After seeing the plans for this site, there’s no question that privacy (in every capacity) is officially DEAD!Do Not Want To Share That Kind Of Info On The Internet. But Looking Forward To Lurking!
Was TMI.com already registered?
Philip Toledano, Days With My Father.
This is a website, but also a work of art, as these things can be, chronicling a son’s last years with his dad, after his mother dies, when he realizes his father has severe short term memory loss.
My friend Ted said it was one of the most moving things on the Internet, and I of course had my doubts, and then I read it the whole way through, and cried, and then sobbed. Go ahead, I dare you to read this and not be moved.
I cannot get the phrase, “We loved each other nakedly,” out of my head.
Holy FUCK this deep! I dare you to make to the end without crying. I’m a cynical bastard, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t care what your relationship is… go love your parents.
Okay, my sap is done for now.
…Back to hatin’…
A crushing blog post from someone in Iran…
So this is pretty fascinating. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we - especially women, maybe - condition friends and lovers to say only what we can stand to hear….rather than what they actually mean or need to express. Maybe Radical Honesty is the solution? It at least makes for an interesting article….
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The next day, we get a visit from my wife’s dad and stepmom.
“Did you get the birthday gift I sent you?” asks her stepmom.
“Uh-huh,” I say.
She sent me a gift certificate to Saks Fifth Avenue.
“And? Did you like it?”
“Not really. I don’t like gift certificates. It’s like you’re giving me an errand to run.”
“Well, uh …”
Once again, I felt the thrill of inappropriate candor. And I felt something else, too. The paradoxical joy of being free from choice. I had no choice but to tell the truth. I didn’t have to rack my brain figuring out how to hedge it, spin it, massage it.
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I will say this: One of the best parts of Radical Honesty is that I’m saving a whole lot of time. It’s a cut-to-the-chase way to live. At work, I’ve been waiting for my boss to reply to a memo for ten days. So I write him: “I’m annoyed that you didn’t respond to our memo earlier. But at the same time, I’m relieved, because then if we don’t nail one of the things you want, we can blame any delays on your lack of response.”
Pressing send makes me nervous — but the e-mail works. My boss responds: “I will endeavor to respond by tomorrow. Been gone from N.Y. for two weeks.” It is borderline apologetic. I can push my power with my boss further than I thought.
Later, a friend of a friend wants to meet for a meal. I tell him I don’t like leaving my house. “I agree to meet some people for lunch because I fear hurting their feelings if I don’t. And in this terrifying age where everyone has a blog, I don’t want to offend people, because then they’d write on their blogs what an asshole I am, and it would turn up in every Google search for the rest of my life.”
He writes back: “Normally, I don’t really like meeting editors anyway. Makes me ill to think about it, because I’m afraid of coming off like the idiot that, deep down, I suspect I am.”
That’s one thing I’ve noticed: When I am radically honest, people become radically honest themselves. I feel my resentment fade away. I like this guy. We have a good meeting.
In fact, all my relationships can take a whole lot more truth than I expected. Consider this one: For years, I’ve had a chronic problem where I refer to my wife, Julie, by my sister’s name, Beryl. I always catch myself midway through and pretend it didn’t happen. I’ve never confessed to Julie. Why should I? It either means that I’m sexually attracted to my sister, which is not good. Or that I think of my wife as my sister, also not good.
But today, in the kitchen, when I have my standard mental sister-wife mix-up, I decide to tell Julie about it.
“That’s strange,” she says.
We talk about it. I feel unburdened, closer to my wife now that we share this quirky, slightly disturbing knowledge. I realize that by keeping it secret, I had given it way too much weight. I hope she feels the same way.
Good Stuff… “…The truth will set you free…”
How many points is that worth?via Nostrich’s flickr.
I have been wanting to blog this but have held out for fear that Nostrich will 1. Realize I looked through his flickr account and 2. Feel really weird because this is a picture from 2007 and maybe he would like to pretend it doesn’t exist.
WELL I’M SORRY, this picture is Hilarious and Amazing and People Need to See It.
I’ve got a question for all of you rss experts out there. What I’m trying to do is subscribe to a blog that has a weekly topic. I’m only interested in that one topic, so I would like to subscribe to only show that post.
“How can I subscribe to an rss feed, but only show specific posts, based on the post’s title?”
Yes, buying me a drink will totally work. You? (via Scienceblogs.com)Goes perfectly w/ my “Only Wanted 3” post from earlier.
