I do not trust snail kind, nor am i especially fond of their breed. Slugs, the lot of them, carousing about the gnomely-kingdoms of small town, wreaking slimy destruction in their wake. I'll be starting my correspondence here, a no holds barred experiment of my own design in rhetoric. Pragmatics seem to be my strong suit, so we can dispense with any ambivalence, get right down to it. Love, hate, precision, balance. This is the tale of one persons life, a by-product of my temporary existence here in the City. Salt Lake City, as they say, is a hell of a town.
I came across a good word recently,
"Raconteur"
a person skilled in telling stories
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/raconteur
Didn't we used to have those back in the good ol' days, perhaps the golden age of cinema? I can't remember. All of the LSD must have fried my sensibilities into oblivion.
A few opinions:
Sexual division of labor is a commonplace, natural practice. It is often found in many culture's around the globe--->
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http://barenakedislam.wordpress.com/2011/05/02/i%E2%80%99m-a-muslim-woman-and-islam-set-me-free-but/essionofwomenintheislamicworld-vi-2/
If that's how your culture rolls, that's coo. Your culture is your own, man. Sexual division of labor is natural, although i am quite happy to share my withered slice of the american work force with multiple gender's, transgender included. Since when was it acceptable to pass judgement on any society other than our own?
More to come, hasta luega mi amigo's.
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