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While we’re on the subject of “Simple. Sexy. Rock-hard cock,” Anthony Weiner got popped again.
He came across as a not unlikeable fellow in the documentary, a high-functioning nerd whose passion was politics instead of, say, model trains or dinosaurs of the Jurassic Era. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s “on the spectrum” as modern parlance would have it. He has that ability to view his own character dispassionately from the outside in as though he was talking about the weather. Asked by someone in the documentary how he’d managed to get into so much trouble, he replied, “Because I lied. And because I have a funny name.”
If you don’t break out constructively, you’re gonna break out destructively.
That’s the truth of it.
Some situations are just impossible to endure no matter what problems or consequences entail from wiggling loose from them.
Clearly, Weiner was in a marriage that was impossible for him and had been impossible for him for a very long time.
The days of discreet satiation of carnal impulses for people in the public eye are long over. If power doesn’t get you off, if you long for the physical release, and your right hand doesn’t do it for you and your legally sanctioned sex partner is off holding Hillary Clinton’s train, then you are shit out of luck.
There’s nothing wrong with sexting. I mean, it doesn’t appeal to me – for one thing, I wouldn’t know what filter to use to make my genitals look most appealing: Do I intensify the reds and yellows, and mute the blues? or do I add shadows and dark elements? But God knows, huge numbers of people do it. So I’m not sure from whence the collective Gotcha in res Weiner springs.
His life is more or less over at this point. He never gets anyone to take him seriously again.
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In other news, I’ll be teaching the Intermediate English class as of next Tuesday. Alison is beating a very hasty retreat. Maine! With the dour and singularly taciturn hubby.
I have three students: Romulo and Ines, who immigrated from Mexico and who are studying for their citizenship test, and Nadia who immigrated from Ukraine.
“So maybe I should take the training again,” I said to Lois Lane.
“Oh, we don’t do a physical training anymore,” said Lois Lane. “We do it online now.”
This stopped me in my tracks.
“I can see you don’t like that idea,” said Lois Lane. “It was a cost-saving measure. Grant money is drying up.”
“Well, I think it’s gonna pose a problem for you in terms of attracting volunteers,” I said. “I assume you’re trying to snag America’s true leisure class, its retirees. But see, retirees volunteer for the social aspects of the gig. There’s a little bit of altruism involved, but not all that much. So if you’re not providing those social aspects, you’re gonna see a significant dropoff in numbers.”
“There has been a drop-off,” Lois Lane acknowledged sadly. “But funds are tight. They’re actually paying me out of their emergency fund.”
“And yet you’re the only one so far as I can see who’s doing any of the actual work that’s aligned with the organizational mission. I assume everyone else is beating the bushes for contributions?”
“Something like that,” Lois said.
It’s kinda clear to me that River Valley Literacy is not gonna be around much longer.
The need is there – but it seems to be switching to a privatization model. Community colleges offer English as a second language And they charge students a hefty fee to enroll.
“Do you have a backup plan in place?” I asked Lois softly.
She shook her head glumly. Damn! I’d made her all but cry!
“Westchester Community College has an ESL certification program, Lois,” I said. “Maybe you should buy a car and think about signing up for classes. Just a thought.”
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I’ve been in a kind of grey mood since my return from T-burg. There are people I like here, but no one I really feel connected to.
I forget how much I like that feeling of connection.
Maybe it’s not a good thing to be reminded about how much I like it. Because I miss it when I don’t have it.
He came across as a not unlikeable fellow in the documentary, a high-functioning nerd whose passion was politics instead of, say, model trains or dinosaurs of the Jurassic Era. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s “on the spectrum” as modern parlance would have it. He has that ability to view his own character dispassionately from the outside in as though he was talking about the weather. Asked by someone in the documentary how he’d managed to get into so much trouble, he replied, “Because I lied. And because I have a funny name.”
If you don’t break out constructively, you’re gonna break out destructively.
That’s the truth of it.
Some situations are just impossible to endure no matter what problems or consequences entail from wiggling loose from them.
Clearly, Weiner was in a marriage that was impossible for him and had been impossible for him for a very long time.
The days of discreet satiation of carnal impulses for people in the public eye are long over. If power doesn’t get you off, if you long for the physical release, and your right hand doesn’t do it for you and your legally sanctioned sex partner is off holding Hillary Clinton’s train, then you are shit out of luck.
There’s nothing wrong with sexting. I mean, it doesn’t appeal to me – for one thing, I wouldn’t know what filter to use to make my genitals look most appealing: Do I intensify the reds and yellows, and mute the blues? or do I add shadows and dark elements? But God knows, huge numbers of people do it. So I’m not sure from whence the collective Gotcha in res Weiner springs.
His life is more or less over at this point. He never gets anyone to take him seriously again.
###
In other news, I’ll be teaching the Intermediate English class as of next Tuesday. Alison is beating a very hasty retreat. Maine! With the dour and singularly taciturn hubby.
I have three students: Romulo and Ines, who immigrated from Mexico and who are studying for their citizenship test, and Nadia who immigrated from Ukraine.
“So maybe I should take the training again,” I said to Lois Lane.
“Oh, we don’t do a physical training anymore,” said Lois Lane. “We do it online now.”
This stopped me in my tracks.
“I can see you don’t like that idea,” said Lois Lane. “It was a cost-saving measure. Grant money is drying up.”
“Well, I think it’s gonna pose a problem for you in terms of attracting volunteers,” I said. “I assume you’re trying to snag America’s true leisure class, its retirees. But see, retirees volunteer for the social aspects of the gig. There’s a little bit of altruism involved, but not all that much. So if you’re not providing those social aspects, you’re gonna see a significant dropoff in numbers.”
“There has been a drop-off,” Lois Lane acknowledged sadly. “But funds are tight. They’re actually paying me out of their emergency fund.”
“And yet you’re the only one so far as I can see who’s doing any of the actual work that’s aligned with the organizational mission. I assume everyone else is beating the bushes for contributions?”
“Something like that,” Lois said.
It’s kinda clear to me that River Valley Literacy is not gonna be around much longer.
The need is there – but it seems to be switching to a privatization model. Community colleges offer English as a second language And they charge students a hefty fee to enroll.
“Do you have a backup plan in place?” I asked Lois softly.
She shook her head glumly. Damn! I’d made her all but cry!
“Westchester Community College has an ESL certification program, Lois,” I said. “Maybe you should buy a car and think about signing up for classes. Just a thought.”
###
I’ve been in a kind of grey mood since my return from T-burg. There are people I like here, but no one I really feel connected to.
I forget how much I like that feeling of connection.
Maybe it’s not a good thing to be reminded about how much I like it. Because I miss it when I don’t have it.
