I miss JUB 2006-2009.
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I miss you when you go away for a long time.I miss JUB 2006-2009.
the interview WAS slanted in a way that ABC/NBC/CBS/PBS would never treat the Democrats, but on the other side of the table sat a man devoid of any moral compass
I miss card games, a lot. When I was a child, they were a constant. When I was in college, they were a thing. When I began teaching, in a new town, we gathered for board games and to play cards. My landlady loved to play Rook. When I moved to Albuquerque, I loved hosting Texas Holdem Tournaments in my home.
The gaming group I joined only enjoyed ridiculous board games with incredibly overcomplicated rules and fantasy systems of reality that seemed like two-dimensional alternatives to software gaming.
I sort of miss games in general sometimes. But I have no one to play them with.
Never tried one of those games--no opportunity--but I certainly get the feeling that a lot of people who play board games want a game that requires a Ph.D. to be able to understand the rules...
And meanwhile, the simpler games I remember are reviled by the people--and forgotten by everyone else. Well, not totally forgotten--the games remain available. But I wonder how many of the ones sold sit mostly unplayed? I see games turn up at Goodwill that might be 10 years old, but look like they came from the store yesterday. I almost imagine it being one of those "I remember that from when I was a kid!" buys. Or "This would make a great gift!" buys. Only to sit, unplayed, until someone needs cabinet space for something else--at which point the game goes to Goodwill.
goes to Goodwill.
Birds and birdsong. My partner, who is now in Madrid, but had been in England, followed by Marrakech, would tell me every day when he was in Morocco how wonderful it was to see and hear birds in the gardens of his hotel. Since the drought has taken hold here in Southern California, we see many fewer birds. I think it's the lack of insects. A few tiny hummingbirds and an occasional sparrow and dove, but I haven't seen even those for the past two weeks.
How true! I miss that too. I can still remember that it took minutes for the hardon to go down. Now it takes about a minute or less.I miss not dribbling precum whenever I pop a boner like when I was young....I miss not popping a boner whenever something really hot comes to mind or is viewed.
I miss not shooting right over my head and then having to wipe down the headboard or wall.
'Hardon'? What's that?How true! I miss that too. I can still remember that it took minutes for the hardon to go down. Now it takes about a minute or less.
I miss not dribbling precum whenever I pop a boner like when I was young....I miss not popping a boner whenever something really hot comes to mind or is viewed.
I miss not shooting right over my head and then having to wipe down the headboard or wall.
I sincerely doubt this stuff works!
The better question would be why would anyone want to substitute gratification sensually with display?I sincerely doubt this stuff works!
The better question would be why would anyone want to substitute gratification sensually with display?
What comes to mind is when a porn actor either looks at the monitor or the mirror to admire self during sex rather than being in the moment.
Our smartphone-obsessed society has reduced too many to spectators of their own lives, watching it go by rather than living it. Too many are not seeking to experience the best life, but to seen experiencing it.
Now, it's not enough to be experiencing great sex, but to be performing and imaging self as some cum fountain in an uber-macho display.
We deserve the values we have adopted.

The better question would be why would anyone want to substitute gratification sensually with display?
What comes to mind is when a porn actor either looks at the monitor or the mirror to admire self during sex rather than being in the moment.
Our smartphone-obsessed society has reduced too many to spectators of their own lives, watching it go by rather than living it. Too many are not seeking to experience the best life, but to seen experiencing it.
Now, it's not enough to be experiencing great sex, but to be performing and imaging self as some cum fountain in an uber-macho display.
We deserve the values we have adopted.
