Valentine's

Before I get to the nice stuff... a general cautionary tale
If you ever find yourself in a position of power over someone who has a B.A. in Literature, NEVER, EVER, ask this person to

*Google a Poem for your loved one

* Or maybe "write something up"

The case might be that your assistant is, at that moment either

a. Buried in a load of work, perhaps filling out a 16 page

certification that you forgot to give her a week ago, when

there was time...

b. God knows if she watched Sylvia http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0325055/ the night before

c. Perhaps she is just plain pissed at your incompetence

The problem is, when making requests like these, you tend to forget that your assistant knows words, big ones she cares not to use, but once in a while, like attenuated manhood and she knows metaphors. These words, if skillfully combined, once read, might come across as a vibrant, vast vocal vendetta against your lack of detail. Pray to the Muses my friend that your Assistant is not pissed, or she'll make you look gay, or worse, like a lesbian trapped in a man's body.

One of this days, I'll elaborate on this cautionary tale, but right now, time is money and I need to get to the nice stuff

HAPPY VALENTINE'S!!!!!

To those who have found the right one, you need no further blessing

To those who fell for the wrong one... step away and run as fast as you can

To those who are inevitably in love with themselves, look in the mirror and congratulate the Sexy Beast that you are

Both God and Plato tell us that there is a Perfect Love for which to fight for. While we attain it, as humans, our nature is more of trial and error, nevertheless it's embedded in us all to give it all we've got. Messing up? In days like today all is forgotten. After all, and consider this your daily quote, the great John Lennon said "Love is having to say you are sorry every five minutes"

Have fun, boys and girls