We honored my favorite film of 2010 at a Purim party on Saturday night. (Click to enlarge) And hey, why not throw a bone to the haters in their basements?
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Fun with Myers-Briggs
This Myers-Briggs Dating Field Guide has been floating around the ‘net, and I thought it rather fine. But as an ENFP (who occasionally feels rather INFP) married to a strong ESTP, this was a bit disconcerting:
ESTP-
Why you want one: Know Jeremy Piven in Entourage? Sometimes it just feels good to be around an asshole.
Spoiler Alert: Followed to its logical conclusion, this personality type can also be called ‘sociopathic.’
Where to find one: The clubbiest of clubs, near edge of the dancefloor where they’re looking to shove their tongue down someones throat for awhile and then have some aggressive sex before they leave without saying anything.
Pickup technique: Maybe the easiest to pickup, just try to look good and get in their line of vision. Be aggressive.
Honey, is that you? We do call my wife Herschel, as I explained here…
ENFP-
Why you want one: Passionate, unpredictable, absolutely always interesting.
Spoiler Alert: Not loyal to people or ideologies. One day it’s yoga, the next it’s kickboxing. One day it’s Theravada Buddhism, the next it’s Assemblies of God. This applies to their romantic life.
Where to find one: The clubbiest of clubs, in the middle of the dancefloor, possibly on X.
Pickup technique: Wear some bright colors, talk about how you bathed in the Ganges to get salvation, give them drugs, promise to get tantric. Beware of passionate yet very sloppy kisses.
Hah. I actually was in Assemblies of God for five minutes. And yeah, that’s probably my kissing technique too.
Home is where the left is?
I’ve been very fortunate to do a lot of traveling in my life. But though I’ve been around the world, I’ve called California “home” for all of my life. I lived for nine months in Vienna when I was five, and spent three months teaching abroad in Florence, but with those exceptions, my trips abroad — or even out of state — have never lasted more than six weeks.
And I’m proud to say that I’ve only lived in areas currently represented by Democrats. Our home today is in Henry Waxman’s district. I teach in Adam Schiff’s district. I was born in Lois Capps‘ district, and spent most of my childhood in what is now Sam Farr‘s district. The family ranch is in Jerry McNerney‘s district, and I got my bachelor’s degree in Barbara Lee‘s district.
My brother manages to live in the only Labour-held constituency left in Southwest England. (Though my grandparents lie buried where my father grew up, in a tiny town now represented by a Tory.)
I love to travel. But I love to come home to the liberal enclaves of the Golden State.
Ten firsts for women in 2010
Continuing a tradition from the last two Decembers, let me offer a list of ten “firsts” for women this year.
In 2010:
Kathryn Bigelow becomes the first woman to win the Best Director Oscar for “Hurt Locker”
Sgt. Sherri Gallagher becomes the first woman ever to win the US Army’s celebrated “Best Warrior” award
Brazil, a future superpower, elected its first woman president, Dilma Rousseff
Costa Rica elected its first woman president, Laura Chinchilla (how much do we love the name?)
Carolyn Bertozzi becomes the first woman to win the Lemelson-MIT prize, given to mid-career inventors and one of the most prestigious awards in American science
16 year-old Elena Myers became the first woman ever to win an AMA (American Motorcycle Association) racing event when she won a supersport race in Sonoma.
Kelly Kulick becomes the first women ever to win a Professional Bowling Association event in January, when she wins the Las Vegas Tournament of Champions.
Switzerland, one of the last countries in Europe to grant women suffrage, now has for the first time a governing cabinet in which women are the majority.
The US Supreme Court, for the first time, now has three women (Elena Kagan joining Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Sonia Sotomayor)
New Mexico and South Carolina elected the first two women-of-color ever to hold governorships
Progress, not perfection.
Add other firsts in the comments if you like.
Christmas madness
My lavender shirt may be askew and my hair unkempt, but I have a lot to say about Christmas in this video made by the Pasadena City Courier staff and one of my women’s history students, Polly. (I start at :45, but watch the whole thing, all the way to a final benediction in the end.)
“Not a Presby, nor a Luth’ran” — an old Episcopal youth camp song
On an entirely different note, this song came into my head today. My mother sang it to me when I was a child. She learned it from her roommate at Vassar in the mid-1950s; her roommate had sung it at an Episcopalian youth camp. I’ve sung it myself for many of my Episcopalian friends (including priests and the current bishop of Los Angeles), and to my amazement, none of them know it. So here it is, and it is to be sung to the tune of “God Bless America”:
I am an Anglican,
I am C.E.:
Neither high church
Nor low church,
I am Protestant and Catholic and Free!
Not a Presby,
Nor a Luth’ran
Nor a Baptist, white with foam;
I am an Anglican –
Just one step from Rome!
I am an Anglican —
Just one step from Rome!
Whether it’s theologically true any longer is debatable, but the bit about the Baptist is pretty darned good.
Whispering in Dad’s ear…
While doing some last minute on-line shopping, I had a special visitor come and share his Christmas list with me. Dudley asked for craisins, walnuts, and lots of out time in the New Year. (And no, I’m not bare underneath the laptop, and yes, I am working in bed, in shameful contradiction of what I’ve advised before. Oh hypocrisy, thy name is…)
Caption contest
Memorial day search terms
This week folks came here with a variety of search terms and phrases. Here are some favorites of mine:
psychology of younger women who date older father figures Methinks you answer your own query
wasp kind Many WASPs are, contrary to perception.
should a man turn the check over to his wife If both signatures are required 
percentages of twice divorced man remarrying I’ve helped raise the stat
how do chinchillas defend their self If you’re asking, you don’t know yet. Stop pissin’ them off, and they’ll stop pissing on you.
is it morally acceptable to experiment on non-human animals to develop products and medicines that benefit human beings? No.
getting circumcised in england Just don’t let the dentists do it.
vegan animal rights feminism eating disorders Sing the Sesame Street song: “one of these terms is not like the others, one of these terms just doesn’t belong”
why did lauren first make the coffee maker? I knew I loved her!
recurring dream tidal wave I am not alone!
why is mary – jesus mum – a role model for peoples live’s? The wording made me happy. Short answer: she said yes.
movies with naked women having sex with naked men showing how to do sex without buying any Buying what? Movies? Naked men? Sex? Me confused.
husband considers his family more important than his wife Uh, if the latter isn’t a vital subset of the former, then we got problems.
mothers who kidnap aleinate and brainwash there children Left men’s rights advocates who can’t spell? Is aleinate a derivative of caseinate?
cristian ronaldo fan songs Are sung by lovesick Portuguese? By a calmer Wayne Rooney?
waxing pasadena very hairy I wax poetic in Pasadena, and some would say I’m pretty hairy.
dr. hugo schwyzer ph.d 2007 Uh, got it in 1999, thanks. It’s been mine all century.
wifes oil change vs mans oil change Please, please let this be about cars.
good blogging handles …are near the love handles, only slightly lower and farther ’round to the back.
A cake picture
My wife arranged a very special surprise birthday party for me yesterday. I’ll confess I had been hoping for a “surprise” party, but thought it would happen in a few weeks, closer to May 22nd. My wife had me totally convinced we were going to a regular 5 de Mayo backyard gathering, and I walked in to a garden filled with family and friends with my mouth agape. Lots of good conversation, a salsa band, and some amazing vegan Mexican food. Let me sing the praises of the caterer, and recommend Alex to any Los Angeles area folks looking for a pro who can deliver a wide variety of cuisines (he doesn’t limit himself to vegan.) The soy chorizo was pretty swell, and I managed to stumble through a cumbia with my wife without stepping on her feet or pulling any muscles in my ageing body.
And my amazing spouse capped it off with a huge (vegan) chocolate cake, complete with a picture of Matilde, our first chin, beautifully drawn in icing.
Here’s a picture at Flickr.
‘Twas a very happy day.