I wore sandals yesterday and my feet are cut to ribbons. So even though today will be even hotter I'm back in my regular work shoes with socks and blister pads underneath. Ow ow ow.

Sandals yesterday and the day before. My feet are surprisingly presentable, perhaps in part because I go barefoot every chance I have around the house, which actually seems to help air them out and keep them from rubbing badly. I have enough dry skin on my heels to keep a school of those nibbly fish in food for months, though.

I wore sandals yesterday and my feet are cut to ribbons. So even though today will be even hotter I'm back in my regular work shoes with socks and blister pads underneath. Ow ow ow.

I hate the transition to summer feet. Which is why I love these wedge slides that I really should retire -- no owies!

I dunno - I think the name is cool....

Felony Franks

Jim Andrews of Chicago is on a mission to open a chain of hot dog stands and hire ex-convicts to give them a new start in life. That’s a noble aim, but some neighbors object to the name he chose for the business. Felony Franks uses a hot dog behind bars as its logo.

2nd Ward Alderman Bob Fioretti likes the idea of employing ex-felons but hates the name.

He thinks the name and the sign glorify crime.

“Felony Franks? The home of the misdemeanor wiener? Food so good it’s criminal? You are actually in a sense elevating the life of crime here in our city and we cannot tolerate that.”

John Hunt, an ex-felon who lives several block away, agrees with the alderman.

“It’s a good thing if he’s going to hire ex-felons because… that’s a beautiful thing. But the name? He should change the name… Felony Franks is still making me feel like a felon.”

lisah, I hope you avoid any routes near an intersection with Lombard: [link]

For Jilli:

Adopt-a-Bat

Bat World has stories of bats in care that are injured, sick, or have been rescued from bad situations. Read about Van Gogh, who is missing an ear; Mr. Kitty, who was brought in by a cat; and Pongo, who became stuck on the wrong side of the ocean. Pictured is Bootsana, a fruit bat rejected by her mother. She loves her pacifier!

For the first 10 weeks of her life Bootsana carried a soft puppy nurser (her pacifier) in her mouth all the time and yelled whenever she dropped it. She continued to yell - almost brat-like - until someone placed it back into her mouth. At around 10 weeks of age she decided banana was better than a nurser, so solid food (which she also yelled for) was slowly introduced. Every day Bootsana was also given flapping exercises, as much as she enjoyed.

You can sponsor the care of these bats through their Adopt-a-Bat program.

lisah, I hope you avoid any routes near an intersection with Lombard: [link]

oi there was no avoiding it. Traffic throughout Fells Point was even all snarled from it. Good thing I left work on time for once.

Glad to hear your new home feels homey, sara!

I hate the transition to summer feet.

I know! I wore sandals yesterday because it was just so freaking hot. Even though I failed to get the pedicure I'd scheduled on Saturday because I scheduled it not remembering that I had to have band practice Sat. afternoon. And then my guitarist was stuck in traffic on the NJ turnpike for 3+ hours and didn't get down in time for us to practice and I could have gone to pedicure appt. anyway. Dang it! And now no time to pedicure until um...two weeks from now or something. Anyway, even though we didn't practice and I didn't have pretty toes we still looked fab and rocked on Saturday. I'm still recovering. The heat isn't helping.

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I hate the transition to summer feet.

So very much. My feet will blister if you look at 'em sideways, and since my feet grew a half size after I had Dylan I have no sandals left that are really well broken in. BOO EARLY SUMMER.

PREMARITAL RELATIONS (Oct, 1965) From Playgirl.

An engaged couple candidly discusses the age-old problem of PREMARITAL RELATIONS

See, they're engaged, and he really really really wants to have sex, but she wants to wait for marriage....

He sez:

I respect Alice and wouldn’t think her cheap if she gave herself to me now. Many is the time that I’ve argued this point with her and tried to convince her that our love is God-given while the marriage contract is only a man-made device of society. If it will be all right to fulfill our sexual desires after we are legally married as the culmination of our love for each other, do we love each other any less now that we can deny ourselves the right to make love?

She sez:

Yes, I’m quite sure that we are going to get married, even if we started having intimate relations from now to the time of our wedding bells. But. what if Dick did find some excuse to back out of the engagement? Where would I be then? I’d be thrown back into the pond, probably with the word getting around that I was no longer chaste. I’m well aware of the fact that non-virgins do manage to get married, but I’d rather not gamble on being passed from one fellow to another for sampling. If I want to lead that kind of life, I’d be better off doing it on a commercial scale, than being an unpaid amateur in search of a husband.

...

Dick doesn’t know it but when we just started going steady. I found out that one time when he lied and said he couldn’t take me out. he was out with the boys—out whorering. I dated a former beau that night and came as close as I ever did to losing my virginity. I did things that night, that in retrospect shock me now, but I was angry and I was trying to get even for the hurt of being tossed aside for a strumpet.

eta: What's funny is even then, premarital sex was common, but the article pretends it's not.

A London gym is offering a "Chav Fighting" class: [link]

Chav Fighting techniques include the "haymaker" and the good old-fashioned headbutt. He described the soon-to-be-extinct chav as "scourge of modern-day Britain" and, inevitably, cited "the rise in knife crime" as a solid reason why white collars should learn the crimebusting benefits of the Glasgow Kiss.