I think my comment from ornjkitty was, just now, about an hour late.
Imagine the fury of a three-year-old attempting to rampage free and wild right in the way of father turning over the (at that point unfenced) garden, who is instead pinned in one place by the simple expedient of slipping the back of the overalls over one of the stakes laid out for the future fence. I think I'd been trying to run out into the road, as well as stomp on everything.
"Sir, I am wondering how it was that you came to that conclusion on that matter. Would you please enlighten us? As it stands now, I must disagree with you."
"Dude, you're full of shit. No fucking way!"
Much disrespectful questioning of authority would be perfectly acceptable if it were phrased more politely.
Then, if someone's worldview of authority contains as a clause, "No one must question me, ever", then there is no possible way for that person to be questioned without challenging their authority, no matter how polite the phrasing is.
I think it's perfectly possible for a teacher and student to have a disagreement, where both parties know that they disagree, and for the student to abide by the teacher's judgement while in the context of the academic situation -- as long as both parties are polite about it and recognize the right of the student to think whatever the hell they want, and the authority of the teacher to dictate educational format.
"Oh?" I said.
"It's never going to last," she told me.
"Why not?" I asked.
She struggled for words for a few moments.
"It just won't."
"Because -- because he's funny-looking!"
There you have what most of Middle America thinks, I think...
Myself, I think Marc Anthony is geekboy-cute. No clue about the length of the marriage, except that the lack of a media circus surrounding it bodes well.
That had better be a cheap dog toys spam ad.
There were ants at the bus stop, and one got my ankle. Biting ants are worse than mosquitoes, as skeeters give notice as they do whine. Not so with ants.
Time for bleeding.
The venus transit last night mä have messed with people's heads at the plasma place. Something did, at any rate. I was feeling settled and calm. No one else seemed to be.
Mayonnaise Jar and the Coffee
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the coffee.
A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
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