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I have had 40 dry Januaries, and Februaries and Marches . . .

My parents were fanatic about liver. What they liked was called "baby beef" liver - I don't know if that's any different from calves liver. They got it at the meat counter at the grocery store and it had to be sliced to order - thin. They always had it dipped in flour and pan-fried in bacon fat, with the bacon alongside. My sibs and I all hated it - we would choke down just enough to be allowed to leave the dinner table. I few years ago I bought some liver and tried and it tasted as bad as when I was a kid.

Whenever I hear Yiddish being spoken, it sounds so similar to German that I always assumed it was a German dialect. I read recently though that linguists consider it a separate language.

A team in the UK has identified a segment of the spike protein that is conserved across alpha, delta and omicron. I only read it quickly - I think they have created monoclonal antibodies to it. I would think they should also be able to produce a vaccine that would be equally effective across the important variants.

Tricky, I imagine, since this game involves at some fantasy and/or illusion.

No boiled egg? Germans and Scandinavians are very big on a boiled egg at breakfast.

And I have a particular admiration for Dutch men. As a matter of fact, my husband's ancestry is Dutch. He looks look somebody you could meet strolling the streets of Amsterdam.

Kind of like European sandwiches - no condiments, just meat, maybe cheese on a nice roll, a little tomato. I really got used to them when I lived there. American sandwiches with all the condiments and sauces began to seem a little gloppy.

"This is coming to a screeching halt, now." "No ifs ands or buts." My father used to exclaim "unbelievable" a lot. And I use the same expression. I shake my head and say, "Unbelievable" pretty often. My mother had status issues over the fact that she wasn't college-educated and often dropped allusions into the conversation to show how well-read she was. It seemed a little silly since my father only had an 8th-grade education.

Last week, my husband made us chicken sandwiches for lunch. We were out of mayo so he used ketchup and I was thinking, "Oh well, this will be character-building." It was REALLY tasty. Since then, I have made chicken sandwiches with ketchup twice more.

I like "There's no fixing stupid."

I thought people were beginning to hoard food again. Canned beans seem to be in short supply.

It just depends. If it ruins his appearance or is offensive - like a swastika on his forehead - then probably no. But I certainly don't have any policies or beliefs about guys with face tattoos. I will say I have an obvious bias, since I'm fairly heavily tattooed.

I think it's an odd topic. I have never had a fascination with porn stars so I'm not sure how many I have seen in person, let alone, how many I have fucked, which, as far as I know, is zero. I did see Al Parker on the street once in San Francisco not long before he died. Also, my husband and I were walking along upper Market Street and walked past Michael Brandon standing inside the doorway of a store or restaurant. My husband said he cruised me as we walked by. I hired Michael Vincenzo a few times, and he was one of my best experiences. The porn star that I would most like to fuck or to have fucked (since he is retired) is Caedon Chase.

Right - we had been a couple for more than 20 years. Initially, we married because a business coach with whom I was working sold me on all the advantages. But it quickly became larger than that - the kind of thing where nothing had changed and everything had changed. Not a day goes by when I don't think for a minute how grateful I am for my relationship. We decided to get rings and we made a date for when we were going to go pick them out. We went to a nice jewelry store and sat down while a nice young gay boy showed us rings. We each bought the other his ring and then went and had a nice lunch. We were married under the rotunda in the San Francisco City Hall with my husband's brother and sister-in-law as our witnesses, nobody else present. We had a nice lunch then went away to stay for a few days at our favorite cushy resort in Sonoma.

Genius.

True - always has been, especially way back pre-AIDS

But it's so convenient.

I haven't been paying attention because I haven't been driving much since my hip surgery. I just googled it and found that the average gas price in San Francisco at the end of last month was 5.05. Gas prices in San Francisco are always scandalous.

It is supposed to reverse endothelial dysfunction

Since none of the received explanations of the meaning of life work for you, it is incumbent on you to find your own meaning in life. If the universe is empty of meaning you don't HAVE to react with horror, as in "The Scream," or with Sartrian existential despair. Zennies posit that meaning is found in the living of everyday life and not speculating on the unseen and unknowable, "chopping water and carrying wood." That's my approach - I don't even speculate on why I'm here. I get up every day and do the best I can. I'm not delirious with bliss but one day follows another and I'm always eager for the next day.

My new FB and I trained together yesterday. I drove him home and we made out in the car for a few minutes before he got out. I felt like a teenager.

I don't generally have a foot fetish, but I do for a particular kind of foot - long and narrow with a high arch and dark hair on the backs of the toes.

People get embarrassed if they do something just because they want to after reaching middle-age because there is always somebody waiting to scream "mid-life crisis. Branding an impulsive action as a mid-life crises is sort of a putdown that is really quite toxic. I got my first tattoo in my early 60s. In fact, it wasn't an impulse - it was very carefully thought through. A guy in my gym asked me if it might not be a midlife crisis tattoo. I replied that I didn't think so, but what if it was? There are a lot of impulsive actions with more far-reaching consequences than getting a tattoo. Once I was walking in Union Square in a new suit and a homeless guy told me I looked like I drove a Lambo. I could have gone out and bought the Lambo. Now that would have been a seriously impulsive act.

I'm much better off married. I have big needs and have trouble satisfying them by myself. My husband is very stable, reliable and loyal and has an extraordinarily strong character. With his nurturing and support I have done amazing things with my life these past thirty years. One of the most important things he does for me is that he reminds ME all the time about what a strong man I am. Of course it becomes routine - but I rely on that routine as a sort of compass. We've helped each other through a lot of shit AIDS, the financial crisis, the pandemic, the deaths of our mothers, needing to get a loan modification on our house after the financial crisis, his business failing after the financial crisis. I've been hospitalized 5 times over the course of our relationship, had three major surgeries. He has been hospitalized twice for life-threatening kidney infections. And through it all, we have cared for and looked after each other and been there. It seems every time we come through a hardship, our relationship is stronger.