Informal Poll

What is the worst variable ellipses-bookended phrase in history?

A) ...my boyfriend/fiancé/husband...

B) Other ____

The Origin of the Spouses

An amusing - if perhaps slightly depressing - piece about modern dating over at the City Journal. Although there's a lot of truth in the so-called Darwinian theory of dating, I think that there are just as many people who don't play the dating "games" as those who do (whether consciously or not).

Either way, there is a lot of BS out there. Watch your step.

Bachelorhood: Boon or Bane?

I thought this article in the New English Review was highly entertaining. It's full of great quotes and enduring myths about bachelors vs. married men. I'm going to reserve judgment on the main question for the time being, but I found this passage interesting:

Not that the bachelor is completely immune to female charms and wiles; he simply has a greater resistance than the average guy, combined perhaps with a more profound dread of connubial bliss. It is a cynicism borne of endless reports of ruined marriages and bitter dissolutions. Of the 50 percent of couples that successfully weather the storms of holy matrimony, a mere 38 percent allow that their marriages are happy ones. Yet for all this doom and gloom the happily unmarried man is not opposed to love. Far from it. More likely he idealizes love more than his married counterpart. “Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing,” notes Goethe. “A confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.”

Cynicism coupled with idealism? Sounds familiar...anyway, check it out.

Honesty Date

This is amusing:

"Oh...Cali?"

Funny how things happen. I went to the Sox game tonight (a last minute extra ticket of a boyfriend-of-a-roommate-of-a-friend kind of jawn), and it was quite possibly the best Tuesday ever, mixed with a dash of incomprehensible, painfully severe irony (also, the Good Guys lost, which seems to be a recurring theme in the oh-so-few games I attend. NB: Not a complaint, but rather an observation, because this team is poised to do some serious damage this season).

Today, at 10:00AM, I board a jetBlue plane for Long Beach, California. California. Cali. The West Coast. The Best Coast.

I haven't been out to Cali since I peeped an Orange County-to-San Francisco jaunt as part of our Midwest/West Coast Post-graduation Road Trip in the summer of 2002. I remember: driving all the time; blonde girls; warm weather.

2 out of 3 ain't bad.

A very good friend of mine (many of you, if not most, considering my readership, know Reid, aka RAW) is getting married to his lovely fiancée Eunice this Saturday. I, along with the [in]famous LeVaur (aka: LL, Mr. Lover-Lover, LeVizzle, The Other Black Meat, Jamerican Lager) am Best Man. Or co-Best Man. However that works.

This is interesting for a few reasons:

A) It's one of those Things That Make You Feel Old[er].

B) The first person I met at Dartmouth (excluding the DOC trip), who was also my freshman year (and sophomore summer, and 9/05-9/06 roommate), is getting MARRIED. And I am IN THE WEDDING.

C) I need a vacation.

D) I happen to heart the sun, water, and fruity drinks in the aforementioned enviroment.

E) LA. It's gotta be Deece City at the least, which is fine by me.

In parting, I will leave you with the immortal [although slightly paraphrased] words of my man Christopher Wallace (aka the Notorious B.I.G., Biggie Smalls):

If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East
I live out there, so don't go there
But that don't mean an MRhé can't rest in the West
See some nice [whut?!] in the West

Back at the ass-crackle of dawn on Monday.

Holla atchya boy!

txtmsg4u

I know less about women...than anyone in the world.

But are we still in high school? Do we lack the maturity to engage in actual conversation? Are we so lazy that we must communicate by text message?

Seriously. WTF?