Girl-on-girl

A question was asked in a consti class recently.

"What is an allowed type of same sex activity?"

It was answered by one in the class in the following manner.

"as long as its girl on girl and the girls are beautiful, it's allowable"

Predictably, the professor went ballistic. But the professor being that professor went only a short distance before sputtering back with a host of comments directed at the speaker about his choice of porn.

All of this was done in the spirit of good fun and, allegedly, a legal education. Hehehe

Literature

I was talking with a friend a couple of days ago and she was raving about some of the new books that she has read. She was saying that it has been keeping her up nights and her performance at work was already suffering but she just couldn't help herself. She has even gone so far to cancel a few dates with her beloved boyfriend just to be able to finish the latest of a series.

It continually amazes me how the power of the written word has the ability to drive us to distraction and let our imaginations soar. To take a perfectly sane and functional individual and get her to neglect her means of livelihood so that a book, a story may finally be concluded.

It is, thus, quite ironic when I overheard a conversation over lunch the other day by couple of young people saying that books have no place in the new millenium. That since everything is in the internet anyways, then we should just forget about publishing and post everything in the net. Now, I am not one to trash the net as it is one of my favorite sources of information and one of the means by which I get things off my chest but in the contention of these youngsters, I beg to differ.

There is no greater feeling than to snuggle up to a good book in a rainy day while drinking a nice cup of cocoa and simply enjoying the joy of the written word. Somehow, I can't picture myself with the same kind of comfort while snuggling up to a laptop. There is no thrill like reading a mystery novel and turning page after page of heart racing whodunit. For some reason, I don't think I could ever get that king of spine chilling feeling with a mouse.

Maybe I'm wrong and maybe they're right. But hopefully they're reality doesn't become contemporary reality in my lifetime.

Just my two cents worth....

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.--

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster

-Elizabeth Bishop