You know how this goes. We met in the kitchen. We’ve had night after night of indulgent dinners, and even a quick lunch here and there. I didn’t know things would progress like this. This time has been absolutely scrumptious. Cradling your succulent breasts, enjoying your strong, yet tender thighs, focusing on one area each night. This has been magnificent. So, even though our time seems to be coming to an end, happy one-week turkeyversary!
This should be pretty obvious right? But actually, it’s not. We often get distracted without realizing that we already are. Once distracted, we engage in the new task and we don’t pay attention to what we were originally supposed to do.
Instead, to get rid of distractions, identify what distract you and then take proactive measures to not let them distract you again. For example, if it’s the internet, television or people, then you might want to consider studying at the library.
However, sometimes distractions can be thoughts that are intrusive. For instance, thoughts stemming from anxieties or worries. If this is the case, there is only so much you can do about them. You can try seeking professional help, dealing with the cause of anxiety or worries, or doing your best to distract yourself from those thoughts.
2. Avoid Procrastinating
Sometimes, we don’t begin on the task because we are already distracted. If this happens, put the distractions away and tell yourself that you will start the task for 5 minutes straight. Generally, you should find that the 5 minutes is enough to motivate you to continue, but if it doesn’t, then you may want to consider re-evaluating what’s important to you or what’s really keeping you from starting.
so both tom daley and maria bello have announced, in the past 24 hours, that they are in queer relationships and have been in straight relationships in the past, without actually labeling themselves as gay, but every headline is TOM DALEY COMES OUT AS GAY and MARIA BELLO IS A LESBIAN
This morning I was driving 13 to school. Rage Against the Machine has been playing. “Testify” starts.
"Dad, can I…"
Oh, man. It’s that moment, again. Now I have to decide whether to stand my ground and tell her I want to hear this song. She’s going to check Top 40, and now I’ll be stuck listening to something I don’t know, making me feel the 44 I’ll be this weekend. Okay, decision time. Let her finish; don’t interrupt her again to say no. Maybe it’ll be a Miley Cyrus song, or maybe I’ll hear Blurred Lines again, for like the hundredth time.
"…turn this up? I really like this song."
Where did I go right? Excuse me, there’s something in my eye.
The ACA provided states with federal funds to institute a Medicaid expansion. The states chose to expand the program also were able to set up their own state exchanges, which were relatively free from the problems the federal site had. Vermont decided to take it a step further by setting up their very own single payer system.
The slogan of the program: Everybody in, nobody out.
The program will be fully operational by 2017, and will be funded through Medicare, Medicaid, federal money for the ACA given to Vermont, and a slight increase in taxes. In exchange, there will be no more premiums, deductibles, copay’s, hospital bills or anything else aimed at making insurance companies a profit. Further, all hospitals and healthcare providers will now be nonprofit.
They estimate this will end up saving Vermont 25% per capita over the current system, in addition to preventing some proportion of the 45,000 preventable deaths that occur annually in the US due to the inability to afford treatment.
Ladies and Gentlemen, lend your ears to a feast. There is a blues band from Richmond, VA who are missing from your lives. You need to get some!
I have friends in lots of bands. I’m drawn to musicians. My parents raised me in a very music-centric household. Not only was music played all the time, but it was progressive, new music. My first record? A Band on the Run 45, in 72. My next? Smokin’ in the Boys Room by Brownsville Station. So, with all this musical interest, and my many musician friends, you might expect to hear me drone on all the time about this band and that band. I don’t.
But I need you to know about The Bush League. This four-piece outfit is based in Richmond, VA. They are incredible. I mean phenomenal. Every show is different, because the singer Jay, connects with the audience, and has dialogues with them. Off of Jay’s dialogue, the band adapts to the feel of the room that night. When I played some of the music for a coworker, she said, “Oh! That’s that black snake moan blues! Yeah, baby!”
You can listen to previews of their other songs, or even buy their album at Amazon or the iTunes Store.
“Eight percent of college men have either attempted or successfully raped. Thirty percent say they would rape if they could get away with it. When the wording was changed to “force a woman to have sex,” the number jumped to 58%. Worse still, 83.5% argue that “some women look like they are just asking to be raped.”—
Margo Maine, “Body Wars”
There was a time that, as a person of the male persuasion, seeing this quote made me really mad. It made me mad that women would assume that I was a rapist; it made me mad that rape was becoming ‘my problem’; it made me mad because, frankly, I didn’t think it was true. I think that this is a really common male attitude when confronted with rape statistics- or, at least, it has been in my purely anecdotal experience.
But now, I know there is no excuse for that. Men need to take responsibility and look at these numbers for what they really are, and what they really, truly represent. Men, don’t be mad at the woman who is justifiably wary that more than half of the men she knows could be her potential rapist. Don’t be mad at that there’s someone trying to rain on your fun, privileged parade where rape is something that only happens on Law & Order. Don’t be mad that you can’t accept that rape is way more common than you think. Most of all, don’t be mad at the woman who was raped and is seeking justice and help for her assault just because you thinks she looks like she was ‘asking for it.’
Be mad at the man who waits in the park to prey on the women who have a right to feel safe in their own communities. Be mad at the man who takes advantage of his drunk girlfriend. Be mad at the man who pushes the issue when his wife isn’t in the mood. Be mad at the man who catcalls, who makes unwelcome advances, who cops a feel.
Don’t be angry at the woman who doesn’t entirely trust you. Be angry at the men who have made her feel that way. Don’t be a part of a problem.
To my fellow white bio-males: be mad that there are so many men out there who don’t give a shit about consent. DON’T be mad that someone has harshed your mellow with facts; you do not have a right to go through life unchallenged.
omfg so I came back from camp today and I guess this fell out of my bag while I was unpacking
aND MY DAD STARTS SCREAMING ABOUT THIS CONDOM HE FOUND IN MY ROOM AND I GOT SO SCARED OMFG AND I WAS LIKE WAIT LEMME SEE THAT AND I TURNED IT OVER
AND IT’S MY FUCKING TEA
MY DAD THOUGHT MY CINNAMON APPLE TEA WAS A CONDOM
So, this is a post from someone obviously teen aged, or tween. And it’s funny. But, as a father of girls, it’s not. Because if either of my kids had a condom fall out of a bag, while internally I’d be screaming “but you’re my baby! You’re not old enough!”, in actuality I’d say, “I’m glad you’re being safe. ALWAYS be safe. In every way. And don’t let anyone ever treat you the way you don’t want, or do things to you that you don’t want.” We gave the oldest condoms years ago. And frankly, it’s close to the time for the youngest. Better she have them and not need them, than the opposite.
Watching Rush Hour with Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker on Thanksgiving, as you do.
It was either that, or Winged Migration, which just seemed cruel. I mean, I know Christmas is the time to roast a goose, but still. The third option was Rat Race, which, while funny, just seems odd to watch something with “rat” in the title while preparing food…
There are people telling funny history stories and I wanted to tell my favorite!
Okay, so. When Napoleon invaded Egypt, the Egyptians wanted to get in his good favor, so they sent along two teenage girls to him for him to use as he pleased. Napoleon was disgusted, because um, no, and he was madly in love with Josephine. So he sent them back. And, well, the Egyptian ministers must have misunderstood.
Because they sent back two ten year old boys.
But those Egyptians were definitely open. You don’t like the girls? No problem.