June 10, 2005

Some random thoughts

This barely qualifies as a post, just a collection of random thoughts this morning. Welcome to the pit that is my brain:

*Are thongs over? I have made a careful study of young, attractive, young, fit, and young women in tight summer pants and I am gravely concerned that I see panty lines all over the backside area. Have these women stopped wearing thongs? This is deeply disturbing. Can't somebody do something about this? For the love of God? Please?

*Where does the phrase "so long" come from? So long from what? To what? What's so long? How did this come to mean goodbye.

*Pecans must be the most expensive nut known to packers of mixed nuts. Why else do you only find around six of them in a can of mixed nuts? And why can't you buy them all by themselves, salted? In a way, this concerns me more than the thong question because I like to have mixed nuts in the drawer of my desk and really there isn't that much time during the day that I can devote to looking for thongs. I bet Howard, if he stops by today, will disagree and that's ok. It's a free . . .uh. . . something.

*It's nice to be a regular at your local whatever. It means that you find yourself paying for your breakfast and leaving the tiny joint before the two people in front of you have even been asked for their order yet. Yes, I am the breakfast king this morning. All must bow down before me. Ok, I'm getting a little carried away here, but still, perhaps a small kernel of truth?

*Do you think it's true that it takes at least a year to fully mourn a parent? An editorial I read this morning said that. It said you need a year to go by to fully experience at least one round of holidays without that parent and that each holiday tears it all open anew.

*I attended a reception last night that had, afterwards, a Lilly Pulitzer themed party. I was there at the reception for work, sort of. But the party, let me ask you, would you actually wear a tie that looked like one of these? I declined. It was either that or surrender the last vestige of any self respect I still possess. I had a nice time anyway, catching up with some old acquaintances.

*Picking up the new nanny today at the airport. The current nanny leaves us next Friday. The kids are going to be devastated. Still, they're young, they'll bounce back. But the stress is going to get seriously ratcheted up a notch now. Now, it feels as if the slope is significantly more inclined as we gather speed and move faster and faster towards having to have the house packed for the move. Stress always tastes so good. Well, to be thankful for the little things, at least with this move my wife isn't pregnant. Right, honey? Right?

*I heart the comments most of of you leave. The ones who leave the occasional nasty note, I do not heart. Them I pity. I can't always answer every comment, as much as I would like to, but I read them and I just adore getting them. So, my gracious thanks for the remarks y'all are moved to leave.

*[big sigh] I just figured out that seasons are not capitalized. I have been capitalizing them all along. I wonder where I picked that up from. I don't think French. My wife confirms not in Norwegian either.

*Speaking of summer (note correct capitalization), may I say that I need more fried summer foods. Specifically, fried belly clams. Them's fine eating. Seriously, there are certain things I feel one has to eat in the summer time, when the living is easy, catfish jumping *whap*. Down boy, down. Back to my thought, things one has to eat during the summer include, but are not limited to: fried clams; lobster (I actually like mine broiled over boiled or steamed); steamers; raw clams; watermelon; ripe local tomatoes mixed with raw onion and blue cheese (my four year old loves this, go figure); an ear of corn picked no more than an hour before; berries and cream; grilled burgers (Jim's look good, I'll take two, Jim!); and, surely, a peach so gloriously ripe that the juice runs down your chin and stains your shirt. Leave anything out?

*There. That just about concludes this brain dump instead of a post. Please feel free to either move about the cabin or go back to your regularly scheduled day.

Posted by Random Penseur at June 10, 2005 09:48 AM

There will most assuredly be Jimmy Burgers™ involved when we finally hook up. ;-)

Posted by: Jim at June 10, 2005 09:57 AM

Did someone say "thong"? And, I'll have you know, thongs are not dead, they are just resting.

If you ever wear that tie, you shall be excommunicated from the Dumbass Thong Watchers Club. We may be dumb, but we ain't tacky.

And finally, if you want some pecans, let me know...I live in the pecan capital of the world...I think.

PS - The kids aren't the only ones who are going to miss the nanny. *sigh*.

Posted by: Howard at June 10, 2005 10:20 AM

I would wear those ties, but I am a woman. I wonder if Lilly Pulitzer makes thongs?

I'm with you on the summer food, just don't order clams in New England now as we're all shut down from red tide. But feel free to drip peach juice on your tie.

So long... till I stop by again!

Posted by: Amy at June 10, 2005 11:00 AM

I'm all for invisible panty lines, but I won't weep for the loss of thongs. Not that I wear them fashionable or not, since I think that underwear should be one area where comfort is encouraged. Comfort doesn't require granny panties, but as far as I'm concerned, it does exclude thongs. Plus, I will also be happy not to see thongs popping out over the tops of other mom's jeans at library story times and other places where thongs are really unnecessary.

And as for those ties -- gah! My eyes are burning. I'm all for a nice conservative flowered summer tie with my husband's seersucker suit (we're in the South) but those are appalling. Of course, my husband generally thinks if it isn't a very conservative regimental stripe that a tie is too wild, so perhaps I'm just used to what I see. Nope. Those ties are just awful.

Posted by: Jordana at June 10, 2005 11:57 AM

The ties are indeed, as a dear old (now sadly departed) Cajun lawyer friend once said: the height of the epitamy.

I'm not sure, Jordana, and I know Howard's got my back on this, that I can think of a single place where a thong is unnecessary. It's an asthetic thing, really. As for comfort, well, what is art if it isn't suffered for? You with me on this, Howard?

Jim -- fire up the grill, my good man!

Amy -- the dresses looked really cute on the very cute young women (who, as I told my wife, all made me feel really old) who were in attendance at the party.

Posted by: RP at June 10, 2005 12:37 PM

It was early this morning.. Mr ears perked up, my eyes brightened.
Somewhwere, somebody mentioned "thongs".. I could feel it in my.. Well- You know..

I searched the web, following my super thong sense, and viola!
I read your post and had to concur, stroking my chin in deep thought. Thongs may indeed be on the way out, but I am willing to found a Pennsylvania branch of the Thong Watcher's Society. I will track the data, form a statistical analysis and report my findings periodically.

Much research is required, I fear- But I am equal to the task.

Oh. There was a bunch of other stuff in that post wasn't there? I got sidetracked on "Thong".

The "Thong Song" is now stuck in my head...

Posted by: Rob at June 10, 2005 12:48 PM

Ties- ugly.
A year- really, it depends on the person and how expected or unexpected the death was. One can grieve for an expected loss.
Vine ripe, home grown tomatos- mmm.

Posted by: owlish at June 10, 2005 01:20 PM

Other summer foods: fresh tomatoes sliced on crusty fresh bread with a little bit of mayo. YUUUUM.
And ice cream.

Posted by: GrammarQueen at June 10, 2005 01:28 PM

A good tomato can go a long way, friends.

As for thongs, Rob, you need to chat with Owlish and see if you can get him to agree at least in theory. I think you might be just the man to do it, too.

Owlish, thanks for answering one of the really hard questions.

Posted by: RP at June 10, 2005 02:40 PM

thongs went the way of the Dodo when everyone started putting out low cut pants. Let me tell you that when you buy that first pair of boot cut jeans that ride on your hips instead of your waist, you have to also purchase an entirely new set of low riding underwear to accompany the pants, otherwise it'll peep out on the backside. Not attractive. Thongs, by their very design, do not work with low cut pants, and if you do want to wear them with low cut pants, they do have low cut thongs, but really---the only reason to wear them is so that you don't have lines. You really and truly don't have lines with the low cut panties (at least I don't) because they go down that much further and they don't ride.

Too much information, I'm sure, but that's my story and I'm sticking with it ;)

Posted by: Kathy at June 10, 2005 02:54 PM

I probably shouldn't say this, since it will tarnish the Upstanding Citizen and Respectable Female thing I've got going on *snort* but:

I wear thongs. I have when my backside was a lot smaller and I continue to do so, now.

This is something that one cannot, without being too graphic, explain but: The difference between granny panties and thongs is about a half yard of fabric that gets. . .erm. . .caught. Nothing more attractive than digging your undies out of your crack. I'd rather see thongs peeking out of the tops of jeans than THAT.

Furthermore: I have always held the firm belief that hip-hugger pants are for the very young and the pencil thin and boyishly endowed (no real hips to speak of). . .of which I am none.

So. Yeah. Anyway.

Hey! If you wear one of those ties, nobody will see the peach juice! :)

Posted by: Margi at June 10, 2005 03:31 PM

According to my mother, this "One Year" rule is about right. At least the overweening grief part seems to pass after a year and the "anniversaries" portion of things (i.e., the first Christmas without, the first birthday without, etc.) is done.

Truly, though -- grief never really leaves you, it just mellows and after a while, you only think fondly of the good times.


Posted by: Margi at June 10, 2005 03:35 PM

RP, thongs are very uncomfortable! (Although I have heard friends of mine say "once you go thong, you'll never go back." Definitely not true for me.)

I think it does take a full year to mourn a parent, or a child or a spouse.

In French we don't capitalize days of the week, forget about seasons.

Good luck with the new nanny. I hope it goes as smoothly as possible!

Posted by: chandra at June 10, 2005 03:53 PM

Long live the King!!!!!
( as I bow down, while wearing my thong)

Posted by: Wicked H at June 10, 2005 05:14 PM

This barely qualifies as a post, just a collection of random thoughts this morning.

It's not called Random Pensées for nothing. ;-)

And the thongs are still prevalent, they just migrated south for the summer.

Posted by: Jim at June 10, 2005 09:41 PM

About the thong thing. i am not sure where I read it, I think the BBC news website, but apparently thongs can cause infections in women. i think it has to do with the rubbing in the fault line.

As for pecans, you gotta look around. Shelled or unshelled. I think Macadamien are the most expensive nuts though

Capitalization: mom and dad aren't capitalized either. Unless it's used in place of a name.

Did you know that squirrels can't carry rabies? My dog chased and got bit by one. I called the vet, they said not to worry.. squirrels aren't carriers.

I love visiting your site man!

Posted by: dr pants at June 11, 2005 06:09 AM

I with you, RP. There is not a single situation I can think of where a thong would not enhance said situation.

Rob, RP and I hereby grant your charter for a Pennsylvania chapter of the Dumbass Thong Watcher's Society. Our recording secretary, Wicked H, will provide you with the necessary documents of charterization. Welcome, fellow Thongian.

I think we need to make it a 'society' instead of 'club'. Sounds less tacky. :-)

Posted by: Howard at June 11, 2005 10:01 AM

Rob, the appropriate documents are on the way to you. Welcome to the Society!

Posted by: Wicked H at June 11, 2005 07:46 PM

Y'all need to make sure Rob gets his "I'm with Stupid" t-shirt and his Simpson's beer bottle opener, you know the one, it makes Homer's laugh sound every time you use it.

Posted by: RP at June 12, 2005 08:24 AM

'I will also be happy not to see thongs popping out over the tops of other mom's jeans at library story times"

I gotta hang out at the library more often.

Posted by: Mark at June 12, 2005 11:16 AM

* Thongs are definitely not dead. Being a long time thong wearer I know this because I can now purhcase them anywhere that sells women's underwear. Used to be only Victoria's Secret.

* I love being a regular. Breakfast place, neighborhood bar, whatever. Not sure why. Just like it.

* I thought the seasons were capitalized too. Sigh.

Posted by: C at June 13, 2005 05:40 AM

Thongs - so so not over!

Posted by: Mia at June 13, 2005 09:39 AM

Ok, I can do a survey of recent trends in underwear in Galveston. However, it seems to me a guy wearing a thong is making a much different statement than a gal wearing a thong.

On the more serious question, the biggest grieving period is usually for a spouse, and I wouldn't think about intervening in normal grief of a spouse before 2 years had passed.

Those lengths of time depend on one's culture and upbringing too.

Posted by: owlish at June 13, 2005 05:38 PM

I still love my thongs but am also a coveter and closet lover of the satin boy pants. Nothing makes a girl feel saucier.

But I am still in love with the phrasing of dr. pants:

"i think it has to do with the rubbing in the fault line."

Well phrased, my dear. Well phrased.

Posted by: Helen at June 13, 2005 05:43 PM
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