Five Thirty Eight is a new website that uses data quantification to make qualitative evaluations of our human lives. A recent article concerning people really only wanting to date themselves captured my attention.
Continue reading → Opposites End in a Vacuum of Ashes: Quantifying Human Compatibility
A man sits in a crowded bar, planning his next move. He’s going to approach the attractive red haired woman sitting on a bar stool sipping on a gin and tonic and offer to buy the next round. If she accepts and all goes well, there may be another drink and maybe even another — followed by an offer to go to her place for a little fun. What she will not realize the entire time, however, is that he has a secret in the form of a wedding ring in his right coat pocket, signifying the twelve years during which he has been married to his wife. A new kind of wedding band for men seeks to put an end to this.
Loud Talkers, beware: We can hear you even if we want to tune you out! I know many Loud Talkers want to be heard beyond the ears of those they are speaking with and that’s why I have no problem relating this overheard conversation between two middle-aged men sitting in a coffee shop.
This is a list of things that I believe are the actual attacks on the sanctity on marriage. There are many of them however I will only list a few. I would like to qualify this by stating that I have as of this writing been married to my fantastic wife Elizabeth for one year and eight months now and we have a beautiful baby named Chaim Yosef Davidescu — you can call him Chaim, though.
Continue reading → What is Really Attacking the Sanctity of Marriage?
Dale wept for 72 for straight days.
He cried himself to sleep.
He awoke bawling in a balled up foetal position.
Continue reading → And Dale Wept for 72 Days: Ten Sentence Story #142
Over the Summer, Janna and I were thrilled to spend another married year together as we celebrated our anniversary. Our marriage is the number one greatest achievement of my life. Sharing your life with someone is a massive challenge and every single day the relationship changes and re-breathes and moves again in sometimes unimaginable ways as once expressed in — Promise Before Dying — published in Urban Semiotic on July 18, 2005:
Then she asked me if I would bury her under a tree with shade when she died.
I promised her I would.
Then she asked me if I would bury her under a tree with shade that had leaves that change colors in the Fall from red to purple to orange.
I promised her I would.
I read with intrigue an article about the effects of commuting on a relationship. It was particularly interesting to me as a person who takes a one hour train ride twice a day. According to the article, all it takes is a simple 45 minute commute to work to lead to a possible split between the couple. In my experience, however, this has not been the case. Here are some reasons why.
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