Thursday night I'm having dinner with Matt's boss and his wife and several other underlings approximately our age.
One of the other women asked me what I was going to wear, so I emailed her that I would probably wear something along the lines of this. Conservative but slightly stylish. Since I haven’t been told where we’re going I also don’t know the decor and ambiance…
I ran the suggestion by Matt, and he said… “I don’t know. I think you should wear something that makes you shine a little more. Something more you.”
“Despite signs to the contrary, I’m not beginning an agonizing retreat into a life of substance abuse and failure. In fact, just this morning, I ate fruit, drew a picture of my dog and then later waved pleasantly at a person passing by on the street. Is that something that a despondent, irreversibly damaged drunk would do? Kapow. Totally logical and irrefutable rebuttal to your possible doubts.”—
“I realize this is grounds for getting kicked out of The Girl Club, but I hate Sarah Jessica Parker. Like, a lot. There is no way I will ever like anything she’s in. Yes, that includes “Sex and the City.” DEAL WITH IT.”—
At the bar tonight François told us about when he and his first wife had no heat. She wouldn’t allow him to put her fur coat on the bed for warmth, and the ensuing fight “revealed out the monster in her.” He moved out less than a month later.
True facts: At this point I would divorce anyone that kept me from heat.
So, you ask, Marcia, when is your heat going to come back on?
They’re replacing the boiler (STILL - over a year now) and three weeks ago they installed a temporary boiler, the real new boiler waiting until fucking Con Ed comes and like, changes something? That involves digging up the sidewalk? Whatever. Anyway, a note went up on Wednesday saying that water and heat could be intermittent, which was not a surprise as our hot water had been out since Monday.
I was all bent out of shape about the hot water thing, which ended up being basically Monday to Friday. When the hot water came back I threw a party. In my shower. And never wanted to get out.
I don’t know when the heat went out, but it’s been since at least yesterday morning. Possibly longer. It just keeps getting colder and colder. I just keep putting on more and more clothes.
An American Tail An American Tail: Fievel Goes West
An American Tail: Fievel Tries To Get Out Of The City On Long Weekends, But Who Wants To Spend Eight Hours on the BQE? An American Tail: Fievel Moves To Westchester, Gets a Riding Lawnmower An American Tail: Fievel Takes The Entire Family To Palm Beach For Two Weeks In The Winter, Even His Useless Brother-In-Law An American Tail: Fievel Likes To Have Forty Minutes Of Peace When He Gets Home From Work, What’s Wrong With That?
An American Tail: Fievel Considers Buying a Hybrid Car An American Tail: Fievel Switches To A High-Fiber Breakfast Cereal An American Tail: Fievel, After All His Family Has Suffered, Needs To Have His Only Grand-Daughter Get A Degree In Art History? I Ask You.
“By allowing for exceptions for condom use, for example, the pope was not, as many of his unsettled allies on the Catholic right feared, capitulating to the very moral relativism that he himself has long decried. Instead, he was only espousing a tradition of Catholic moral reasoning based on ethical categories like the lesser evil and the principle of the double-effect, which says that you can undertake a “good” act even if it has a secondary “evil” but unintended effect. Such formulations are associated with casuistry, or “case-based” moral thinking that Catholic philosophers elaborated in the 17th century to help believers make the best decision when faced with vexing options.”—