So.
OK outraged me this morning. This followed a massive fail by HUJI student council (guess who has no longer access to ANY working water cooler which contains a hot water tap and therefor can not fill her thermos-from-home-with-coffee-powder, but oh-so-unexpectedly, student council (who should regulate these facilities) made it's own coffee corner, where you have to pay to fill your cup?) And last, my informant called me and told me he won't be able to see and meet me tomorrow. He did pass my details to another guy, but said guy seemed less nicer than my cool, laid back informant.
All this before noon. No wonder I was pissed off the entire day.
people believing that abortion is the taking of a life
Well, I think (don't know about believe...) it's taking a life, and I'm pro-choice. As a thinking person, and more important - a thinking person who was raised on radical feminism, sometimes this taking of life can be justified. Say, if it'll bring misery to the world. And in either case, I'd rather let the mother and father to be to decide upon this very personal call, not to a bunch of holier-than-thou strangers who won't lift a finger to make a quality of life better, but their own.
And, as far as I've been able to tell, they have no sensibilities whatsoever.
In other words, I think Aims parents are my parents.
Thank you for the scotch advice yesterday. I just gave my boss a bottle, and he is thrilled. I went with a Macallan 12.
Aw, Nora, please send greetings back. So great to meet her.
And in either case, I'd rather let the mother and father to be to decide upon this very personal call, not to a bunch of holier-than-thou strangers who won't lift a finger to make a quality of life better, but their own.
Word. I have no problem privileging the existing life of the mother over the potential life of the child.
vw, that was a great gift--glad he is pleased.
Steve got an iPhone today and just called me "with his first call". I LOVE that he gets that I love that little kind of sentimental gesture (he hasn't always *gotten* that about me). Also, he didn't have his number changed to Boston! He says, "it would be too much of a pain to change it back when I move back to the Bay Area."
All still very abstract, but still.
vw, that was a great gift--glad he is pleased.
I have to say that it TOTALLY cracks me up that I just bought a former pastor/headmaster of the Christian school where I work a bottle of scotch. SO not the Christian schools I grew up in! I will *never* tell my mother that that was what I got him as a going away gift. She would be absolutely mortified.
Steve got an iPhone today and just called me "with his first call". I LOVE that he gets that I love that little kind of sentimental gesture (he hasn't always *gotten* that about me). Also, he didn't have his number changed to Boston! He says, "it would be too much of a pain to change it back when I move back to the Bay Area."
That is all too adorable for words.
I have to say that it TOTALLY cracks me up that I just bought a former pastor/headmaster of the Christian school where I work a bottle of scotch. SO not the Christian schools I grew up in! I will *never* tell my mother that that was what I got him as a going away gift. She would be absolutely mortified.
Ha! I am glad you wrote this, because it's what I was thinking! Go you and your scotch-drinking pastors!!
Actually, I am thinking a lot about my aunt Sharon's impending visit. I mean, she visits my cousin Cynthia in Toronto and surely Cyn and Rob drink wine and beer while she's there (Aunt Sharon is the missionary)? I am going to have to call Cyn and ask. I don't think I need to scour my bookshelves to get rid of any offensive books. Hmmmmm. But I am delaying putting my new bumper dealie on until after she visits. *That* would make her uncomfortable, and I don't want to do that. But, it's awesome. It's the Jesus fish with "n chips" on the inside. I might never put it on the car, but I do love it.
Mm, Macallan. Our friends (L and her husband M) came over to the house after dinner and M brought his bottle of 30 year old Laphroig to pour a goodbye toast which was delicious and a very touching gesture (he LOVES that bottle.)
In related news, I am so tired and want to go home and curl up in bed with the cats. Sadly, I will be packing instead.
Nora, your friends are going to miss you sooooo much. But I look forward to hearing the tales of how New Orleans is embracing you.
