually and get it back up.
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“On Wednesday, the Subcommittee on National Security and Foreign Affairs held a second hearing to examine the current status of sexual assault response and prevention within the U.S. military. The hearing featured testimony by Dr. Kaye Whitley, the Director of the Defense Department’s Sexual Assault Prevention and Response Office, who was ordered by her superiors to ignore a validly issued subpoena to testify at the Subcommittee’s initial July 31, 2008 hearing. The goal of these hearings is to ensure that the Defense Department has adequate policies and oversight mechanisms in place to prevent, treat, and punish sexual assaults – all matters Dr. Whitley has direct jurisdiction over in her Defense Department position.”
PDF’S of the testimony can be found at the site linked above.
The Lavena Johnson site notes this as well. The site also opened up a new forum for discussion.
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Things only twenty something guys would ask.
What does “I have a boyfriend” mean?
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I was scrolling around searching titles looking for “CPU songs”, but only found “blog songs”. This little ditty at Anil Dash, written in 2004. A Poem Called My Weblog. Written by Victor Lams
It comes in mp3 form HERE .
I was entertained.
You would think of any organization the military would be the best-equipped to enforce discipline in regards to sexual assault in its ranks. Then again, never having been in the military, I fear I’m ill-equipped to illuminate what they have done right or wrong in response to this concern.
When I saw The General’s Daughter and it’s callous portrayal of how the deal with women officers being sexually assaulted, it was a real eye-opener that’s for sure.
You would think. We presume a lot of things incorrectly, but you’d think this would be one of those things we could bank on — the safety of military personal and respect of human beings. The military only proves that women are considered some kind of sub-species.
I like the poem. Speaking of excessively verbose and complicated, “I have a boyfriend” means “no.” You have to keep things simple for men, especially in their twenties.
The question was asked on a forum over there, and the variety of answers was rather startling.
I actually think “yes” is a little too complicated still.
The busy phase is better than the I’ve got nothing to do phase.
I keep meaning to join the twenty somethings.
Great line/title — intent. I’ve never read the book.
The mp3 was entertaining, not bad really.
Busy is preferable to boredom you’re right there.
I’m glad Doug solved that big question
I’m too allergied to comment on anything of substance
Aw, take care o those allergies.
But…but…I love cold spaghetti!
And what an interesting point you make there, my friend, regarding the truly inspiring discussions that have begun regarding the very significant issue of “What does, ‘I have a boyfriend,’ mean?”
I’ve been contemplating this question for days now.
It’s such a worthy question though isn’t it? Similar to the time tested “what does “no” mean”.
You’re beautiful in my eyes.
I think this wins comment of the week ;)
Reading on the toilet is a permanent phase for me. The sexual abuse in the military is a little much to take. I wonder why that is.
Maybe it stems from something as simple as not understanding what “I have a boyfriend” meanS?
The dude singing his poem, now that is awesome. Stupid but still awesome and I like the poem. I know how he feels.
I meant to ad, you’re beautiful in my eyes too, in case there is some kind of contest here. Then again I’ve really seen you, so it’s not like I’m doing you any favors.
Your heart is quite good looking
your mind is pretty cute
sense of humor a work of art
making the visage moot
Could be a contest soon. You’d be in the running for sure.
A girl after my own heart: reading on the can.
I am guilty of not letting “I have a boyfriend” bother. Boyfriend is not a husband; we hope you’ll change attitudes on him(and us.) The competition for available mates is always contentious.
Course, I should work in the Dept. of Interior. Seems I can get drugs, get laid and only give up America’s vital land for oil drilling to gain perks. Win! Win! (Unless you get caught.)
Except “I have a boyfriend” usually means no, or I’m not interested.
From the response to that question though it does seem that both females and males are a little conflicted on this.
Cooper, which is why you all should just say “no, I’m not interested”; because say “I have a boyfriend” just makes it a challenge.
“I don’t like you, go away” is more crushing and were more likely to do it. Though either having ubber confidence, being drunk, or your body language betraying your words might not make anything you say matter.
It wasn’t about me. I am more than capable of saying no. The questions was posed in all seriousness by some guy at the twenty something blogger forum.
The scary thing was I believe some females were even a little indecisive in the answer.
Hey there. Glad you were entertained by the song! :-)