silveradept | No more classes.

They're all done. Now, only examinations. One can only hope they're kind to me. They should be, anyway. Hand a pint with some of the schoolmates after the section - was a lot of fun and conversation. And then there was the wiffleball. And it was good. Very good. Even found a way of getting most of my pitches over the plate. (Although I pitch for both sides, since oddly enough, there's almost always an odd number of people there) And looked thoroughly ridiculous while pitching, of course, but that's the price you pay. Got my housing squared away for next year and all is good. Just the exams stand in my way. And only one of them has a real time limit. We're just hoping the take-home doesn't frazzle us completely.

Omaha schools are now segregated by race. One wonders whether this is the sort of thing that the MCRI opponents could use as ammunition on why affirmative action is still needed. Since it required members of the National Guard to ensure the integration of schooling, it seems counterproductive to be splitting it up again. But we'll see whether this ends up working better than the previous arrangement. It'll be a very hard sell, however.

Neil Young makes an anti-bush album. You know things are going very wrong when an entertainment personality who used to support you ends up recording an album calling for your head. So now he's probably on the list of Communists, err, terrorists.

An issue such as the one that's produced a property boundary line markered by toilets is certainly not something to be sitting the fence on, yuk, yuk. It does seem, however, that the local government in that area didn't exactly listen to the reasoning. So now they get to deal with the decorative commodes.

One more thing that I was supposed to put in the big thoughtdump yesterday, but neglected.

Be forewarned, that this is a fairly XY-centric perspective, as it's the territory I inherited from my genes. One can probably substitute the appropriate things for a woman's perspective on men, but that exercise is left to the reader, if they wish to indulge it. Anyway, I hear/read some men giving descriptions of the people that they find attractive - blondes, brunettes, redheads, members of certain races, large or small breasts or buttocks, girls who put out on the first date, surfers, age requirements, et cetera, et cetera. One could ask these guys, regardless of their erudition, education, and enunciatory ability (Ave, ave, alliteration!), what sort of woman they're attracted to and get back a description, with at least some detail, if not a fairly full accounting, of the perfect girl. Choosing who to go after is probably a significantly simplified affair for them.

My (advantageous?) difficulty is that all sorts of factors are attractive to me. I can just as easily say "Whoa, cute, attractive" to Lakshmi Prasad as I can to Monica Villarreal (both girls from Wapsi Square. Monica is short and busty, Lakshmi could probably snap me in half if she put her mind to it. (We also note that she could probably stare me in the eye while doing so.) Tall, short, busty, flat, booty or none, there's no set template for me that guarantees that I'll find someone attractive. On the flip side of that, since so many things can be attractive, there are very few things physically unattractive in someone that will be turnoffs by themselves. I can be very make-or-break on personality over physicality. Anyway, what all of this basically boils down to is that I can be attracted to lots of different people, body or mind-wise. This makes things more difficult in making choices on who to talk to at the party. (Disregarding any shyness that may be interfering with said decision) Feed that idea through with my general wish to be friendly and you can get me complimenting friends and strangers on their attractiveness (assuming the courage is there), which I suppose is a form of flirting, but rarely do I give such a compliment with that in mind. Most likely, if I'm saying something like that, it's to someone that's not convinced of their prettiness. It's an honest statement - I'm not bullshitting anyone when I say they're cute, or attractive, or a catch for the right guy - but it is often said with absolutely no intention of flirtatiousness in mind. (A question or two, then, would be: Is it perceived (received?) as being a flirt? Is it a bad idea to be doing such a thing?) Is there some unwritten rule somewhere that says if you express that you think someone is good-looking, it's an invitation for romance?

Yeah, that's the stuff. May not have been clear at all, but that's what it was.