But what if I were to fall in love with a pilot? No longer would I have to peddle onboard snacks or work 14-hour shifts to earn my trips around the world. And it's not as if I'd have to become some Debra Winger-style groupie from "An Officer and a Gentleman," desperate for a pilot to rescue me from my backwater town; I was already living happily in Los Angeles and gainfully employed. I would merely start using "pilot" as a search term to help narrow the field, just as my previous date seemingly had used "magazine editor."The crux of the article is that specificity is important when you are dating. If you long for a jet-set lifestyle, a pilot probably shares the same value.
"Letting fatties roam the site is a direct threat to our business model and the very concept for which BeautifulPeople.com was founded."WOW! So much for finding someone with depth and substance... Apparently all really really ridiculously good looking people care about in a mate is if (s)he is, well, really really ridiculously good looking.
For the last date in this series, I'm going for the classic dinner and a movie with a holiday twist. The Music Box Theatre on at 3733 N. Southport show the classic holiday movies, It's A Wonderful Life and my personal favorite, White Christmas. Check for show times here.
After the movie, head next door to the fabulous Argentinean steak house, Tango Sur at 3763 N. Southport. The dimly lit eatery is BYOB and surprisingly wallet friendly.
"Could it really mean the same thing for him to say "I love you" in English if he spoke German? He said it did, of course it did. But I sensed that when he cursed in English it was just a sound to him, because when I curse in a foreign language it's just a sound to me. Why should saying "I love you" be any different?"
This is hilarious. Thank you James Lipton for being concerned over the sexters of the world. Also for putting your beard on that teen in gym shorts.
I love this song from Bon Iver, the boys of Wisconsin's Northwoods. Their debut album, For Emma, Forever Ago, released in February 2008 gained the band some serious indie cred.
This song, reminiscent of winter, begins with a lilting, bluesy guitar, and builds to Justin Vernon crooning about the animal fears of humanity. It is a mid-winter, Sunday-morning love song, and as the days have gotten grayer, it's melancholy languor is just what the doctor ordered.
My favorite version is the one from the July 2008 Daytrotter Session, check it out here.
I Love these girls!!! I am sucker for novelty bands, ever since my friends from high school sat around a campfire coming up with silly songs, cleverly named ("God spelled backwards is Dog" anyone?) and brimming with hilarity. Garfunkel and Oates is sort of like a female Flight of the Conchords, I got addicted to their YouTube page last week and watched pretty much everything they've done. It's fine, they are the tits. I've also been singing this song for the past 5 days.
