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guest post follow-up

August 14, 2003 — Leave a comment

on the last day of july there was a guest post by my friend franka, it was not only posted here but emailed out and posted elsewhere, here are her conclusions:

When I sent out the ‘your opinion needed’ email a few weeks ago, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was chuffed that so many of you took the time to think about it and reply, and it was an absolute delight to read all of your responses that ranged from the hilarious to the philosophical.

First, let’s break down the issue. A well educated, recently divorced professional woman is dating a guy who’s less educated, not as well off and a player. He stresses her out but he’s romantic and great in bed. My friend says she’s not unusual as several of her peers are going down this route because ‘intellectual men don’t do the romantic things, they’re too uptight.’ I was particularly stumped by that comment about ‘intellectual men’.

Now let’s do some definition. What’s an intellectual? In this case, my friend wasn’t referring to someone like Lloyd Best or Selwyn Ryan (thank God!). She was thinking about your typical middle class lawyer, banker, manager or engineer. Laura thought the guy was a roughneck, which he isn’t, but her comments could form the basis of another lively discussion.

All of you agreed that it was better to have a partner who’s your intellectual equal. Tamale made this very important point, “(It’s a) bit harsh to say that the “intellects” are not romantic. Everyone is different … anyway, you may find that the “intellect”, the “professional” may be a bit more driven and may have less time, depending on his career commitments, to make any serious commitment to a woman.”

In light of Tamale’s comments, I thought that since my friend’s ex-husband is an ambitious professional, it could be that she now wants something nice and easy. All of the men who responded alluded to this and Derwin best summed it up by saying; “I figure that the novelty will soon disappear. At some point she is going to want more than sex and romance. She`ll want love, companionship, conversation and emotional support. Remember we have a hierarchy of needs and she may be dealing with the more pressing ones now (remember – recently divorced)…but later…she`s going to want something deeper… And I definitely don`t agree with the ‘intellectual men aren`t good at the romantic stuff’ statement!”

But what constitutes romance? My friend’s guy is into buying flowers and giving trinkets. Bog standard romantic gestures, some people might say. Not a lot of you were too wowed by this especially Cherrie who said; “If I want romance that badly I can read a cheap book”.

Victoria came down on the side of the thinking men and said, “I have never found that intellectual men are un-romantic as a whole. In fact, they tend to be romantic in more creative, imaginative ways. You know when a guy reads Marquez for breakfast you aren`t going to get the standard red roses for your birthday.”

On the issue of fidelity, it was strange that not many of you referred to it. Does that mean that women are becoming more tolerant? Or is it as I read somewhere that women know they’re just as capable of infidelity as men, hence the willingness to forgive these days.

Unsurprisingly, the men had some interesting views about ‘players’. Roger defined the player thus: “Players are usually good lovers and romantics because that is their trade, their area of expertise, otherwise they would not be players. No one would be interested.” Knowing Geoff as I do, I was his tongue was clearly stuck squarely in his cheek when he gave his opinion, but I won’t be surprised to know there are some guys who think like this. “How can I meet this woman, she seems to understand me very well. I don`t have to speak, she provides for me, she has no commitments (i.e. husband), she will allow me to be a player and all I have to do is be romantic and great in bed. I think this will be any man`s dream.”

Seriously though, the best thing about all your responses was that nobody was judgmental about my friend’s situation. Most of you – even the guys – were quite empathetic.

Of course, there isn’t any one answer to the question ‘what do women want?’ but Bonnie probably came close enough when she said, “I think what women want in men are basically themselves with a dick.” To end, I’ll leave you with June’s comments, I think she makes a hell of a lot of sense.

“Women – Woooo! Unto men!! There is a time and place for everything. What might suffice at the moment, may not suffice 10 years from now. Romance is always more important for a woman than a man, however with the present world that is being created everyday, many women are, creating and acting out the same pattern as men have done for many, many years.?An intellectual man would be sexually involved with a woman not on his level. The tables have turned. Women are sexually involved with men who are not on their intellect level and are totally enjoying the sense of freedom and power that have been enjoyed by the opposite sex for so long. But, after we have enjoyed it, hopefully we will grow to another level and seek less carnal things.”

I await your responses.

not even…

August 14, 2003 — Leave a comment

the fact that i have to go the presentation next week in grenada, is spoiling my day. it`s not the trip so much as the company. it`s just me and my boss, i intend to take lots of books and movies. the presentation is an hour, but in order to get a flight we get in the day before. so it`s two whole days. i pray that my brain does not leak out of my ear listening to her prattle on.

i`m inspired. the work is just flowing forth. i like days like this. i`m productive, i have ideas that i can keep for something else. i feel like i can take the world on today. it`s been a while since i`ve felt so completely like that. what am i beginning to like my job? [insert dramatic music here] i doubt that i like my job anymore than i did last week or the week before, this is just me, centring myself.

i have an immediate goal and i have a long term goal. both of them are completely attainable and have very little to do with a `good` job and lots of money. and over the last couple of days i feel they are within my grasp. things feel right.

back to work, i only have three more of these ads to build.

not quite, but this morning it feels pretty close. the only thing missing out of my life is victoria. i like feeling good. i like feeling happy. i could complain but where is it going to get me right now. if you are a regular reader you know there is a cycle but as i pointed out to a friend last night, yes there are highs and lows but there comes a point when the lows don`t last as long or seem as deep. this is what i`m focussing on.

there is one more day left in the working week, i think i can finish everything i have to do for the presentation next week today, so that means i can start printing tomorrow. that said, even work is not bothering me as much. i do what i need to and i`m out, this job is really not worth a second thought.

i`ll be thirty-two in just over a week, i`m married to a woman that makes my heart sing, i have children who love me, i have a skill set that makes me employable and with enough motive and opportunity, i can make being self employed sustain my family. why shouldn`t i be happy?

the lights are out

August 13, 2003 — Leave a comment

and i home. [aaah, nevermind. that robert palmer reference wasn`t going to fly anyway] the power is out and i`m sitting here in the dark. lovely thing about a laptop, you can just keep going. well for another 2 hours at least.

this afternoon continued pretty much as the day had, i`m very relaxed and still pretty happy, my mother is off to grenada for a couple of days, so i have to take care of my grandmother, the dogs and the cat. i think everyone should survive til she returns.

it`s interesting sitting here in the dark, the moon hasn`t risen completely but the stars are out. now would be a good time to go to bed, can`t read and i should conserve battery power, but i want to talk to vic and it`s too hot too go to sleep. i`ve been thinking about our relationship a lot today and i`ve realised that i`ve never been this happy or complete with anyone. it`s why being apart from her makes me feel so lost. it`s as simple as spending time with her, not doing anything, just in her presence. i feel settled and complete.

the dream over the last two nights was very simple, just the two of us standing somewhere our arms intertwined looking out at something, my face in her hair.

i`m holding on to that. i`m going to sit outside for a while and look at the stars and conserve some battery power.

i got up this morning smiling. i`ve been having the same dream for the last two nights. although it`s less of a dream and more of a recognition of an event to occur. this is not an uncommon occurrence for me, i`ve just learned to accept them for what they are.

there is one interesting detail of the trip i failed to mention, but i`m playing this one close to my chest, i`m afraid, i`ll jinx it. so as more details emerge i`ll keep you posted.

btw if you`re ever in antigua, you should check out the sticky wicket restaurant, they serve the most divine chocolate cake. it was melt in your mouth moist, rich dark chocolate. go on, try it.

i love you vic

for you:

How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

I needed the shelter of someone`s arms and there you were

I needed someone to understand my ups and downs

and there you were

With sweet love and devotion

deeply touching my emotion

I want to stop and thank you baby

I just want to stop and thank you baby

How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

I close my eyes at night,

wondering where would I be without you in my life

Everything I did was just a bore,

everywhere I went it seems I`d been there before

But you brightened up for me all of my days

With a love so sweet in so many ways

I want to stop and thank you baby

I want to stop and thank you baby

How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

You were better to me than I`ve been to myself

For me, there`s you and there ain`t nobody else

I want to stop and thank you baby

I just want to stop and thank you baby

(repeat and fade):

How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

have a good day all. adieu.

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let`s start with the departure yesterday, i got my pittance of a per diem and made my way with my boss and two other co-workers off on this investigative junket. at this point we`re still pitching for the account and the trip was on the perspective client`s tab. also on this trip we representatives of two other ad agencies pitching for the business. so it`s 9 of us total, we all have the same itinerary, our tickets and hotel are booked and paid for.

and should be ready for us right? no.

we get to the airport, i approach the counter and tell the woman there i`m here to pick up tickets for… she waits til i finish my spiel to tell me, they are no starting up the system, hold on a minute. ok, my cacker-flappers are already flapping from the rest of the days experiences. i tried, i really did, but jesus but the people behind that counter just infuriated me with a level of incompetence. 7 people with prepaid tickets show up for a flight, you have a fax confirmation in the office, but you wait til we show up to start writing the tickets and the comedy of errors continued for about an hour. eventually i just walked away from the counter in disgust. finally we all got our tickets and managed to get VIP treatment for the rest of the trip.

we got to our destination a little after 10pm, check into the hotel [no internet access]

ok, this is the third millennium, internet access should be a standard, but i digress… it`s close to 11pm and all of us are ravenous, so we go off on a food jaunt which was quite successful. i got a fairly descent steak and red stripe out of it, i can`t complain.

what i can complain about is my employer who proved to be an embarrassment to us all, time and time again in all our waking hours, actually every time she opened her mouth. i could detail every time but this is already turning into the mother of all posts. i did managed to say a prayer in the moonlight on the beach, so like i said it wasn`t all bad.

today was a full breakfast, whirlwind tour of facilities, more embarrassing utterances and a meal of stupendous taste and proportions, i`m still trying to digest. i served no purpose on this trip, i could have stayed in the office and done fuck all. but i`d have missed the meals and the drinking.

ok, i`m tired, i don`t wanna type anymore.  i want to talk to vic and go to bed. i couldn`t fall asleep last night and i still managed to get up early this morning.

why is it, getting paid in the country is such a fucking problem?

you come and find me; you had to work real hard, because you get the number in the house that less that 10 people have, ask me to do the work, i go out of my way to help you. i send you a bill and crying over it.

what the fuck is that about?  you fucking well found me, i didn`t come begging to do this shit. pay me my fucking money and stop whining.

i hate this fucking shit. i hate the colonial fucking mentality. i`m sure when the fucking assholes in europe saddled them with the illegible piece of shit they were on his knees paying homage to them. if they had to send the file back to get it converted they would have to pay more than what i`m charging. i hate being in a position, where i need the money, so i have to back down on the price.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

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welcome to the jungle

August 11, 2003 — Leave a comment

i`m up and i`m lightly packed. i realise i like travelling, going to the airport and getting on a plane is one of my great joy. i`ve been hunting about information about temporary internet access in antigua, but i`m not seeing anything, yes, i know, i`m addicted, it`s only going to be about 30 hours.

i have one thing to do in the office today and that alone should provide me with hours of amusement, although i`m sure there`ll be a production meeting this morning.

why do they call them production meeting, i think the nanosecond of true productivity in those meetings is completely overwhelmed the minutes, nay, hours of pointless ramblings. hopefully, all the last minute trip shit will preclude the meeting.

i need to find another project, i`ve realised that i have nothing to do with my spare time, which actually means i`m going to be broke next month. jesus, i`m broke now, just checked my account balance online and i have less money than i thought.

i need to find some paying work.

time to go. i`ll try to post during the day, otherwise, i`ll be back tomorrow.

i have been cruising around js, clicking on interesting names in people`s lists of favourites, i got this from pablo who got it from someone else and so on and so on [am i ever going to stop taking these things?]

1. WHAT IS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN THE THEATERS? bad boys II [bad, horrible, not even going to watch it again on cable]

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? years of rice and salt – kim stanely robinson

3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?  Scrabble  

4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? hmmm, don`t get print publications anymore, so i`ll have to go with nerve.com

5. FAVORITE SCENT? rain on grass or rain on hot asphalt   

6. FAVORITE COMFORT FOODS? kai see mein soup

7. FAVORITE SOUND? rain falling on a galvanised roof

8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? Being alone

9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP? how`s vic, will i get good news today  

10. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE? roti

11. FUTURE CHILD`S NAME? still under consideration

12. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? Love

13. FINISH THE STATEMENT, “IF I HAD LOTS OF MONEY, I WOULD” go back to school, build our restaurant

14. YOUR FAVORITE COLLECTIBLEliving in a box, no collectibles

15. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? no

16. STORMS – COOL OR SCARY? cool

17. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? toyota coralla wagon. the amazing elastic car

18. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? orange

19. FINISH THE STATEMENT, “IF I HAD THE TIME, I WOULD LOVE TO…” go back to school.

20. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? sometimes

21. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE? blue.

22. HOW MANY DIFFERENT STATES HAVE YOU LIVED IN? Fl

23. HOW MANY DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS HAVE YOU LIVED IN? lost track

24. FAVORITE PLACES TO RELAX? any place i can read

25. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? formula 1

sunday triple feature

August 10, 2003 — Leave a comment

today has been another exceptional lazy day, i sat, correction, i lay in bed and watched movies for most of the day, i still have the last of triple feature in the computer, but i`m getting that lovely throbbing behind my eye, so i thought i`d give it a rest for a moment. so far today i watched T3 [so, so, nothing write home about] and drumline [which was actually pretty cool, plus i really like orlando jones [no, not the LOTR guy, the hot black guy who started the 7up campaign], still in the computer unwatched is tears of the sun, i`ll get to that in a bit.

i`m going up the caribbean on a site visit tomorrow. it`s one of those good news bad news scenarios, good news is that i get to go antigua for a day, bad news is i`m travelling with my boss. good news i spend the night in a luxury hotel, bad news i spend the day riding around looking at construction sites and listen to people dispense copious amounts of bullshit. well you get the general idea. i have my book to read on the plane and i`ll probably finish on the way there, so i should borrow something from the video store, so i can plug in my headphones and have an excuse to not listen to my boss` ramblings.

i have come to the conclusion, that it`s not my job i despise, it`s my boss. i don`t like stupid people and i think she`s a moron. does that make me a moron for going to work for her? whatever.

it`s a been generally a lovely weekend. the hum is back, it`s like a switch has been flicked, since vic left there has been a sexual thought in my head, i got home last night and my body started humming, i couldn`t wait to get out of my clothes, my dreams were filled memories of vic`s visit. i`m still tingly. i like that feeling, even separated by thousands of miles, victoria can stimulate my body and mind.

while i was waiting for js to come back online after the service interruption, i was cleaning up my bookmarks and following some links and i thought i`d share a few….

in the beginning there was the first blog

an interesting look at image retouching [makes you wonder what`s real doesn`t it]

which brings me to this and this[which begs the question, why?]

how did you celebrate

and finally a topic very close to my heart, ummm, lips