Bitching

I am asking all opinions on the state of literature today. Does it exist? Is there a difference between Literature and what most people read today (if they do happen to read).

It makes me sad that many men see reading as a “women’s” activity. Don’t we all appreciate a good story? Why is any novel that has an “Oprah” symbol on it now seen as weak fluff that is not suitable for men to read?

I hate buying books that have the movie cover on the book. Most of the time I have never even heard of a really good book until it is set to come out as a movie. Is that the only way books actually sell?

I am not sure if I will ever own an e-reader but I know I will never give up my books.

The pomp of musicians, and why we care
Jill Lawful
Associated Press

DULUTH–Poor Kristen Jacobs. She’s not just marrying a local singer. She’s marrying us all.

Once upon a time, Duluth citizens gazed upon their rock musicians from afar. Not any more.

Members of the band Sexhawk are now Hollywood-style mega-celebrities — their cellulite, receding hairlines and boozy nights out subject to the same relentless scrutiny as other A-listers.

(Story continued on page 4A with details about what kind of cake will be served at Hot Rod’s wedding. Look below the fold for a chart with important details like what time it will be in Abu Dhabi or Hong Kong when Hot Rod’s parents arrive at Sacred Heart.)

To bank tellers, store clerks and post-office-counter workers:

Don’t ask my children if they want candy. And while you’re at it, and even though it’s far more appropriate, don’t ask me, in front of the children, whether they may have candy.

If it were 1931 and candy were a rare treat I couldn’t afford, it might be cool to get free candy. But candy is cheap, and my children don’t need more.

My children are not deprived of sweets. We have baskets full of Easter candy, stockings full at Christmas, Valentine’s candy, birthday treats, and fat pillowcases at Halloween. I realize that another lollipop isn’t going to tip the scales. But the 13 grams of sugar and Red No. 40 aren’t the only issues; it’s also about the message it sends.

When my 6-year-old daughter slammed the minivan door on her fingers, and I took her to urgent care, I thanked the receptionist who asked me whether she could have a lollipop, and I gladly accepted. But when the children’s only accomplishment is standing in line to watch their mother buy stamps, they don’t need a treat for that. I don’t want them thinking that candy is something you eat all the time. I don’t want them eating treats that, seconds ago, they were fine without, but now that it has fallen in their laps, they suddenly want.

Candy-givers, I know you mean well. But you risk taking well-behaved, happy children and turning them into crabby children on a sugar rush, or discontented children who feel like they’re missing out because mom said no to the free sugar.

The ubiquitous candy bowls and offers of treats are wearing on me. Please, make it stop.

With tax time upon us,  one has to wonder where all of the money is going that is supposed to be maintaining our roads?

How many roads have gone without repair this year because funding was instead redirected to horrific ideas like installing an ‘s’ curve at the end of the freeway where it joins to London Road?

What kind of brilliant ‘road engineer’ would go out of the way to bend traffic with a ‘I’ll show you’ attitude regarding a speed drop from 50, to 40? Is the message here that he would rather see faster moving men, women, and children in a horrific accident then to be traveling fast?

Is that the same mentality behind the ‘speed bump’ pot-holes? What’s next?  Barrels in the road that we will have to weave between?

Yesterday I was cruising along the highway at 60-odd miles per hour when another car came speeding down a ramp and almost was on top of me. I thought about changing lanes but there was a car coming up in the left lane.

I watched the situation develop, waiting to see if Captain Clueless on the ramp was going to slow down — or speed up enough to “beat” me — but there was no adjustment. With a car length or two between us I hit the breaks and the horn hoping to avert catastrophe. No one hurt, thank God. But I’m tired of people merging into traffic expecting me to change lanes to suit them.
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I was reading a recent DNT article about the Twin Ports credit debt. Mainly, how it’s one of the highest in the country. Just nutty, but got me to thinking about my personal debt and why I have it. What do I have to put on a credit card? Well the creditor changes, but it is always that — a creditor. Cellphone, electric, Charter … they have all had the plastic treatment.

Why does this happen though? I work 60 hours a week, make a living wage … perplexing.
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A recent conversation with some friends brought up the question…what’s up with the Duluth dating scene? The main consensus was that it was pretty dull. Does the sometimes inclement weather force us to stay home rather than go out and socialize? Is everyone already taken? Am I too quick to judge? I am curious to know what the readers of PPD think about the Duluth’s dating scene. Successes/failures? Tips and tricks? As a fairly new inhabitant of Duluth, I would like to know… where are all the single people at?