I’m not catholic. I actually have no religious beliefs of any kind (aside from a deep believe that 8 spaces don’t make a tab). However, the catholics are no sillier than any other faith - particularly the Irish Catholics.
They celebrate the feast of St. Kevin on the Third of June. At my house we also celebrate St. Kevin day, the girl is chairing the planning committee this year. Check back for updates.
In celebration of 1 year of wedded bliss, I’ve hatched a four point plan for a long weekend:
We’ll have three nights of fireplace + king size bed + wet bar + jacuzzi.
I’m pretty sure that adds up to awesome, but I’ve been accused at being bad at math in the past.
I work for a small company - it’s no where near as uptight as some of the large publicly traded places I’ve worked. The girl works for an itty bitty company, with a very different culture than I’m used to.
The contrast is best shown with this snapshot from their employee potluck.
This morning I find my car is a mess. Someone left it unlocked last night. Thi savage rifled through my stuff, a savage that smoked in my car. It smells like an ashtray. If I was going to be doing illegal things at night in the dark, I’d put out the glowing fire in my mouth. Not only was this person a not all that bright, they also have very poor taste.
Apparently only one thing in my car was worth stealing. He went through the glove box, and every other compartment. They opened my sun glasses case, deemed them uncool and tossed them in the backseat. There was a super huge maglight in the glove box, also not cool enough to steal. They passed on the 4 nickels, 2 dimes and 6 quarters as well. I was violated and my stuff was deemed unworthy to steal.
They stole my krispy kreme coupons. I guess the joke is on them… the last krispy kreme in MN closed a few weeks ago.
Marx, originally uploaded by kbb.
Mr. Little guy has never steered me wrong. Ever. For those of you from out of town if you have a burning question, I’ll drop it off for you.
I’ve asked this guy many things… But I lost most of them.
There is something seriously wrong with the Minneapolis city water lately. Our fridge has a filter that takes care of it, but every restaurant in town has fishy nastiness in the water. For those members of my vast readership from out of town, imagine the smell of Amy Winehouse’s crotch on a hot day. It’s that bad.
At least there is no need to drink water - the current Summit seasonal is the best of the year.
From my HSA, I can pay a christian science practitioner but not for scientology counsoling. That’s pre-tax. Some pretend is apparently more acceptable than other pretend.
It’s on page 7 of IRS publication 502
You can include in medical expenses fees you pay to
Christian Science practitioners for medical care.
Now for the next quote, this one comes from The Church of Christ, Scientist website. This is what a christian science practitioner does:
Offer spiritually-based Christian Science treatment – a specific kind of prayer explained in the book, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, which has resulted for many in physical healing and the resolution of a variety of life problems.
Wow. Reducing tax liberality is our national pastime… but paying someone to pray for you? I knew a guy in college that didn’t know a damn thing about medicine - but you might say he was an entrepreneur herbalist.
Bummer that his goods/services aren’t pretax - on page 15 of that IRS doc
You cannot include in medical expenses amounts you pay for controlled substances (such as marijuana, laetrile, etc.), in violation of federal law.
Legal or otherwise at least what he was selling had an effect.
Electra, originally uploaded by kbb.
Inscribed in The End of Nature by Bill McKibben.
I’m pretty sure Joe never gave the book back, he got a few bucks for it at booksmart. I wonder what the nicknames mean?
I never lend out books. They never seem to come back.
I love the paper. I prefer the actual physical paper in all it’s dirty smelly glory.
I grew up with it, I often remember my father as the disembodied voice behind the Star Tribune:
“We’re furious with you! Aren’t we!?!”, Mother shrieked.
“furious.”, deadpanned Dad.
I know now that he had no clue why I was getting berated was about, he was just glad it wasn’t him.
The paper paper is intransitive - it’s not fluid like news on the web. I’ve often noticed that the best humor in the paper gets ‘corrected’ in the online version, usually after I sent it to some friends.
Something seems wrong to me about a continually fluid news stream. The optimistic would point out that accuracy would be increased. I think we’d lose something though, errors and journalistic lapses themselves are part of the news as well as being funny as hell.
Nobody else I know reads the paper - so I often have find what I’ve read online to share it. Sometimes the online version is much cooler, as in this fascinating graphic
The print version had one year instead of 20.
In other highlights from the weekend paper:
Everyone onstage dances like hell, and when we get to hell, it will be full of ballets like this. Its loud rock score, by David Rozenblatt, sounds like a refrigerator copulating with a hot tin roof.
– Alastair Macaulay
This quote disproves the inverted pyramid - the most important sentence in the article is the last one.
