How high is higher ceilings? Just curious.
Speaking of ceiling height, I was just changing the light bulb in my apartment's front hallway and realized that the ceiling there is about eight inches higher than the ceiling in my bedroom, and the kitchen ceiling is somewhere in between. Why would that be?
Yeah, higher ceilings and hardwood floors make me feel much more relaxed and at home. The one piece of negative feedback I gave Hotel Palomar on their response card was that the hallways felt too hemmed-in and dark.
AWB, my guess is that somewhere along the line someone put in a dropped ceiling in your bedroom to save on heating costs, and maybe the same in the kitchen at a different time (or maybe the kitchen one had a dropped ceiling when electrical things got rewired, as a cheap and easy way of hiding the work) It may not look like a traditional dropped ceiling, of course. How old is your building, do know?
Maybe a murderer cunningly hid his victims in the ceilings, thus foiling any Rear Window-style meddlers from deducing his evil scheme.
1 - I don't have a tape measure but, measuring my height against the wall and estimating up, I think my current ceilings are between 9 and 9 1/2 feet. In the old place, it was at least 6-12 inches shorter. Googling reveals that 8 feet is the average ceiling height.
Dropped ceilings are also a cheap workaround for really nasty ceilings.
Minneapolitan reveals the kinder, gentler self behind the revolutionary mask. A real murderer would know that bodies stink way too much to put in the ceiling.
I was trying to pull up my Phillip Larkin quote while reading this thread adn then remembered that's High Windows.
I lived in a bi-level loft with 16 foot ceilings for a year but that was too much space and kind of disorienting. Still, it was a beautiful apartment and pretty cool. Here's the Midwest for you: it was in an old converted historic building in the middle of downtown with 10 foot windows along all of the walls and the rent? $600 a month.
bodies stink way too much to put in the ceiling
Depends on how you pack them.
New Zealand. It's lovely this time of year.
I'm the same way about both, Becks. In fact, I kind of wonder whether everyone is the same about colors, and just thinks it's the heat, rather than the gray, that bothers them.
11: Geeze, dude, cheerful much? Wouldn't you panic if you "woke up in bed with your wife dead next to you" with two bullet holes in her head and your necktie around her neck?
Probably he woke up every morning for 23 years saying to himself, "Today I should really do something about that drum out in back". But he let it go from one day to the next, always putting it off -- and now look at him.
A lesson for procrastinators, if any of them ever happen to stop by here.
14: Althusser did.
Althusser's crazy book is very funny and interesting.
Snarky headline notwithstanding, this is kind of a sweet article.
Anti-relationshippers won't think so, of course.
15: Probably he kept busy with laundry and taxes.
17: I immediately knew it was a John Deere. There's a John Deere collector a couple of miles from here.
One of the great things about Glasgow tenement flats [roughly analogous to brownstones in New York] is the huge ceilings. Way, way higher than 8.5 ft.
So you can be living in a student flat, in a single room, but have huge high ceilings, bay windows and stained glass.
Not that that blue-watered, green-treed place isn't warm.
Note ttaM studiously avoids the part of the post about cheerful, colorful places.
Someone who'd put up with his milking cows at 3 a.m. and his six-day work weeks.
Unfogged girls! You don't have to be single!
The article didn't seem clued in that there are way more bachelor farmers than bachelorette farmers. The women in that dating service could pick and choose.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but Althusser had the decency to report right away that he'd strangled his wife, IIRC.
The sun came out today, and I could could feel my serotonin levels begin to readjust. I had enough time to see my shadow before the clouds came back, so it looks like six more weeks of drinking winter.
In a few weeks it might be the right time for flowers to bloom in those parts of some deserts that have flowers.
re: 22
Scotland is green. Green with a capital G. Lush, in fact.
Near constant rain in the west combined with a fairly temperate climate means it is, largely, not to put too fine a point on it, green as fuck.
Not great for sunbathing, or getting a tan. But if your aim is to grow lots of stuff, it's pretty ideal.
Indeed, I always forget that southwestern Scotland has palm trees.
Also, my current apartment reminds me that street-level is my least favorite level. Which reminds me that I need to find a new place in the next couple of weeks.
re: 27
Actually, the palm trees are in the far north west. It's quirk of the Gulf Stream that there are palm trees in Scotland at roughly the same latitude as southern Alaska.
25: I had a friend who scheduled his vacations around the the desert's flowering. He'd try to have a little slack so that he could take off the same day his sources told him that the blossoms would come out.
My son's cousin brought back photos of the Gobi, and in season it can be pretty spectacular too.
He also was ecstatic that he had been able to see the Grand Canyon one of the rare times it snows there.
The more I think about it, the more I think Becks is right about the lack of light and color, rather than the lack of heat, being the reason winter is so depressing. Most of the Northeast looks like ass from about October until March or April. Gray sky. Gray tree branches. Muddy brown gray ground or snow (that turns gray.)
Desert blooms are really something else. Whole hills covered in purple and orange and so on.
If that's your kind of thing.
Right now, the woods next to our house in Oxfordshire are full of flowers. Snow-drops, primroses, daisies, daffodils. All of these are out now. It's very pretty.
Western Oregon is the Scotland of the US. Or maybe western Washington is, and western Oregon is the Ireland. Anyway, green as fuck. And I have a palm tree in my front yard.
When snow is clean and the sun is out it's incredibly bright around here. But some winters there's very little snow.
The gray can be beautiful too, just not 100 days in a row.
Eh, the midwest isn't much to look at in winter either. Everything brown, and still flat.
That is true. We must not discriminate against the gray. Though 100 days of green and sunshine oddly fails to get old.
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We just had an amusing outing to the drug store. Our children have been troubled lately by fear of the dark. Fleur and I convinced them that we could buy monster repellant at the drug store, and this would ensure that no monster would come near their room. Fleur made up a nice self-adhesive label for "Monster-Away" ("For use under beds and in inside closets"). We all went to the store together, and, while she distracted the girls, I took a can of air freshener from the shelf and gave it to the pharmacist and asked her to afix the label. After a few minutes, we all walked up to the pharmacy counter and waited in line. I asked the pharmacist, "Do you have monster repellant?"
The other customers were at first perplexed, and then totally flabbergasted when the pharmacist cheerfully answered, "Yes we do, let me go get some."
"Maximum strength, please" I called after her. She came back holding the Monster-Away and played along cooly, saying "I use this brand in my house and I have never had a problem with monsters." The looks on the faces of the other customers were priceless. One lady caught on and played along with us. Our daughters were pleased as could be, and couldn't wait to go home and spray under their bed.
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Your kids will laugh about that when they're older, and tell the story to their own children.
I'm wondering now whether there is a business opportunity in this...
Knecht, I love it and will copy you if the nighttime-seeing-things chez nous gets any worse.
re: 43
Definitely.
"New, all-organic Bogey'B'Gone (tm). A KR-Monster-Away product."
I predict that your children will find the scent of that particular air freshener strangely comforting, even in twenty or thirty years. Here's hoping it never stops being manufactured.
43: Just don't ask me to do a case study!
Just great, KR.
Regarding ceiling height: When I first moved here, I lived for a couple of years in an apartment with what must have been 10 or 11 foot ceilings (or more, no idea, really; I am not good at estimating heights and distances). I have a picture around here somewhere I should put up. Wonderful ... and many more possibilities for hanging things on the walls!
"In clinical trials, tests find that 100% of households using KR-MonsterAway remain monster free."
KR and Fleur - hope it worked! Such an excellent plan deserves to.
"If KR-MonsterAway wishes to expand into the European market, there are three areas we must consider. First,....."
The genius is going to the pharmacist to 'buy' the spray.
totally charmed by Knecht's story.
here, Becks, something green to cheer you up
and i eat a lot of chocolate to overcome winter blues, i suppose,
though it's kinda constipation inducing :)
I'm wondering now whether there is a business opportunity in this...
My mom gave us some commercially-produced similar thing last year—a spray bottle with a no-bad-things kind of logo, basically—and it was quickly forgotten. I'm guessing that the value is in how you played it.
Our Paris apartment had 11- or 12-foot ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows. I doubt I will ever feel so comfortable in a dwelling again. (OTOH, Paris is depressingly dark in the winter; I found that I occasionally needed to go to a tanning salon to juice my mental state with some UV rays.)
We bought a bunch of antique furniture while we lived there, and when we moved to the U.S., we found that most of the apartments (and later houses) we looked at had ceilings too low to accommodate our furniture.
53 as you guessed was me
and i'm going in April to San Diego to attend the meeting, can't wait
should do it my epic American journey no 2
if to include the Grand Canyons and LA with Vegas and may be SF, not Seattle this time with my cousine gone
i eat a lot of chocolate to overcome winter blues, i suppose, though it's kinda constipation inducing
There's a kind of chocolate you can buy that is guaranteed not to cause that problem.
San Diego has swell weather.
I need to get some sun again in a little bit here. California here I come!
The lack of natural light is getting to me more than the gray this winter. Now that I'm no longer on a student schedule, I can't do chores and stuff during weekdays and it's always dark when I leave work.
"If KR-MonsterAway wishes to expand into the European market, there are three areas we must consider. First,....."
"...production concept (import, local manufacturing under license, or invest in production facilities?); second, marketing strategy (the 4 P's); third, distribution channels."
The unsuccessful candidates get the first two. The successful ones remember distribution. Always remember distribution.
Speaking of vacations, I just booked our like five minutes ago and I'm so dizzy with excitement that I might have to go lie down. Costa Rica!
Lots of greenery in Costa Rica. Also lots of legal drugs.
There are lots of legal drugs in the states, too, just different ones.
He also was ecstatic that he had been able to see the Grand Canyon one of the rare times it snows there.
Eh? It snows all the time at the Grand Canyon.
Oh man, Costa Rica will be amazing. Saturated green (depending on where you spend time, I imagine).
There are lots of legal drugs in the states, too, just different ones.
I think you'll find Costa Rica's administrative units are provinces and cantons, not states.
I think you'll find that, since 65 was drawing a contrast with Costa Rica, 68 doesn't make any sense.
I think you'll find that 65 should perhaps have used "the States" rather than "the states."
Further to high ceilings, old apartment picture here, since I became momentarily obsessed with finding it. Those windows obviously admitted a lot of light -- and morning light -- such that we slept in that front room in winter.
I think you'll find that, since 65 was drawing a contrast with Costa Rica, 68 doesn't make any sense.
I think you'll find that, since 65 was an intentional misreading of the plain sense of 63, 68 was mainly designed to follow in its pettifogging spirit.
I think you'll find that 73 is a form of meta.
Most of the Northeast looks like ass from about October until March or April.
Are you kidding me? Ass looks great! The LA beaches look like ass. Winter in the Northeast just looks dismal.
i'm glad Cala you liked the clip
those scores flying around remind me my father's shattered old vynil records
You know what's awesome about Costa Rica? Bot flies. Here's a nice clip of one being removed from a white woman. Soon this could be Becks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4B7Top18qXY
61: I'm pretty screwed on faux-MBA front. Can't learn an MBA in two weeks.
The main thing I'm getting from this weeks Modern Love (written by the editor!) is that the pieces he doesn't print are much better than the pieces he does:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/10/fashion/10love.html?_r=1&ref=style&oref=slogin
You'd hardly know from the column that people submit columns about happy, loving relationships.
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I have just finished making the most delicate, delicious soup of my life---asparagus and cremini mushrooms in a whisper-light asiago cream broth. I am pleased with myself and with the world.
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81 - You missed the NYC meetup this week where someone told a story about a friend of hers who went to Costa Rica and got a cockroach so badly stuck in her ear and they had to drive THREE HOURS to find a hospital where they could get it out. I recoiled with such force that I managed to give myself a nosebleed. I kid you not.
My friend grew up in Costa Rica. She loved it except for when a capybara snuck into her room and ate her parrot.
And save the Modern Love talking. I'm putting up a post about it tomorrow.,
Man, I'm glad not to be living in an apartment with parrots.
My friend grew up in Costa Rica. She loved it except for when a capybara snuck into her room and ate her parrot.
I adore capybaras and find parrots creepy at best. If only it weren't for the head-invading cockroaches, man, Costa Rica would be the place for me!
Man, I'm glad not to be living in an apartment with parrots.
Me too.
I have a capybara leather wallet I'm quite fond of.
"Check out my wallet, it's made from a giant rat."
95: exactly right. I can't believe I wasn't showing it off at unfoggidycon; I usually do when I get drunk.
"Look! Rat leather! Feeeeeeel it."
I was imagining more a real live capybara with small saddlebags for credit cards and your drivers license. (Whistles.) "Carlito! My Mastercard! Andale!"
Even better would be, "Check out my wallet, it's made from Speak."
Eelskin wallets are made from hagfish. (Or slime eels. Believe it or not, "hagfish" is the euphemism).
I visited a shop in Helsinki that had some really great fishskin goods. All far too expensive for me, of course, but they were very handsome indeed.
Capybaras look so noble. Also, Snarkout and I just had the following conversation:
Me: Killing a parrot! I thought capybaras were herbivores.
Snark: Well, rats will eat anything.
Me: But they don't kill for it. You don't see rats killing voles.
Snark: I bet they would if they could! Rats bite babies. In the ghetto.
They might be noble, but it looks like that one took off that person's face.
I made up a little song. It goes "Bitin' on a baby, bitin' on a baby, bitin' on a baby, yeah." And in the background, Snark falsettos "In the ghetto!"
105: yo send me the vocals I can produce that. We can make a ringtone.
We also discussed whether John McCain would bite a baby. Verdict: yes, of course.
The Khotanese made little icons of masturbating monkeys.
You heard it here first. Make of it what you will.
He had to eat babies to survive, man. It was nam, man. You don't know.
We also discussed whether John McCain would bite a baby. Verdict: yes, of course.
Only to prevent a terrorist attack. Or win the nomination. Or if he was bored.
108: in Angkor there is at least one representation of two monkeys 69ing each other.
I was thinking we could send him a copy of the song! Then he would have something to sing as he shuffled up to the bassinet.
Braaaaaaaains! Tiny, underdeveloped braaaaaaaains! (in the Ghettoooooooo)
Birds and capybaras can be friends.
109: Shut up Sifu. You have no frame of reference.
Excuse me.
"Shut the fuck up, Sifu"
115: aw, no offense. Think of it as a Big Lebowski reference.
I've been watching Attenborough on YT for hours. Help.
So far, the birds of paradise series is the best. This related one in particular is awfully sweet.
The flycatcher riding on the capybara's head in the water? ZOMG! Nature cuddly in tooth and claw, like Grizzly Man without the nasty ending.
I just spent a half hour watching various videos of the birds of paradise. Very, very awesome. But then I got, um, sidetracked. A related video was of a moonwalking bird which may be one of the coolest birds in the history of cool birds.
That video then led to this moonwalk lesson. Not too sure whether to laugh or cry (it's the sound effects that really seal the deal. Or maybe the voice.). Or perhaps just thank various deities for YouTube.
I initially read "YT" as "Yours Truly" and couldn't figure out what that meant in context. I later determined it means I should go to sleep.
72: [Grand Canyon snow] He must have lied to me.
Or he may have been referring to snow down at the river level. As Teo note, it is very common to have snow on the rim. I have been there three times, there was snow at the top for two of them. But it is quite rare down to any significant depth into the canyon.
Yeah, you can see that in the link I gave; the first set of statistics is for inside the canyon, and you can see that the snowfall levels are very low.
I have a cookbook by the Two Fat Ladies with a recipe for rabbit in chocolate sauce in which the authors confide that the original recipe calls for capybara.
I read somewhere that capybara was once officially classified as a fish by the Catholic church so that people could eat it during Lent (apparently there's a shortage of edible fish in the parts frequented by capybaras). Can anybody verify this?
126: Once again, we see the debt that canon law owes to the Talmudic tradition.
Wikipedia confirms 126, but also says that they tend to live in coastal and delta areas, so I can't imagine there would be a fish issue. I am now really squeamish wondering if my crazy Italian aunts ever substituted one of the Christmas Eve 7 fish with capybaras.
I suspect that the key issue is availability of edible fish. There are, for example, plenty of piranhas in the areas inhabited by capybaras.
I doubt capybara meat is widely available outside of northern South America, so unless your crazy aunts had connections there I think you're safe, Sybil.
I can't really be sure about the connections of the cosa nostra. There were a lot of shady goings-on in those little PA towns.
but capybaras are innocent and delightful!
catholics are monsters
no decent Anglican would eat a capybara, that's for sure
128: Probably not, because the 7 fishes isn't a canon thing, but an Italian thing.
Perhaps not a recognized distinction to my aunts.
131, 132: The flesh of a good, ripe Catholic, on the other hand, is stringy, but delicious in soups and stews.
no decent Anglican would eat a capybara, that's for sure
Hence 125, one presumes.
136: I can't take those recipes seriously, since they don't start out "First, obtain your piranha..."
125: I have a cookbook by the Two Fat Ladies with a recipe for rabbit in chocolate sauce in which the authors confide that the original recipe calls for capybara.
good for them
their reward shall be in Capybara Heaven
137. As upper class Scots, I imagine the TFL were Presbyterians, strange as that may sound to an American ear. I'm sure they'd have used the real thing if they'd thought their public could have found it - they weren't sentimental.
Tip for anybody visiting Edinburgh. Bankrupt yourself at Dickson Wright's bookshop on Grassmarket.
Tip for anybody visiting Edinburgh. Bankrupt yourself at Dickson Wright's bookshop on Grassmarket.
you are a terrible personal financial advisor, OFE
Wiki:
Paterson was a devout Catholic and her uncle, Anthony Bartlett, was a senior aide to the Archbishop of Westminster, and so episodes were filmed at Westminster Cathedral and an Irish convent.
Clarissa Theresa Philomena Aileen Mary Josephine Agnes Elsie Trilby Louise Esmerelda Dickson Wright (born 28 June 1947) is an English celebrity chef who is best known as one half, along with Jennifer Paterson, of the Two Fat Ladies. Having trained as a lawyer, Dickson Wright is also the youngest woman ever to be called to the Bar.....Clarissa Dickson Wright was born in St John's Wood in London in 1947..... Born to a wealthy family, she had a Catholic childhood and grew up in a nine-bedroom house in St. John's Wood that was staffed with several servants. At the age of 21, Dickson Wright passed her exams and became the country's youngest barrister. Her mother died of a heart attack in 1975 and she inherited £2.8 million. Her mother's death, combined a few years later with her father's, quashed her ambition and she took to drink for the following 12 years.
In 1979, Clarissa Dickson Wright took control of the food at a drinking club in St James's Place in London. While there she met Clive, a fellow alcoholic and they had a relationship until his death in 1982 from kidney failure aged 40. Shortly after she was disbarred for practising without chambers. Dickson Wright claims that during her alcoholic years she had sex with a MP behind Speaker's chair in the House of Commons.
S/B "Her mother died of a heart attack in 1975. She inherited £2.8 million, which quashed her ambition, and she took to drink for the following 12 years."
I imagine the TFL were Presbyterians, strange as that may sound to an American ear.
Why would that sound strange to an American ear? We've got tons of Presbyterians over here.
Anyway, according to Emerson's unsourced blockquote they were Catholic and one of them had ten middle names.
Wait, he did source it, he just didn't link.
144: but just imagine "Presbyterian" said in a heavy Scottish accent.
86: Oh, that sounds delicious. Recipe?
About the high ceilings. Our place, as I think I've mentioned, is pretty small (at a guess, 650 sq. ft). However, a few things make it way more livable than I expected. 11ft or so ceilings inside with big windows -- and the corridors leading to it are both open (i.e. outdoors) and 14ft ceilings. This means you never get the sense of entering a cramped space as you make your way home. Real tile floor in kitchen & bathroom. The walls are not `apartment white', and they have detailing (even though they are still light coloured).
I've been really surprised at how livable it is. Could use a bit more storage, but we shifted everything we could to a locker not far away.
146: I'm imagining. Still not strange.
And a big defender of fox hunting and blood sports.
147: Not hard. Make a broth with mushroom stems, asparagus ends, celery, carrots, and onion, with salt. In a large pot, sauté half a minced onion in 3 T butter, add finely chopped asparagus and creminis. Sprinkle with 3T flour, cook for one minute, douse with milk, stir, douse with more milk, stir, until you've added 3 c. milk. Let it simmer to thicken, then add 1 c. grated asiago. When melted, add 2 c. broth, bit by bit, simmering to incorporate.
I'm going to have to try that soon. Today's too late, but soon.
AWB, that soup sounds wonderful.
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Bleg, again. Would a camisole or (preferably) a shell under a suit count as "business formal"? Reason being that my efforts to find a shirt with buttons have failed in such a way that after I buy the universities and force their administrators to dance in my circus, the survivors will be forced to work in a sweatshop where they actually measure actual women and make shirts that don't pull, gap, or hang like a potato sack.
We've got tons of Presbyterians over here
Yes, but I thought US Presbyterians tended to be fundie kill-joys. Doesn't matter, turns out TFL were Catholics anyway.
153: Button-down shirts for women are the worst, no? I leave trails behind me littered with shirts I thought I could stand that ended up being obscene or sack-like.
I dunno if it helps, but the only place I've ever found button-downs that are big enough for my chest but that still fit in the stomach is at Express. They might not be selling their button-downs right now, though, since they're apparently going through one of their horrible phases when all they sell is hot pink tube dresses. Fucking unreliable Express. My closet's full of their button-downs and jeans.
As for formality issues, I have no idea whether a shell is business formal. I'd think it would be fine, but I am not a good judge of these things.
The only problem with Express shirts is they're absurdly long, and I think I remember you saying you're rather petite, Cala? I forget.
Yes, but I thought US Presbyterians tended to be fundie kill-joys.
No, US Presbyterians are generally boring white-bread types. Quite similar to US Episcopalians. It's the Baptists who are fundie kill-joys.
I'm 5'4'', and my problem is finding shirts that fit in the shoulders but aren't too long in the sleeves and too wide in the waist. This eliminates everything with buttons that, e.g., Ann Taylor carries. I'm not sure who the hell they're designing for. I'm not that weirdly shaped. By the numbers, I am the Average American Woman.
Maybe I'll check out Express tomorrow. I hate spending this much time thinking about clothing.
The only place I can reliably find button downs is The Limited, which I think is related to Express.
I also think a shell is ok, but am not confident in my authority. But I can think of lots of movies where well-dressed business women had shells on under suits.
But I can think of lots of movies where well-dressed business women had shells on under suits.
For instance in the film version of Lanark, in the first and fourth parts.
In the original thread where this came up, did someone post pictures of what this "business casual" is supposed to look like? A suit with button-down shirt underneath, on a woman, sounds silly to me, so there must be something I'm not picturing. (What do you do with the collar - button it up to the neck, but no tie?)
Movies are certainly a good representation of reality. For example, a high proportion of FBI and CIA agents are 25 years olf and model-beautiful.
I think a shell would be OK. As far as the button-gapping issue, this stuff is your friend. It's also great for keeping bra straps from showing and making sure a V-neck doesn't slip down further than you'd expected.
157: Maybe, but we do have potluck suppers, so nyah.
158: Yeah, I've gotten so fed up with shirts in the past that I've cut a few up and resewed the darts by hand, just because I want one to fit my body. There are so many important measurements on a woman's shirt, you'd think they'd make them with more variety than S-M-L.
My problem is ribcage. If I buy to fit my ribcage, I lose my waist. If I buy to fit my waist, the buttons above it strain. During the winter, one solves this in the most cowardly fashion by donning sweaters over everything.
A suit with buttoned shirt can be seen here.
The boobs cause the gappy problem, but my real problems seems to be that if something fits in the shoulders, it will hang like a sack and STILL gap.
There is a reason I wear tank tops and sweaters. No fucking buttons!
Also, I know I've had salespeople pull and tug tucked in button-down shirts of the boxy variety so that they magically are no longer boxy and define the waist as well or better than the darted variety (pulling some of the material to the back and tucking it in just so). I should learn how to do that someday. When I was wearing suits, I'd usually just shove my shirt in the waistband any old way and go.
I have no shoulders to speak of, and I still find button-down shirts impossible. They gap, they blouse out annoyingly, they get all bunched up under my jacket or cardigan... ugh.
You can help me run my circus-cum-tailorshop, rfts.
163: In the early 90's I wore a dress that I carpet-taped myself into. I don't know if there was fashion tape then or if I just hadn't heard of it.
Someday I want to find out how much it would cost to have a tailored shirt pattern cut for me, a pattern I could keep and hand in to someone to make. Has anyone ever done this? I know some cutters; I should just ask them.
Penny, I found it helpful to take measurements from a favorite shirt that I'd stopped wearing because of the color. I measured the shoulders, the angle of the front darts, the back darts, the sleeve widths, etc., and used those measurements to alter other shirts. It would definitely be better to have one professionally done, but meanwhile, it's nice to have those numbers tucked away somewhere.
Hey, this backstage stuff is demythologizing boobies. Come on, guys! We old farts have almost nothing left.
Wait, you stopped wearing it because of the color? Did the color change? Was it, like, deer colored and it was hunting season?
I just mean I couldn't wear it anymore, though it still fit perfectly, due to having a pattern on it that didn't age well into the 21st century.
Sometimes one realizes that a lovely color on its own just isn't very flattering in proximity to one's face.
174: is it covered with fractals?
There was a time when I wore a few two many striped shirts. I wearied of stripes all at once in 2003.
the pattern was tons of tiny pictures of delillo's head, all forming one of those magic eye things that depicted a still from the oasis video wonderwall.
Too awesome.
Why should I be relegated to alameida fanboy, eh? I REJECT!
Awesome, though.
If you want to be alameida's fanboy, you might have to take it up with SomeCallMeTim.
Shells and knits are fine under a suit; probably more formal than anything but a really well fitting buttondown, and as everyone else said, who has a really well-fitting buttondown. And if you're keeping your jacket on, which you should in an interview, no need at all to worry about something being strappy or shoulderbaring -- I've got lingerie-style camisoles I wear to court without qualms, given that you can't see anything but the neckline with a jacket on.
