susa8's Blog

So in the past week or so I've noticed a difference in the advertisements I see on the right side of the screen. (I don't pay for EP so I see ads there.)  When I logged in just now, there was a Tyson chicken ad.  Fine.  For some people, dinner time might be approaching and that ad would be timely.  The question is, did that ad target me because the system thinks it knows something about me?  Like my time zone.

Here's what's been bothering me.  It's an ad for an institution located in the state where I live.  Is that a coincidence?  My intuition says no.  (Now I may have given away where I am to anyone reading this.)

I'm quite private about EP.  When I'm logged in, I'm pretty careful about the other sites I browse on the side.  My browser also clears my cache every time it closes.

Okay then, I'm going to test it out.  Take this!  geocache geocacher geocaching caches cache hunt    And this!  gps device handheld gps unit navigator reviews ratings

Now show me.  Are you looking through EP content and EPer browsing activity?  If so, at least make yourself useful.

So the glimpses into marriage can be quite frightening but the glimpses into love for the offspring are very touching.  I think some EPers really love their children.  I admire this enormously, and it fascinates me too.

I've seen unmarried women with stable careers adopt a baby girl.  But I wouldn't go that route.  Being a single parent seems like too much for me.

I'll just observe from my little corner of the world.

It's such a pretty moment when a few autumn leaves gently and quietly fall about you when you're walking around taking care of errands.

Sometimes it feels more like going to battle than going to do your job.  Interacting with another person to get some small item accomplished feels like war.  Instead of team spirit, there's egotism.

Feelings can be so fleeting ... and delicate.
If only I could still feel what I felt yesterday.
Such a pity it ended.

"I miss you, and I love you."

Does anyone say such things?  As in, just pick up the phone and let the person know?

I think it would be cool if people did.  I think I'd like to someday.

A while ago I saw the original version of this Bergman work, which is a television series.  Well, how do I put it ... I thought the couple was nuts.

I very much appreciate the glimpses of marriage that EPers share.  (I'm giving people the benefit of the doubt, believing their stories are genuine.)  I have my own ideas about marriage, especially for my own life, and I find the EP stories highly educational.  I admit, I find most of them to be downright frightening.

For some reason, this afternoon I had a clear feeling of gladness about not being married.  Rationally, I realize there are advantages to marriage but still, I'm glad I've never married.  As for the future, I'll see what turns up.

So a poem in Howlshigh's blog triggered a thought about someone from my past.  To this day I feel like he's the only one with whom a relationship could work.  It's very peculiar.  I never loved him, was not in love with him, never even thought of marrying him.  And I didn't even wonder if he felt those things for me.  Anyway, it just felt like we fit, we were a match.  Eventually I chalked it up to being twin flames, if that sort of thing exists.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing."

Twice, today.

Well, satisfaction has been found at last.

It was a very, very beautiful day.  It was bright, warm, and clear.  The vibration was bright, warm, and clear.  However, I can see how some people might have felt melancholic.  I think the potential for melancholy was there but if one didn't detect it, then today was all loveliness and beauty.

This was the sort of day you live slowly.  You sit comfortably, surrounded by a nice scene.  You probably have a real treat like hot cocoa or tea with an incredible croissant or scone.  You sit quietly. You are still.  Maybe you reflect a little on the life after death question and how you might handle the various possibilities.  But you wouldn't think too hard about it.  It's not the sort of day to think hard about anything.

Another day like this ... what bliss.

For the Brazilians, apparently a "pineapple tart" contains no pieces of pineapple but bits of coconut sweetened by something like sugary pineapple paste.  Silly me for thinking "pineapple tart" would actually contain pineapple.  If I had known coconut was involved, I would not have bought it.

If names are not reliable, pictures are not necessarily better.  This is because they can be poorly placed on the menu, giving the impression they represent an item listed nearby.  In this case, the picture of a pita cradling chunks of skewered chicken on a bed of lettuce and tomato, topped with sauce, turns out to not be a chicken shish sandwich.  A certain middle-eastern pizzeria has a different culinary take on said sandwich.  Fine, they have that freedom.  But it's quite peculiar because all the other chicken shish sandwiches I've had looked like that picture.

"Meat pie."  To some nations, apparently "meat" is beef.  Ok, easy enough.  But I'm rather suspicious when the waitress doesn't know what the stuffing is and has to go to the kitchen to find out.  All the other menu items seemed standardized.

Some thoughts: 
Don't assume.
Ask and confirm.
People lie.  Lies are everywhere.
People cheat and they may not care if they do.
Carefully select your best option when dissatisfied with what's been presented to you.
There's nothing wrong with standing up for yourself.

Sooooo ... this week I tasted food from a country I probably couldn't pinpoint on a map. 

This should go in the Confessions section, shouldn't it?

Well, at least I've better educated myself now and will probably always remember the location of ______stan.

There are normal, reasonable, healthy people in this city.  I met them tonight.  It was so good.

I know I could be wrong about them.  But right now, it's real.

This is ascribed to Plato: "Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something."

Here's a different angle on silence. 

Dogbert's little tail is so cute.