Skipping my supervisor’s going-away lunch at Tony Packo’s in favor of my Weight Watchers mtg. It’s the right choice, but doesn’t seem right.
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links for 2008-07-08
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“While individuals can ask the DMV to print plates for other faiths — for a $4,000 fee — the request would be subject to significant limits and rules not imposed for the Christian plate. Other tags could feature a religious symbol… but no words would be allowed.”
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They volunteer for Habitat for Humanity, local food banks, and other organizations, but now they’re selling their house, moving into a less extravagant one, and donating half the proceeds to charity. That’s putting your money where your mouth is.
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‘At Thanksgiving, Hall refused to pray with his table and says an officer told him to go sit somewhere else. Also, after he was nearly killed when his humvee was attacked, he says a fellow soldier asked him, “do you believe in Jesus now?”’
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‘The study group reported that it could find no evidence that the primary rationale for imposing the policy — that openly gay or lesbian service members pose “an unacceptable risk” to morale and unit cohesion — “remains valid.”’
My Obsession With Photos
This weekend, Aaron and I spent an afternoon with his Dad and brother. We went out to lunch, then spent a few hours just talking at their Dad’s house.
Of course, me being such a sucker for photos, and being curious about Aaron’s family, I started off the requisite photo album viewing by declaring, “I want to see pictures of Fat Grammie!” (Referring, of course, to the brief period of time in the early 1970s when Aaron’s grandmother was quite overweight. She went on Weight Watchers and lost it all, and kept it off over the years.)
We ended up looking though nearly a dozen photo albums from the late ’60s and the ’70s, and I got to see not only Fat Grammie, but Poppa with a beard, and Baby Aaron at two weeks — and Aaron’s mother, who passed away just about five years before I met him. I kept being amazed by the people and places I was seeing in these photos — “Wow, you really do look like your mother,” and, “Is that the same rocking chair that’s still at Grammie and Poppa’s house?” and just looking over toward the kitchen to be sure that the linoleum in that photo from 1978 is really the same linoleum that’s still there today.
It wasn’t until then that I realized why I have such an obsession with photos, and candid, unposed shots in particular.
They’re a time capsule.
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Twitter Update (#852163997)
What do you mean, there’s no jeweler within walking distance of my work? That would have made getting my ring resized so much easier.
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Twitter Update (#852061731)
My workload seems to be either feast or famine these days. Guess I shouldn’t have kicked so much tail on Thursday.
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