Are you a love virgin?
Allow me to explain. If you go by the traditional definition of the word "virgin," it means a person who has not had sexual intercourse. If you've ever bumped uglies in the night, hid the hot dog, or taken the bullet train through Yonker's tunnel, then no, you are not a virgin.
What about a love virgin?
Do you have any friends who seem to be a lot of drama? Or have a lot of drama in their lives? Or seem to attract a lot of drama?
Sure you do. Everyone does. Drama is what makes the world go round. Everyone has some measure of drama in their lives – and if they don't, they'll seek it out from TV soap operas or create it with other people.
But let's be careful here. The word "drama" is a loaded term. It means different things to different people. Let's take a look at some of those variations.
Soon, a little bundle of teeth and fur will be scurrying around my feet. He's an emaciated Labrador Retriever & Terrier mix, about one year of age, with a calm, though timid disposition. We rescued him from a local animal shelter.
I've had three dogs consecutively as a kid, two from pet shops and one from relatives. Being a kid, I didn't care about where the dogs came from, only that we got cute puppies. It wasn't until a few months ago that I began learning about where someone could get such a faithful companion, and how those sources differed.
When I first heard the acronym "IE" I thought it meant "Internet Explorer." That's because I am a web geek and IE in the web world means Internet Explorer.
Now I know better. The initials IE can stand for many things. A web browser that has frequently frustrated many a web developer. A Latin abbreviation for "id est," which corresponds to "that is" and not "for example." Or a hot, dry, wasteland of a Californian desert with the occasional pocket of life and delicious food.
She loved the attention. During block parties, when our neighbors would close off the entire street and BBQ together, she'd scamper to and fro. We wouldn't find her for hours because she was lavishing in neighborly petting praise.
Then she'd wander home and collapse on the floor, exhausted, happy, and with her tongue dangling out of her panting mouth.
You can blame your expensive running shoes on those foot aches, knee problems, and stress fractures. At least, that’s what a handful of articles have been reporting.
This topic naturally caught my attention. After running two half-marathons, I’ve been training for a full marathon. Unfortunately, I had to drop out because of a chronic knee injury that just won’t go away, even after some basic rehabilitation. My next step will be to see an orthopedic surgeon for further advice and perhaps an MRI. Major bummer.
I don't remember how old we were exactly. Perhaps I was three and my brother was one? Maybe younger?
I don't even remember incident, it was so long ago. When I saw the photograph, however, I had to cringe. And laugh.
Did you know there's a caste system with cars? You've probably seen it before on the highway. Chances are, you've probably unconsciously supported it too. Yea, YOU, you car bigot.
The Car Caste System is fixed and based on the prestige of your car, as indicated by its cost, age, size, and speed. You yourself can move up and down the caste with each car you own. But your car remains in a fixed position in the Car Caste System, no matter your actual social standing. This is why people buy expensive cars — for the perceived social mobility afforded by the automobile.
I'm not sure when it first hit me. The desire to become an entrepreneur, I mean. All I know is, it has something to do with a pom-pom ball, some felt, and a pair of rolly eyeballs.
I blame it all on my Dad.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA