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It's been another happy day in OR. Was off to Portland to have dinner with some old friends. And on the way to dinner we stopped by this ginormous bookstore called Powell's. This place actually occupies an entire city block. An entire city block! and has diff levels/floors! Amazing, I tell you. I wandered away happily for 20 mins and didn't even get through half the store I think. It was so lovely to see the rows and rows of books out there.



Of course, I just couldn't resist it - especially 'cause they also had used books that you could buy for real cheap. So I bought a book that has all that I want - something that I love to work on and filled with lovely pictures. Joy is in a book.






I think the future for the female species is pretty bleak. I was driving last evening and was listening to some radio show where they were talking about how men and women respond to break-ups and how they deal with them. Based on the 20mins worth of conversation between the hosts and some folks who called in it seems like here's what happens.

0. Break-up occurs

1a. Guy moves on to how life was pre-dating/pre-relationship. Is working out, hanging out, playing video games, partying, traveling ... basically going about the business of living. Precisely what makes sense and the reason for our existence.

1b. Girl is heartbroken/sad/upset/angry/devastated/confused/depressed, over-analyzing the guy involved/her decisions/her future/her past/her life in general/purpose of our existence, complaining to her girl friends, moping and eating ice-cream.

And this is after many many years of evolution. Don't you think we, as a species, should have progressed much further than this after being around for all these millions of years? Very strange. Of course, all this analysis is based solely on a radio show.

But still. I think there is only one way we should all be headed. Spock had it figured out. Cold, hard logic will save the world. That, and pointy ears :-)

Live long and prosper. And now for some happy garden pics and bed.

Comments

SK said…
how weird (actually i'm beginning to consider this a regular phenomenon now given the frequency it occurs)...i was actually checking out Powell's website just 2 days ago! because of this. To which i was directed because of this, because of Logicomix - which i just finished reading, and is an excellent piece of literature if i may say so.
March 12, 2010 at 9:42 PM
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