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I just moved to a new town, and I'm finding it hard to meet people. I've checked Craigslist for book clubs and poker tables, but they always seem to be in the outer suburbs or full of complete geeks. I want to meet women, of course, but at this point, I'd be happy just meeting some interesting people.
I'm a freelancer, and most of my clients are out of town, so I can't meet people through work. I don't drink a lot, so bars are kind of out. It's gotten to where I just sit in front of the TV every evening, watching reruns of "Friends" and eating Ben & Jerry's out of the container. I feel disgusting and lonely. Please help!
Lone, Lonely, Alone
Dear Lone, Lonely, Alone,
You know, lots of people will tell you that it's hard moving to a new town, you have to give it time, you'll find your niche, blah blah blah. But you know what? You may not. Ever. You may just discover that you're socially inept. Perhaps this wasn't so clear in your old town, where people were used to you and could simply cluck like hens behind your back as soon as you were out of earshot. But now, you're on your own in a new town. And you're making a hash of it.
I mean, what are you doing asking some guy named Craig for advice on how to find women? What would he know about it? Also, if you're going to sit around depressed, watching reruns, why not pick something uplifting like "The Facts of Life"? Or, like, "Xena the Warrior Princess" or something? You need to get into the right groove here, not act like some sad-sack straight woman pining for a man to marry. So, pull yourself out of that tub of Ben and Jerry's and listen to me.
You've got to think outside the box, by which I mean that empty box that's serving as your head. Want to meet women? It's totally simple. You can:
* Masquerade as a traveling sorority girl, and ask the "sisters" at your local college if you can stay over in their house for a couple of nights. Pack massage oil in your perky little overnight bag.
* Get a job at the local bookstore and slip your phone number into all the copies of "Tipping the Velvet" and "Lez Girls."
* Work at the movie theater, and every time a cute girl orders popcorn, say, "Honey, I'd be happy to butter up your kernels any day!"
* Become a cop, pull over all the beautiful women in convertibles, then tell them, "I'll let you off with a warning this time, but if I catch you driving while hot again, I'll have to punish you!"
For god's sake, use your imagination. Otherwise, we'll be watching you on TV in a few years being rolled out of your apartment and loaded into a van for emergency gastric bypass surgery, a trail of empty ice cream tubs in your wake. On second thought, that would be kind of gruesomely entertaining. So, really, either way is fine.
Good luck, and let us know if we should go ahead and buy stock in Ben & Jerry's.
Nor is the "qualitative" presence: I have to admit, I've never seen so many hot lezzies anywhere else (except in those floating environments that are tennis tournaments: therefore, I've never seen so many in stable territories, so to speak). But I'm not the person who travels to see beautiful people, at least not as the main concern.
The real reason the City of
It so happened that in 1984, this diverse community of Jews, Russians, seniors, and (yes) gays and lesbians who had gathered in the area to escape from persecutions of various forms and shapes, stopped being "tolerated" and started a world-rare path to self-determination. Even better, to self-government. No more living under the laws of "straight mankind", trying to exploit the loose mesh, trying to find solace in the missed or distracted application of rules. Now a community starts to make laws for themselves.
For example, when it was denounced that sheriffs were harassing gays in the park, the community deliberated to hire gay sheriffs.
And now there are sheriff cars around in WeHo, with the same duties of all other sheriffs in the world; except they sport a 6-color logo. And this is not
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - A man with an unusually tiny brain managed to live an entirely normal life despite his condition, caused by a fluid buildup in his skull, French researchers reported on Thursday.
Scans of the 44-year-old man's brain showed that a huge fluid-filled chamber called a ventricle took up most of the room in his skull, leaving little more than a thin sheet of actual brain tissue.
"He was a married father of two children, and worked as a civil servant," Dr. Lionel Feuillet and colleagues at the Universite de la Mediterranee in Marseille wrote in a letter to the Lancet medical journal.
The man went to a hospital after he had mild weakness in his left leg. When Feuillet's staff took his medical history, they learned he had had a shunt inserted into his head to drain away hydrocephalus -- water on the brain -- as an infant.
The shunt was removed when he was 14.
So the researchers did a computed tomography (CT) scan and another type of scan called magnetic resonance imaging (MRI). They were astonished to see "massive enlargement" of the lateral ventricles -- usually tiny chambers that hold the cerebrospinal fluid that cushions the brain.
Intelligence tests showed the man had an IQ of 75, below the average score of 100 but not considered mentally retarded or disabled, either.
"What I find amazing to this day is how the brain can deal with something which you think should not be compatible with life," commented Dr. Max Muenke, a pediatric brain defect specialist at the National Human Genome Research Institute.
"If something happens very slowly over quite some time, maybe over decades, the different parts of the brain take up functions that would normally be done by the part that is pushed to the side," added Muenke, who was not involved in the case.
In this brain scan of a 44-year-old French civil servant, the dark area shows the swollen, fluid-filled space that has crowded his skull, leaving little room for his brain. (Lancet)
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