RIP JoePa

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Jan 272012
 

When the Sandusky scandel broke at Penn State last fall, I insisted that Joe Paterno had to go. I wrote

As a proud Penn State alumnus, I was trying to tune out the news from Happy Valley in the last few days. I think Joe Paterno is on the Mt Rushmore of college coaches and for 4+ decades his program has been the standard-bearer that all other programs are compared to. Even at their 3-9 worst in 2003, I maintained that on reputation alone, Joe Paterno alone should be able to decide when his coaching career should come to an end.

The local sports talk radio station that I enjoy, and that NEVER talks about college football, couldn’t stop piling on Joe, that because of his failure to bar Sandusky from the Penn State football facilities after he first learned of child sexual abuse allegations in 2002, his entire legacy was tarnished. After JoePa died last Sunday, it started all over again.  In many ways what he failed to do is unforgivable, but when looking back at someone’s life, I think it’s a shame to focus on any one thing.

This reader email to Andrew Sullivan’s The Daily Dish sums it up nicely for me

Why do so many people feel the need to ask, “In light of the scandal, how do we remember Joe Paterno?” Why can’t we remember him and his life exactly as it happened? One heinous act does not undo all the good he did in his life, much like a major kindness does not undo a life of evil. Joe Paterno was an excellent football coach whom many considered to be a paragon of morality, good will, dedication and service. But he also made mistakes, most notably he failed to act on information concerning the safety of children and in all likelihood enabled the further abuse of children. But most importantly he was a human, and like all of us he is neither black nor white, but some shade of grey. The need to classify him into a category of “good” or “evil” seems like folly to me.

I think there’s a lesson here for all of us.

As far as his grand experiment, that a nationally-competitive football program didn’t have to sacrifice academic standards?  I think it was a success, Penn State was rank FIRST in this years Academic Bowl.

Jan 262012
 

Yes, the same Katie I broke up with last September, after a 7 month relationship…

Back in November I casually mentioned that I missed fucking her. I didn’t contact her at the time, though I continued to thinking about her.

The holidays rolled around and since it had been a while, I figured it should be safe to send her a “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year” text message. Within minutes she replied, clearly happy to hear from me. We exchanged pleasantries for a bit and talked about staying in touch.

A couple of weeks later, we’re texting again and I mentioned that I saw a woman at the gym that reminded me of her, and that I still think of her sometimes.  Her response? “I am sure it is my ass you think about! lol”  The conversation stays in the gutter from there, and we end up talking about getting together again, for lunch or dinner sometime.

A week later, she’s giving me a hug and a kiss when we meet for dinner at a local restaurant.  Dinner was good, it was nice to chat with her, she looks as good as ever and clearly she’s gotten over any hurt I caused when I ended things with her.  We talked about getting together again, but didn’t make any plans.

The other day she texts to wish me a happy birthday and reaffirm that she’d like to see me again.  Just to be sure I was perfectly clear of her intentions, she also said “I cannot wait to fuck you! I just want to bury my face between your legs, I’m sick of dreaming about it. Please give me your schedule and I’ll work around it”

Seems I may be fucking her again, sooner rather than later

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For those of you thinking of her and her emotional well-being, I haven’t forgotten that I ended things because she grew emotionally attached to me.  She also knows that we’re moving in 6 months and that our relationship WILL end then, no matter want, since I’ll be going 400 miles away.

I hope to have fun with her again, but I’m also going to tread cautiously, for both of our sakes…

Jan 262012
 

That’s what I smelled like after Veronica gave me a back rub,
using the lotion from Bath and Body Works :-)

18-105mm lens at 85mm, 1/4 sec at f/5.6, ISO 1600

 

Yesterday I playfully suggested that any friends who would like to send photos of their boobs for my birthday were welcome to do so. Because my friends are awesome, more than a few did just that, and I appreciate every last photo that landed in my inbox.

However, like other aspects of my open marriage and sharing ourselves with others, at the end of the day Veronica is still my favorite.

Including her fabulous breasts :-)

105mm macro lens, 1/20 sec at f/3.5, ISO 1600

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Jan 242012
 

Another year older, no less mature…..

Ladies, feel free to send your photos to hubman38 at gmail dot com :-)

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For my 21st birthday, Veronica took me to a favorite restaurant.  This was in the small upstate NY town where we went to college, and this particular restaurant was notorious for strictly enforcing the drinking age and not falling for fake IDs (like mine!).  It wasn’t the place to go if you were underage and wanted a drink.  Nonetheless, the food was really good and we went there once in a while.

Of course I was going to order a beer with my birthday dinner. What happens? The waitress didn’t ask for my ID!!  When she returned with my drink, Veronica pointed out to her that it was my 21st birthday and that I was disappointed that she didn’t ask for my ID.

Now that I’m 42, that was half a lifetime ago. Damn, I’m getting old!

 

Molly, who blogs at Molly’s Daily Kiss and is doing her own Project365, turned me on to the Macro Monday meme. I’ve been meaning to attempt to reproduce an image I saw in a photography magazine for a while, this seemed like as good a time as any!

105mm macro lens, 1.3 sec at f/10.0, ISO 400

If you’re wonder about the set-up, here it is. What you may not be able to see is the CD jewel case cover over the bowl, with droplets of water applied with a syringe that I stole from work.

Taken with my iPhone

 

To my Twitter friends who have made tongue-in-cheek remarks that I would look good wearing one of Veronica’s thongs, all I have to say is, be careful what you ask for! :-)

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Sinful Sunday

 

The last couple days physical activity has taken a toll on my feet, this is 1 of 4 bandaids on them.

As if you didn’t already know that we have a little girl, my choice of bandaid would give it away!

105mm macro lens, 1/40 sec at f/3.2, ISO 1600

 

Friday morning I logged into my Facebook account and mixed in among the “People you may know” list was the name of a Twitter friend. That by itself isn’t that unusual, there are a dozen or so friends from blogging and Twitter that I’ve become friends with on Facebook, so usually there’s a mutual friend making the connection.

But not this time.

This woman, she and I have known each other for maybe 2 months on Twitter, but we’ve fast become friends. Since I have her phone number, I texted her to tell her about the Facebook friend suggestion and wondered who the mutual friend might be, there were several possibilities I had in mind. She rattled off a couple of names, none of which were at all familiar to me.

I went ahead and sent her a friend request, once she accepted it I took a look at her friends list.

There is not a single mutual friend between us.

She and I know each other from twitter, where neither of us uses our real names. We only know each others full names from text messages, nothing online that I can recall.

How the hell did Facebook know to suggest her as a friend?

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Several months ago, the same thing happened, but that was an even odder occurrence.

Three years ago, I met a blogging friend for dinner when I was in her neck of the woods for a work trip.  I don’t know that we ever knew each others last names and we haven’t been in touch for well over a year.

There she was, in the list of “People I may know” on Facebook. I looked at her profile photo, I hadn’t seen her since December of 2008 but it sure looked like her, and of course the first name and city matched. I sent her a FB message asking if we knew each other from another online community, but never heard back from her.

I wonder if she just kinda freaked, which is why she didn’t respond.

But I KNOW it was her, but what I don’t know is how the hell did Facebook know that I knew her?

 

Veronica has a conference in Boston on Friday and Saturday, with numerous evening social opportunities. Instead of driving the 35 miles back and forth each day, we figured she could spend the night and enjoy a little getaway while I took care of the kids.

I tucked PP into bed and offered to read her a story. “Dad, I can read a book to myself!”

Well okay then, I’ll just take a photo to show mom when she returns on Saturday afternoon

35mm lens, 1/125 sec at f/1.8, ISO 1600

 

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