Promotion of a combative sport? Isn't boxing a combative sport?

Maybe they thought slapfights were too silly. I certainly do.

Happy birthday, Aimée!

Promotion of a combative sport? Isn't boxing a combative sport?

Is boxing allowed in New York state?

eta: or the promotion of boxing as a spectator sport?

Promotion of a combative sport? Isn't boxing a combative sport?

My understanding was that the event required a license, which they did not have. Less clear is whether event involving might fists of quit it need a license.

Happy Birthday to the Empress!

I demand birthday pics!

Is boxing allowed in New York state?

Yes, it is, but as Chupacabra notes, you have to have a license from the state boxing commission.

Thank you thank you thank you very very muchly for all of the birthday wishes!

I woke up to the sonic booms caused by the shuttle and thought, "Thunder? Cool!"

t does birthday dance

I'm wearing ALL PINK today!

AND, Debet made me a tiara with the Leo sign on it that matches my tatoo!

I'm just gonna be more interested on their take on their own work, and find it more genuine, than the dude writing that he knows what's in Joss' head

Well, sure, so would I. I'm not saying the author's perspective isn't interesting and valuable. It's just not appropriate for the kind of writing we're talking about.

Hmm, I always thought postmodernism was a direct off-shoot of semiotic which was the origin of the "myth of intentionality". I could be confusing it with something else, though.

Now you're just trying to scare me. And it's working. It's sort of pop deconstructionism; the practice doesn't always match the theory. If I search a text for evidence of sexism, I'll probably find some, and when I do, I'll assume that the author put it there. It's how people think. I mean, if postmodernists truly believed everything, including postmodernism, was relative, they'd be a lot easier to deal with.

Since I'm having a hard time tracking today, I'm not going to even try.

My weekend: Food. Lots of food. Wedding was a multicourse, sit-down affair, and I'm forgetting something here. Fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, greens drizzled with some balsamic stuff. Then salmon and scallops (I don't like scallops) with a lemongrass and basil and lemon something. Then lemon sorbet with grey goose vodka (I have no idea how that worked, it was my kind of sorbet. Tart as hell.) Then some really nicely rare SD beef medallion things with a lovely mashed potato pancake. Champagne toast. Then a half-a-shoebox sized piece of rasberry infused(?) tiramisu.

And that's just the adult meals. The kids had a much more kid-friendly version that managed to keep them entertained.

Oof. Then sunday we went out to the farm where I had sweet corn-on-the-cob, cucumbers and tomatoes fresh from the garden. I miss my aunt's corn. She's got a special variety and planting schedule that makes it the best ever. Oh, and we had pork. Lots of pork. Lots of very fresh pork. And then I wandered over to the sheds and played with day-old piglets. Um.

There was also the expected Minnesota summer party dish, the watergate salad (pistachio pudding, coolwhip, marshmellows and crushed pineapple.)

Damn, that sounds like good eating, sara.