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I saw a leaked version of this video from Quiet Company a couple weeks before I left. I meant to get it posted when Taylor Muse posted the video back in early February, but you know, I was out of the country.
So here it is.
You should share it with your friends.
From Sarah Fister Gale writing for Open Salon:
Next month, my daughter Ella will turn 11-years-old. She’s a beautiful girl, with blond hair and green eyes. She’s an amazing artist, a brilliant writer, and she can do the splits without even warming up.
And if I hadn’t had an amniocentesis, she would have died the day she was born.
Just over 11 years ago, I received a call from my obstetrician’s assistant to let me know that there was an anomaly in my recent blood test. “It’s probably just a testing error,” she assured me.
Thanks, Luis V and Becky F!
Here’s a quick video of a sensitive plant. I’d never heard of them before. You can read the wiki here.
They are native to South and Central Americas. And now they are pantropical.
When you touch their frond-like leaves, the leaves collapse or curl up.
Seriously, one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.
From Wall Street Journal Online:
Pediatricians fed up with parents who refuse to vaccinate their children out of concern it can cause autism or other problems increasingly are “firing” such families from their practices, raising questions about a doctor’s responsibility to these patients.
Medical associations don’t recommend such patient bans, but the practice appears to be growing, according to vaccine researchers.
Image of woman in green dress with red splotches on her knees reads, “I’ve been promoted.”
I learned a new, vulgar sex term the other day that I wanted to share. It’s called a “Belmont Transfer.” Anyone who lives in Chicago would know that to get downtown you can transfer from the Red to the Brown or Purple line at Belmont.
Do you have any idea now what a “Belmont Transfer” means? Just to forewarn you, it’s not exactly safe for work or for pleasure. Here’s the Urban Dictionary definition.
You can do the same transfer at Fullerton, which is what I prefer.
Honk.
Evil Jesus says, “Whatcha reading? Girl: “The bible.” Jesus: “LOL, I made that shit up.”
I don’t remember where I saw this one.
When you live in America, or many first world countries, the ubiquity of American corporate presence becomes almost comforting.
You can be almost anywhere in the world and find a McDonald’s, KFC and a Dunkin Donuts. Or a Starbucks. Whatever.
It’s NUTS!
But in Bali, the ubiquity of those comforts was slimmer. We passed a McDonald’s, DD and KFC in the main city of Denpasar, but they weren’t anywhere else that I saw. And if we stayed there longer, I would have eaten at McD’s just to check out the differences.
The things that are everywhere are markets loaded with tourist goods, and some bads, if you know what I mean. Above is an image that we saw everywhere, carved wooden penises (with legs!) and women riding high on erect wooden dingdongs.
If you open click that image to, erhm, enlarge, you can see that they added pubic hair, too.
Amazing attention to detail, yeah!
The first day we were in Bali, we were waiting on our luggage, which arrived about 24 hours later. The airline gave us $100 to buy clothing. We walked to a tourist-heavy area called Kuta, where those huge bombings took place in 2002 and 2004.
We walked into a local shop where I bought some extremely overpriced shorts and a t-shirt. The woman helping me apparently didn’t care to understand the English written on her shirt. She kept offering me Ts with things like, “Two in the Pink, One in the Stink” or “I love Big Fat Pussy” written on them.
I. am. not. kidding.
Could you imagine? Me, walking with Tina, down the streets of Bali arm around her shoulders with either of those two shirts on?
High-larious.
Anyway, just thought you’d get a naughty kick out of the locals view of sex.
Le Café Wittypoots 