Early Sunday Morning

Five o'clock morning. I fought it hard, though, not getting up until close to seven. I have been enjoying good sleep for a while, so I guess I'm due for a little turbulence.

Purity Balls

I see Americans have come up with another program to preserve their girls' virginity.

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'You are married to the Lord and your daddy is your boyfriend'

Purity balls, in which a girl pledges to remain ‘pure’ until her wedding day, symbolically ‘marries’ God, and promises her father that she will remain a virgin until she's a wife, have become a phenomenon in America, now taking place in 48 out of the 50 states.

The balls resemble giant wedding ceremonies, with the girls - all around the age of 12 - wearing white gowns and dancing with their fathers who promise to ‘protect’ their daughter’s chastity.

During the ceremony, fathers present their daughters with purity rings, which they wear to symbolise their commitment to virginity.

In the movement purity means no sexual contact of any kind, including kisses, until after marriage.

-- ONTD

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It sounds like some serous brainwashing on girls, but I guess that is why we have booze and roofies.

The Natural World

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A Blah Afternoon

The day keeps a wintry cast about it. Which is pretty good for late March. The afternoons had already started to get a tad warm, though not enough to switch the ceiling fan back to summer-mode.

Per my writing life, I have noticed that when I am working on my Three Journal, I lose the mood to blurt the little things of my day. It is as though, when I work on my big entries, I don’t feel it is worthwhile to note the temper of the cats or the least stray notion of my mind but am willing to let all pass into instant oblivion. Maybe I just feel that I am satisfying an implicit quota of writing for the day.

Tumblr Scare

It had been a long, long time since I had a cyber-porn scare like this. I think I would have to go back my first couple of years on the internet, when I was much more aggressive and reckless about looking for porn online. I had known tumblrs to have their pop-ups and ads and misdirecting links, but this one was of another order altogether. My browser froze, and this ominous list unfolds down my screen. I was too freaked to read much of it, as I was busy trying to make it go away, but it did say that my browser was arrested and my files were being encrypted. I shut the computer down. I think it was a joke, but that didn’t keep my heart beat from racing and pounding in my chest, as I trembled like a dog in a thunderstorm.

Next-Door Neighbor

Taking the trash out, I see that the next-door neighbor is also working with some free-weights, in addition to the body bag that he regularly beats up.

What is the frail latino working toward?

I suppose, hanging out in almost exclusively injun circles, he could gain some serious macho points and enjoy some more dominance. It just seems to me like a hopeless game in a world of Europeans and Africans.

Then again, he is a high-schooler, I think. When I was in high school, I still entertained such fraudulent notions about my place in this animal kingdom.

Pop

Pop decides to clean one of the hallway closets this afternoon. Recall that he cleaned the fryer yesterday. Despite his age and weakness, he still has some zest for these home-improvement projects. My father really does have some spirit.