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Are you a super-classy impressive world-traveling call girl, or a sheep?
Agh.
Now I try to be a nice girl, I truly do. But sometimes, I just kind of lose it a little. Tonight is one of those times.
And, since Tori doesn't allow responses on her blog, I'm responding here: The new health plan does NOT call for the "rationing" of health care for seniors. That is like the dumbest thing ever. Who on earth would think that was a good idea? Not even your hated Democrats would commit political suicide by messing with the seniors, a significant voting block.
If you can't be bothered with reading facts for yourself, instead of listening to your party's propaganda, then at least try thinking about it from a logical, rational perspective. I know that logic and rational thought are frowned upon in the Republican party, but why not give it a try?
xxxooo
Beverly ;-*
P.S. Those seniors would be pretty unhappy if they didn't have their medicare -- something that caused Republicans at the time to scream "Socialized Medicine" and "Big Government Takeover" etc. Don't you people know any other tunes? It's like listening to Hotel California over and over and over.
Website: http://www.beverlyfisher.com
 
So here's the question I'm pondering...
Why is it that people look favorably (in a thousand ways) on history's courtesans and madams, but not their modern counterparts?
Extra 50 points if you can rationally explain the feminist viewpoint in your answer.
xxxxooo
Beverly ;-*
Website: http://www.beverlyfisher.com
Thanks for the trip!
My Fairy GodPerson has struck again... I've got two new CDs, both by the Beatles.
One CD is "Magical Mystery Tour." I asked for this album for my birthday when I was 13. I listened to it incessantly, but it was on vinyl, and it's been a long time since I owned a turntable.
So I'm sitting here listening to it, and singing along to every song, and feeling ridiculously happy.
"Let's all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born...though she was born a long long time ago, your mother should know..."
Even more fun -- I've never listened to this album in stereo before -- so I'm enjoying new surprises with an old album, appreciating the engineering. :)
Thanks for the trip down memory lane, my sweet Fairy GodPerson. I'm a happy Beverly tonight. :)
xxxooo
Beverly ;-*
P.S. I should add that I'm a big Beatles fan. I got to tour the Abbey Road recording studio in London when I was 15. It was fanatastic. They were doing a presentation on the Beatles and played two songs for us that had never been released -- very 50s do-wop kind of thing. :)
Website: http://www.beverlyfisher.com
Okay, so there was the monk....
Flying home from Boston (thank you again for a wonderful visit, Mr. Fisher!)tonight, and I was glad to be home when I got into the airport in Denver.
So as my housemate and my daughter pulled up to the curb to pick me up, this is what they saw: Me, with my two bags, standing with a little bald Thai Buddhist monk wearing full saffron robes and sandals, and my coat.
So I picked up a monk in the airport (NO, not like that! I'm a slut, but enough of a lady to let a monk have the privilige of making the first move. I'll be respectful up until then. All of which is speculative anyhow. LOL).
He was wandering about looking lost, and I asked him if I could help. I asked him if anyone was picking him up. He appeared to say yes. Language was an issue; he seemed to know some english.
I carefully explained that he needed to be one level down, on level four, in the passenger pickup area. He nodded and indicated he didn't know how to get down there. I directed him to the elevators and explained again which floor he needed.
Then I went to get my bag. Afterward, as I looked down the hallway, I could see my monk standing there near the elevators, looking confused. I headed down there and took him down in the elevator with me.
Once we got to the curb, I became concerned and once again asked him if someone was coming to pick him up. He was a bit more clear -- no one was coming. At that point he shivered -- we were outside and there was a very cold wind. And he's wearing saffron robes and sandals. I put my coat on him and said I'd give him a ride to his Temple. I also laughed and told him he wasn't dressed for Denver.
I asked his name and he laughed and said his nickname was "Siam." Which I found funny -- I meant to ask him why `siam' of all things (I'm thinking about "the King and I" and sure there's a good story behind the nickname).
So we took him home. My daughter rode with Siam in the back seat and they were talking about her wooden prayer beads -- my daughter's been getting into Buddhism; she was *enthralled* to be meeting a monk.
I myself felt very honored to get to meet a holy man and spend such time with him, and to be able to help him was even nicer. I have always felt awestruck by monks and nuns and such. Their life seems so radically different than mine -- praying on your knees for hours daily, that kind of thing -- that I just can't imagine myself doing that, or liking it in any way. And yet these people love it, and have this amazing peace and serenity.
I figure, anyone who gets peace and an understanding of the world while doing things I couldn't do (wearing saffron robes in December), well they must be holy, or have some greater understanding of the universe if they can do all that and like it. It must be worth it. I know that sounds stupid, but I'm sure there are people who can't understand or imagine themselves doing what *I* do -- and yet I enjoy it so much I feel I learn things, make a difference.
Point: Just because I don't understand it doesn't mean it's not wonderful.
The Thai Buddhist Temple was actually right on the way home. Siam thanked us and invited us to come to the temple for New Year's. We think it's a swell idea. Hell, if a Buddhist monk crosses your path and invites you for New Year's, you probably ought to go. The Universe is telling you something.
Now we're trying to figure out if he meant the secular new year, or if there's a chinese or thai new year we don't know about out of sheer American ignorance. :)
xxxooo
Beverly ;-*
Website: http://www.beverlyfisher.com
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