Luccrative career moves for girls

[stilltrucking]

"William Fried told eighth-graders at Jane Lathrop Stanford Middle School that stripping and exotic dancing could be lucrative career moves for girls, offering as much as $250,000 or more per year, depending on their bust size."
...
"The school has asked Fried to give his 55-minute presentation, "The Secret of a Happy Life," for the past three years."


http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.c ... ST0145.DTL


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What is wrong with this woman's armpit.




ohhh it is a valve



I was surfing around looking for stuff on the limbic system and I found an interesting artile by R Joseph and then I checked out this other paper by him

Not sure if this guy has his tongue firmly in cheek, or what cheek I am talking about. This is not a pg-13 link by any means, I would not want my children to see it.
http://www.brainmind.com/3EvolutionSexualChoice.pdf
Weird this link don't work anymore. Which is probably all for the good


I am not condeming A person has to survive. If it puts food on the table and sends the kids to college who am I to judge. What Muriel Hemmingway went through to look the part for the movie about the murder of the Playboy centerfold Doroth Stratton. Too bad Howard Hughes was not around to design her bra, might have saved her some pain and suffering


Poisoned by Silicone Implants

One factor in Mariel's life was decidedly making her feel sicker as the years passed. It was chemical toxicity from silicone breast implants she got when she was 19. Thinking they might be contributing to her lowered immune function, Mariel had them removed three years after she began S.O.T. treatment. "Plus they were so contrary to who I am.
Removal revealed that the implants had ruptured and a blood test confirmed that a considerable amount of silicone had leaked from her implants into her blood. To deal with this dangerous source of toxicity, Mariel underwent hyperbaric oxygen therapy. The intense oxygen infusion of this approach would convert the silicone in her blood and tissues into silicon-citrate, a form that is easily eliminated from the body.

http://info-implants.com/Walt/25.html
STAR 80
(1983) Directed by Bob Fosse (Eric Roberts, Muriel Hemingway, Cliff Robertson, Carroll Baker, Roger Rees)
This is not an easy film to watch or even to like. But it is a splendid glimpse of the soulless lure of glamour. That the world of glamour featured here is of soft-core porn makes little difference. The murder of Playboy centerfold Dorothy Stratton is a secondary plot to the film's main focus. The film's main focus is a character study of her neurotic boyfriend whose delusions of grandeur lead them both to tragedy. Eric Roberts is nothing less than amazing in the role. And Bob Fosse as always, successfully illustrates the attraction and repulsion of glamour, success, and show biz.

http://www.cinerhama.com/movies/movies24.html

[jimboloco]

I see armpits all the time in hospital, only we call them axillas.

so I guess an appropriate caption for this photograph could be



Axilla the hon

[Lightning Rod]

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jh ... germ30.xml

[jimboloco]

still-trucking

when i was first drawing way back in the summer of '75
i was a mba school dropout
should been able ta do it

dropped out twice

second time during the fall of saigon
halfway thru my second semester
i had a map on my wall plotting it

they drove into my old home territory
on a sunday afternoon
i had some bad pot
and some bad mescaline
stupored there at my desk

this kid from the class knocks at my door
i say come on in
an he opens the door
with me sitting at my desk
an he asks
says
it's an honor to die for one's country

sounded like a mixed message to me
but i was not feeling a connection, in fact with the class
except for another vietnam fuckup
norm, who was on the docks at phan thiet,
drafted grunt
with a ba in something literate
then he worked in publishing, got divorced,
my drinkin buddy

so i split after mid-terms, just split, no goodbyes,
doing drawing at the little international art studio downtown detroit near windsor ontario across the river an this old guy who was the proprieter
was featured in the detroit times
his series of prints
made by pressing his thumbs
into a thick soft paper
in designs of the worlds
religions

hw said, "i feel as if i am thumbing my way around the world."

still-thumbing.

[jimboloco]

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jh ... germ30.xml

i was acosted by a prostitute in new york city
around the corner from the bowery
a laudromat on a sunday afternoon
she was gesturing to me from the
laundromat door
an i told her no thanks
an she got nasty
so i told her to beat it
an she pulled out this pistol
from her purse

if looks could kill
i'd be dead

[stilltrucking]

it's an honor to die for one's country

It was a lot of fun to play cops and robbers, or cowboys and indians, bang bang your dead
fall down on the ground like a good soldier, then get up and gleefully run after our killer bang bang he falls to the ground

sounded like a mixed message to me
but i was not feeling a connection, in fact with the class
except for another vietnam fuckup
norm, who was on the docks at phan thiet,
drafted grunt
with a ba in something literate
then he worked in publishing, got divorced,
my drinkin buddy

I told you once that I felt as if I knew you all my life. Now I think I understand why I said that. That picture Fear and Loathing, one guy in there I think it was you reminded me of one of my best friends from High School Sheldon Lavinsky. So I got you mixed up emotionally in my mind, as if I knew you before the war and then I knew you again after the war. I was jamming with bennie about self hatred but I was thinking about your comment about never wearing the hat, and I thought dam I must have touched a nerve there when I was talking about the big crybaby I gave forty bucks to in Kansas that day because he was so pissed about being homeless for the night because a dispatcher fucked up his motel money.

*Sometimes a man rises from the supper table*
(Rainer Maria Rilke)

Sometimes a man rises from the supper table
and goes outside. And he keeps on going
because somewhere to the east there's a church.
His children bless his name as if he were dead.

Another man stays home until he dies,
stays with plates and glasses.
So then it is his children who go out
into the world, seeking the church he forgot.

This was my reply to perezoso
Over on Sunday stream a couple weeks ago

Quote: Lazy Bear
Americans do not realize--or refuse to acknowledge-- how hideously bloodsoaked the last 100 years have been.


I know that. The greatest danger is still self loathing. I think that is Nietzsche, how far back do we go I mean us modern men with our Cro-Magnon skulls, thitty thousand years BCE? It seems to get bloodier every century. Cultural evolution out strips our biology. But everything could change in a moment, overnight, within a generation. I believe that.

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... 5&start=15


jimbo everytime I speak of Viet Nam I want to remember panta's words about speaking softly

I been jaming with bennie the young dude from scotland, trying to jam with some one forty years away and a couple of thousand miles is challenging, keeps me young this one today again about vietnam, I have to keep saying to you welcome home jim, my last semester of college was very good mescaline and a course in statistics for the behavior sciences, notice my new avatar, not sure about what Chi sequares relate too, I just like the way the graphs looked, the equations so artistic looking like poems, then you mentioned chi energy one day and it got me thinking about the Greek later Chi.

how the hell can I be six minutes late for work when my job is in my bedroom wwhere I have my computer set up. I guess it was the traffic jam in the living room
speaking of jams
check this out if you get a minute
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=2041

[surfermike]

self-loathing is one thing, but by
far the strongest drug of all is -
Self-Pity.

As a kid it was fun to play soldier, and
as an adult. NOT.

[stilltrucking]

Self pity a flip side of self loathing for me. Like Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes ...I must make amends. I started this string about women, I got a lot of ammends to make there, well actually i think I am down to my last one, she is a nurse in virginia who adored me, one day she complained about back pains and was leaning over the examination table and I did not reach out to touch her because I did not like the size of her butt. She was so kind and a beautiful face, beautiful hair and I did not like her ass, what else am I supposed to do but loathe myself and pity my stupidity. I stood her up on a friday night, that was it for me mike the last pain and suffering I will ever cause a woman. But I sit here and wonder if I might still make it back there and if she is still around and would she like a back rub, but it is too late I am sure, so I now I realize that is not up to me to choose anymore,

I remember the time you talked about looking down at your body and noticed how good shape you were in for being fifty, I felt sorry for you. It is an honor to grow old for your country.
Gary Snyder I hope he lives to three hundred and becomes president of the united states.
I been thinking about my dickhead posts, when I find one that is really stupid I usually post it to say have I changed?

Am I still being passive agressive? Man I am wiped out I should never post when I am this tired and incoherent. Next thing you know I will start making sense.


Ten for on kids playing war, I tried to enlist right after the Gulf Of Tonkin in sixty four, I thought my country needed me to do my patriotic chores, but I never thought about dieing for it, just fighting for it.
Something wrong about that statement "it is honorable to die for ones country" something ass backwards, martydom? Men died in Viet Nam and i still don't know what for, I don't need to go to Jerusalem to nod my head and pray at the Wailing wall, I got one in DC that is black. I honor their memory, sorrow and grief at their death..

I am grouchy old man here surfermike, we have talked about this self pity thing before a couple years ago, I don't pity myself because I am an old virgin uncle, but I would probably care more about myself, my body if I got more pleasure out of it, that is why I am so desperate to get a motorcycle, move to the beach do something to cheer myself up, women and children are much on my mind because I am trying to write a happy ending for my family, dam I wish it was the glass family as Salinger painted them in Franney and Zooey, the love between my siblings and myself is what keeps me going, The people I have met here on litkicks and here have turned me around at sixty and after three four years of ratchet jawing with you all I am a far better man than I was. Everything is spontaneous these days, I am going to try to clean this up for spelling and typos
thank you for posting here, remember me telling you I could not leave litkicks because I was the sickest one there, Freud said all he could do was make unconscious misery into conscious misery, if I sound like I have a miserable life I am just grateful to be conscious of it. I know one of the reasons, I am autistic with women. n But every thing is changing, I may still be an old fucking fool but I am on the hill now and every thing is coming up roses.

I suppose I have a squirt of testosterone every once in a while, my balls are hanging on by a string. But I been spending a lot of time with a young friend who still walks around with "Tented Pants"
He is lucking for the thrill of new and better fucks
I remember reading something about a woman who was getting testosterone shots for some medical condition after a few weeks she begged them to stop because she was going crazy thinking about sex all the time.
, me I don't want a pickle, just a back rub and hug.

hurts my eyes to look at this. I hope you have not read it to this sorry end.