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today i care about:  coffee and the final four.  primarily my bruins.  this, again, in is honour of my uncle who has cheered for them for as long as i can remember, even though i was the one who went to UCLA.  as explained previously, i didn't attend much in the way of sporting events while actually at the school, being tied up with learning three languages and writing papers and reading books n junk, but now that i have absofuckinlutely nothing going on, i may as well watch the most boring game ever invented (and golf, i think you're less boring.)  my moth is rooting for george mason because everyone is saying "who the fuck is George Mason."  go moth. 

go bruins.  knock 'em dead, kids. 

of course, my good wishes, in retro, is probably a death knell.  oh well. 

bad day for football watching

man u is routed by manchester city in their derby and the patriots lose.  i don't even know how to talk about this. 

wait, this happened??

the patriots were in the playoffs? 
i feel like such a bad fan.  here's some cheery news:

they won their first playoff game.  YAY.  Routing the Jags 28-3 with a good second half (i've been reading up), the pats pulled off a big win.  of course, all the questions abound about how they'll do against teams that beat them in regular season, but i agree that this is their "time of year" (wherever i found that).  Here are two links to good patriots coverage and reviews.  off to the right in my list o' links you can find their homepage. 

if i wasn't mired in this ridiculous depression (it's getting ridiculous, really, i give myself no leeway for having manic-depression), i probably could've found the game.  or known it was fucking going on.  alas.  at least i got to read about it. 

 

A New Artemis

Artemis was a goddess renown for her virginity.  The new Artemis in Berlin, not so much, that virginity thing.
An unusual bordello opening next week affords women a very nice twist on prostitution.  They negotiate their rates directly with their johns.  No madam, no pimp, no commission, straight paydirt for sex. 
At the Artemis women and men alike pay a 70Euro fee to get in the door, the women can relax in spas & eat on said cover charge (non alcoholic drinks also provided).   Sex workers who come into the club will be required to give their tax numbers and proof of work eligibility, as prostitution is legal.

Now, for all those prurient, porn-squad making conservos south of this border, why doesn't this arrangement work out?  extending your ability to make money off of the sex trade (which is never going away no matter how much you think you want it, you dumb fucks) and keep it safe rather than prosecuting and villifying (not to mention endangering) those who live under different mores when there really is nothing wrong with *gasp*  consenting adults having sex for sport and pleasure?