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How sweet it is.
If you have never done this, put it on top of your list of things to do. Get in the shower with a major babe, and slather yourselves with chocolate sauce, whipped cream, melted ice cream and chocolate pudding. Then let the dessert begin. Just be sure to put a non skid mat down first. It gets slippery. When done, just turn on the shower and the mess goes down the drain, and you're all clean as a whistle and ready for the bedroom. I can't believe it's taken me so long to figure this one out.
Timeless music
I got tired of the Holy Cross College's radio station (It used to play a lot of Middle Eastern Contemporary music which I adore, but now it's gotten a bit lame.), so I ventured down the dial (Not that it's a dial anymore, but you know what I mean.) and found the radio station of the Univ. of Mass, Boston. They play a wonderful mix of folk, country and blues, and the DJs even have a good knowledge of the music. Well, my point in telling all of this is that I heard a song this morning that I probably haven't heard in 30 years, and probably only heard about six times in my life, but I recognized it immediately and knew the title and artist. It was Bob Dylan's It Takes a Lot to Laugh; It Takes a Train to Cry. It amazes me how well Dylan's songs have aged. What a treasure they are now.
Freudian slips of the fingers....
Since this is a mostly literary crowd, I am asking if anyone else ever notices that as you proof what you typed before hitting "send", that you find that what you wrote is not what you intended; and that what you wrote actually expresses a feeling or idea that you don't particularly think is politic to express, but may indeed express some feeling that is buried inside, perhaps without you being aware of it beforehand. I sometimes learn a lot about myself that way. It is also a good reason to proof what you write very carefully, lest you end up standing naked before others. (I mean that in the bad way.)
Filth!
Recently I learned that my favorite underground cartoonist, R. Crumb, had released an illustrated version of the Book of Genesis, that is, the first book of the Bible. Remembering all those cool stories from Sunday school, I got right on Amazon and bought a copy that came to my door instanter. Having read through about 33 of the 50 chapters, I became appalled at what I was exposed to an such an impressionable age. Even a degenerate roue like myself blushed at the non-stop fest of orgies, incest, rape, murder and I think I even detected a bit of besitality in there. And all this by the so called good guys. Don't even get me started on the Sodomites! What were people thinking when they decided that this is the basis for our society's ethical principles? I honestly don't get it, not even as metaphor. Maybe I ought to check out the Quran.
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