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Here’s my consumer plug for the week. For absolutely all your shoelace needs, you can’t beat Laces for Less.
Part of the reason I’m posting this is so that I never loose the link to this site. I’ve ordered from this company at least half a dozen times and plan to do repeat business. I like to personalize my shoes with different laces. With Laces for Less, I can get exactly the color, width, and length of lace that I want. And price! Virtually all their laces are less than one dollar a pair. Shipping for any purchase less than $10 is only $1.50. That’s a real deal. For any purchase over $10, there’s no shipping charge at all!
Okay, so you think I’m lame for throwing out this shameless plug for a web site that only sells shoelaces. I just hope you remember it next time you break a lace, or have a set too long, short or boring. Before you visit seven stores looking for the right replacement, save yourself some time and money with Laces for Less.

I give you Reformed Chicks Blabbing.

White & Nerdy

This is so me.

Via Treehugger:
September 21 was PARK(ing) day in several US cities, most notably the activist laden city of San Francisco. The initiative is headed up by a group called Rebar. For a day or a couple of hours, groups interested in public space created temporary parks in metered parking spaces along city streets. Some of these parks are complete with real grass, trees, and park benches.
See the video.

I have a new favorite sentence. From Oliver Twist, Chapter 12.

That when the Dodger, and his accomplished friend Master Bates, joined in the hue-and-cry which was raised at Oliver’s heels, in consequence of their executing an illegal conveyance of Mr. Brownlow’s personal property, as has been already described, they were actuated by a very laudable and becoming regard for themselves; and forasmuch as the freedom of the subject and the liberty of the individual are among the first and proudest boasts of a true-hearted Englishman, so, I need hardly beg the reader to observe, that this action should tend to exalt them in the opinion of all public and patriotic men, in almost as great a degree as this strong proof of their anxiety for their own preservation and safety goes to corroborate and confirm the little code of laws which certain profound and sound-judging philosophers have laid down as the mainsprings of all Nature’s deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady’s proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling.

In preparation for their concert which you will do not yet know about, but be attending, here’s a link to Red — because their website is hard to find. Their hit “Breathe into Me” (which totally rocks) topped the Christian rock charts for 5 weeks this summer.

I’ve had to explain this rule a couple of times this week, so I thought I’d just go ahead and get it out there. There is no getting around the rule. Under no circumstances can you date anyone who is less than 1/2 your age plus 7. And contrariwise, you can’t date someone older than you if you’re less than half their age plus 7.
No, I didn’t make this up. There’s sufficient evidence that this rule is a law of nature. In nearly all circumstances I believe this will keep you from either beeing the creepy old guy or the naive young girl. (Or the scary old woman…)
Too complicated for you? There’s an automagic dating age calculator here.
I’d also like to share this lovely poem on the topic, entitled Half My Age + 7.

You guys know I’m a big fan of The Manolo. You don’t? Well, now you do.
Typically, I love his suggestions and reviews for the shoes, even though I’m not one to wear much of the peep-toe stilettos. Today, I’m loving his commentary on presidential hair styles. It’s actually a continuation of an article he wrote for Politics Central a couple days ago. Strive to have hair this awesome.

Five words for you:

Christian Hard Rock Dot Net

Lately referred to as “Music that violates our Family-Friendly Promise.”
You like it harder, you like it louder.

I’m not even going to say what time I got into work today. It’s embarrassing. I was trying to come in early so I can go home early, and to beat all the school busses that I got behind yesterday. Well, I succeeded. I managed to knock 30 minutes off the commute, cutting it in half. Add to that the fact that I left extremely early to avoid traffic, and it was still dark when I got to work. Not dim — dark.
I’m excited about making the drive so much faster, but I’m not sure that I can continue to get up at that hour.
I took Heather’s advice and packed a couple of granola bars to eat on the way to work. At least I tried. I know I took 2 granola bars out of the cabinet and put them into something. That something clearly wasn’t my lunch bag, so I’ll be very interested to find out exactly where I stuck those when I get home. This is how my brain operates before the sun comes up.