I bought a Valentine's card, because I knew I'd be in big trouble if I didn't !!
I once met Ms. Rabbet, who seemed to be a very rational, level-headed person, not the kind to hit the ceiling if Eli forgot to buy her a card. But one never knows...
OK, I sent a couple of carrots (including greens as suggested) instead of a card or chocolate. Even washed em first! These were promptly returned with an invitation to clear the premises and specific advice on where to place said carrots. Please advise.
What's the equivalent of Scrooge's "Humbug!" for this nauseating time of the year?
I suppose it's cheaper if you use the event to confine your "love outpourings and purchases" to one time of the year, rather than the constant drip, drip, drip weekly or monthly gifts of endearment.
My other half has often said, and I readily concur, that it's all a marketing exercise dreamed up by greetings cards manufacturers, chocolatiers and florists ... and the occasional purveyor of the genus Daucus.
That said, we now have a year to educate our 5-year-old into not wanting to send Valentine cards to his female classmates next year. He seems quite keen ...
I have convinced my spouse to read some of the publications on the pesticide load on imported flowers and the consequences for the poor people who grow and package them.
Eli Rabett is a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny, a chair election from retirement, at a wanna be research university that has a lot to be proud of but has swallowed the Kool-Aid. The students are naive but great and the administrators vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional. His colleagues are smart, but they have a curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they occasionally heed his pointing out the implications of the various enthusiasms that rattle around the department and school. Ms. Rabett is thankful that Prof. Rabett occasionally heeds her pointing out that he is nuts.
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Sweet, Dr. Rabett!
My virtual card, a compilation of photos in the macro setting from last summer (my way of tuning out the overall grim bigger picture):
with a wonderful Ella Fitzgerald rendition of "Embrace Me"...
http://witsendnj.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-steve.html
I bought a Valentine's card, because I knew I'd be in big trouble if I didn't !!
I once met Ms. Rabbet, who seemed to be a very rational, level-headed person, not the kind to hit the ceiling if Eli forgot to buy her a card. But one never knows...
Nevada Ned
OK, I sent a couple of carrots (including greens as suggested) instead of a card or chocolate. Even washed em first! These were promptly returned with an invitation to clear the premises and specific advice on where to place said carrots.
Please advise.
What's the equivalent of Scrooge's "Humbug!" for this nauseating time of the year?
I suppose it's cheaper if you use the event to confine your "love outpourings and purchases" to one time of the year, rather than the constant drip, drip, drip weekly or monthly gifts of endearment.
My other half has often said, and I readily concur, that it's all a marketing exercise dreamed up by greetings cards manufacturers, chocolatiers and florists ... and the occasional purveyor of the genus Daucus.
That said, we now have a year to educate our 5-year-old into not wanting to send Valentine cards to his female classmates next year. He seems quite keen ...
;-)
Cymraeg llygoden
I have convinced my spouse to read some of the publications on the pesticide load on imported flowers and the consequences for the poor people who grow and package them.
For example:
http://journals.lww.com/epidem/Abstract/2008/11000/Occupational_Exposure_to_Pesticides_During.17.aspx
http://oem.bmj.com/content/early/2009/10/22/oem.2009.047175.abstract
(using PCA)
http://muse.jhu.edu/login?uri=/journals/human_rights_quarterly/v030/30.1donohoe.html
Fortunately our own climbing rose bloomed on V'day.
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