AdamSmith

Indian call-center escorts -- the next frontier in teledildonics!

Hmm... http://newsfeed.time.com/2013/10/07/sugar-daddy-site-claims-the-government-shutdown-has-increased-its-signups-by-50/?iid=nf-article-mostpop1

Those crazy Scandinavians! http://newsfeed.time.com/2013/09/19/sweden-allows-public-masturbation/?iid=nf-article-mostpop1

(3) Keep Teller far away. Well up above the tropostrata There is a region dark and stellar Where, on a streak of anti-matter, Lived Dr. Edward Anti-Teller. Remote from Fusion's origin He lived unguessed and unawares With all his anti-kith and kin And kept macassars on his chairs. One morning, idling by the sea, He spied a tin of monstrous girth That bore three letters: AEC. Out stepped a visitor from Earth. Then, shouting gladly o'er the sands, Met two who in their alien ways Were like as lentils. Their right hands Clasped, and the rest was gamma rays. 'Perils of Modern Living,' Harold P. Furth

It is only that the labs overlooked essential first steps. (1) Clone Oppenheimer and Bethe. (2) Proceed.

I must try more of these... http://www.theguardian.com/science/2013/oct/05/daily-rituals-creative-minds-mason-currey

The Secret Service may have a writ to get in on this too. The biggest part of their mission is not protecting high pols' necks but rather protecting the value of US currency by ferreting out counterfeiting around the globe. Will be interesting to see if they adjudge Bitcoin relevant to that mission in any way.

You clearly do not buy enough illicit goods.

I will not touch any of the jokes that come to mind about shoes and foot-binding.

Very similar indeed! I started after a friend's dinner party one drunken evening on her black-and-gold Sobranies, then went to (following the lit'ry lead of my poet-idol Ashbery) unfiltered Gitanes. When they occasionally became untasteable, I would pick up a pack of your even stronger and nastier Galois. With the occasional peregrination over to Luckys, Chesterfields or Camels. On special occasions, Simon Arzt or other of those flattened-oval-profile Arabic brands. Eventually settled on Rothmans (blue) for the long haul. To quit, went deliberately as you note to the broom straw taste of Marlborough Lights. The last one of those I had was one I had thrown away, then fished back out of the (damp, warm-from-fermentation) bottom of the kitchen garbage bin. The Never-Again moment. As for pipes, I tried one once in college, but immediately tossed it. Too good -- knew immediately that if I kept that up, shortly it would never leave my mouth ever again.

Guardian's explanation of how bitcoin works: http://www.theguardian.com/technology/2013/oct/04/bitcoin-what-you-need-to-know-silk-road

So you let another one get away... Prince Andrew is still available!

As with Bugs Bunny's epithet "What an ultramaroon!"

From age 21 to 32. Quit once; started up again 6 months later; quit again 6 months after that, for good, vowing Never again! Quitting is too much work.

Why are they called nuns? Cause they ain't never had none, and they ain't never going to get none. (Elegant erudite Wallace Stevens burst out with this one to fellow poets on walking into a meeting of the Bollingen Poetry Prize Committee ca. 1952. You never knew with him. On another occasion he deplored some female poet's use of the word "womb," adding "I can't even pronounce the filthy thing.")

Nor would Bill, who knew and carried out the Explainer-in-Chief aspect of the executive's role better than anyone since FDR.

This is too much attention to not very much, but anyway: Note that this good deed was from a year and a half ago, just before he turned 18. The carping here is about the issues he has had since then, wrestling with coming of age and gaining what looks like more independence than he was ready to handle. Has he done any similar charitable stuff lately?

Thank you! For looking it up. Amazed I didn't mangle it too badly. I must not be doing enough substances.

He suits my pedophilic tendencies but you know he has applied several more square yards of skin ink since this pic was taken. I have nothing against tats but I like there to be at least a little bit more bare skin than ink showing.

I was imagining the bodyguards leaning over the edge a bit and going, "OOPS!"

I am exactly like Theolover in this.

My thoughts and best wishes too, whatever may lie ahead.

I observed it was an inauspicious year. Insufficiently plausible deniability? In any event, you can now move on to 1918. If you think that one was any better.

I didn't say I wouldn't eat one. The opposite!

Some commentary on the above interview by the interviewer: http://www.americamagazine.org/content/all-things/listening-pope