As I type, a fragment of jawbone discovered in Aruba has been determined to be from a young woman, with a DNA test against Natalee Holloway’s requiring perhaps another week. Though a match would only be sad confirmation of what I’m sure they already believe, I’m still hopeful that it would increase her family’s peace. At the very least, it would kill any lingering doubts about the sex trade or any other living hells.
Still trying to figure out whether I’m a hot tea guy. I’ve pretty much settled on Earl Grey during the day, though I try to mix an “Earl Grey green” in there once in a while. (Wish I liked green tea more than I do.) I’ve only begun exploring herbals for in the evening. I like the mint/chamomile taste of Sleepytime, but they don’t put tags and strings on their bags, so I’ll be looking for another standby or two there.
Saw “flaunt” used in a headline this week, when “flout” was the correct word. I fear “flout” is in a death spiral.
Horrified Man Looks On Powerlessly as He Ruins Date. Oh, I loved it, because I can relate to it. Of every little (or not-so-little) social mistake I’ve ever made in my life, the ones committed in the presence and with the attention of an attractive woman are seared forever—and vividly—in my memory. (I never had a date go quite this badly, but there are a couple I can look back on and isolate the precise moments at which they became unrecoverable. I’ve never wanted to watch The Three Musketeers again.)
Spent any time watching Oregon play football this year? Ever see an offense play so quickly? It’s kind of their signature, isn’t it? What if opponents starting faking injuries, seeking relief from the relentless pace? There is speculation, and while the support for it doesn’t seem rock-solid, neither is it flimsy. As the piece says, though, what do you do about it?