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Ditto here, Lori and bb58.

My heart aches for Louisiana and its people who have to run to high ground, leaving all behind. I wonder what the longer term solution is, short of moving away.

Best of luck.
 
Hi HP, I just heard from family that Lafayette's wet but accessible, they're telling me Hwy 90 all the way to Thibodaux's wide open, so I should be able to get home. Baton Rouge, where I really wanted to be, is currently inaccessible, the flooding's really bad over that way, they're saying they've heard sections of I-10 between Baton Rouge and Lafayette are gone, so far it's all hearsay, but it's heavily flooded all along that route

Will's got me a flight Tuesday to Lafayette on several dog-legs: Cannes to Paris, Paris to London, London to Dallas (Fort Worth), Fort Worth to Lafayette, including an estimated 4-hour layover in Dallas (19 hours, I couldn't believe it, but the quickest there is right now)


Hey Lori!
 
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Hey Lori!

I 10 from Baton Rouge to Lafayette is open. But Baton Rouge and others suburbs are flooded. It might be hard to get a hotel room there. Lots of people lost their homes. I wish you safe travels.

Merci boo'cher, we'll get this mess cleaned up, alors nous pouvons tous laisser les bon temps rouler!

Lori XXX
 
How a 3D clitoris will help teach French schoolchildren about sex

Paul Verlaine celebrated it in his 1889 poem Printemps as a “shining pink button”, but thanks to the sociomedical researcher Odile Fillod, French schoolchildren will now understand that it looks more like a hi-tech boomerang. Yes, the world’s first open-source, anatomically correct, printable 3D clitoris is here, and it will be used for sex education in French schools, from primary to secondary level, from September.

From Fillod’s sculpture, pupils will learn that the clitoris is made up of the same tissue as the penis. That it is divided into crura or legs, bulbs, foreskin and a head. That the only difference between a clitoris and a penis is that most of the female erectile tissue is internal – and that it’s often longer, at around 8 inches.

Perhaps writing about the clitoris and the role it plays is needed to educate the out of school in the proper care of the clit? It is kind of cute. :)

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We'll all know it's made it when we see the "Haynes Manual of the Clitoris"

[ For the benefit of the unenlightened, the Haynes publishing group can supply some pretty good manuals on the maintenance of your car.]
 
We'll all know it's made it when we see the "Haynes Manual of the Clitoris"

[ For the benefit of the unenlightened, the Haynes publishing group can supply some pretty good manuals on the maintenance of your car.]

Maybe there should be a "Clitoris, the care and nurturing, for the Complete Idiot" book?:)

I bet that would sell.:cattail:
 
“It’s also vital to know that the equivalent of a penis in a woman is not a vagina, it’s her clitoris. Women get erections when they’re excited, only you can’t see them because most of the clitoris is internal. I wanted to show that men and women are not fundamentally different.”
Wow - that'll get a few TERF's upset.
Odile was nearly right or she may have been misquoted - what she meant to say is that the penis is not very different to a clitoris :cool: ;)
 
Travel safe, Lori! :rose: I hope the situation is not so bad, when you get out there.

LaFun, welcome to the thread :) (Thank you for helping out with useful information.)

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Mmmm - coffee. I have been able to go back to drinking proper coffee - although I try to keep it to a minimum. I shall have a big cup in a bit! :cathappy: I was marking all through yesterday and got all the little essays tidied up, and I managed to sort out some of my new lot of students (the ones I have taken under my wing while my colleague is absent), and I had to juggle some cr@p from That Idiot :mad:, but I shall try not to think about him today.

I am pretty tired out today, however it's low tide at 11ish, so I'm heading out for Barearse Bay, as I now discover that lovely deserted beach is called :rolleyes: Not in hopes of seeing more bare arses :rolleyes:, with any luck there will be nobody else there - or at least they will have the grace not to rush over and congregate with me. I vant to be alone! :cool:

I'll just do a ton of washing up, have a quick clean round and wash my brassieres before I run out of the door waving my beach towel.
:)
 
Travel safe, Lori! :rose: I hope the situation is not so bad, when you get out there.

LaFun, welcome to the thread :) (Thank you for helping out with useful information.)

Mmmm - coffee. I have been able to go back to drinking proper coffee - although I try to keep it to a minimum. I shall have a big cup in a bit! :cathappy: I was marking all through yesterday and got all the little essays tidied up, and I managed to sort out some of my new lot of students (the ones I have taken under my wing while my colleague is absent), and I had to juggle some cr@p from That Idiot :mad:, but I shall try not to think about him today.

I am pretty tired out today, however it's low tide at 11ish, so I'm heading out for Barearse Bay, as I now discover that lovely deserted beach is called :rolleyes: Not in hopes of seeing more bare arses :rolleyes:, with any luck there will be nobody else there - or at least they will have the grace not to rush over and congregate with me. I vant to be alone! :cool:

I'll just do a ton of washing up, have a quick clean round and wash my brassieres before I run out of the door waving my beach towel.
:)

Since it is Bareass Beach, run out the door wearing only the towel and waving your brassier. That should set some tongues to wagging among other things. :devil:

What drew the crowd of naked guys last time was the smile. They are there to be looked at. In their minds anyway and you sent the signal that you were interested. In their minds anyway. It's the same on a lot of beaches all over Europe. The hey, look at me crowd isn't just here in the AH, you know.
 
I am pretty tired out today, however it's low tide at 11ish, so I'm heading out for Barearse Bay, as I now discover that lovely deserted beach is called :rolleyes: Not in hopes of seeing more bare arses :rolleyes:, with any luck there will be nobody else there - or at least they will have the grace not to rush over and congregate with me. I vant to be alone! :cool:
Careful! You are in danger of attracting Greta Garbo.
 
How a 3D clitoris will help teach French schoolchildren about sex



Perhaps writing about the clitoris and the role it plays is needed to educate the out of school in the proper care of the clit? It is kind of cute. :)

(I tried to attach an image but it didn't work so you have to click on the ink to see it.)
On reading the whole article and looking at the photo again... the War of the Worlds, old BW version with laser beams zapping churches. So the world was invaded by giant clitorii :eek:

Washing bras is a pain and I'm always conscious of shortening their life :( Oh to run neked on a beach *sigh* So they have quiet ones in Wales huh?
 
. . . . (the ones I have taken under my wing while my colleague is absent), and I had to juggle some cr@p from That Idiot :mad:, but I shall try not to think about him today.

:)

A quotation:-
When I worked in the NHS, these many moons ago, we doctors had some fun and meaningful names for managers for use in memo's and patients' notes, especially the execu-drones known as 'Unit Manager'', who seem to have no function, yet walk around like they owned the place. Here are some of the best:

Adminisphere - where hospital managers work, in their own world
Administrivia - pointless emails and notices
BBF's - Belly-button Fluff, as in 'about as useful as...'
BUNDY - But Unfortunately Not Dead Yet...
BVA - Breathing Valuable Air
CCTD - Career Circling The Drain
MR DILLIGAF - Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck
Meets the DSP (Dumb Shit Profile) to a T
MUPET (Most Incompetent Person Ever Trained)
WISH - Why Is She Here
PNF - Person With No Function
BDSW - Brain Dead, Still Walking
HPVI - Highly Paid Village Idiot

I could go on, we had some very inventive and erudite people back then at UCH. We used to request patients that they refer to their 'Unit Manager' as the HPVI', and most Unit Managers thought it was standard NHS nomenclature or an acronym for their job and never bothered to look further.
 
A quotation:-
When I worked in the NHS, these many moons ago, we doctors had some fun and meaningful names for managers for use in memo's and patients' notes, especially the execu-drones known as 'Unit Manager'', who seem to have no function, yet walk around like they owned the place. Here are some of the best:

Adminisphere - where hospital managers work, in their own world
Administrivia - pointless emails and notices
BBF's - Belly-button Fluff, as in 'about as useful as...'
BUNDY - But Unfortunately Not Dead Yet...
BVA - Breathing Valuable Air
CCTD - Career Circling The Drain
MR DILLIGAF - Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck
Meets the DSP (Dumb Shit Profile) to a T
MUPET (Most Incompetent Person Ever Trained)
WISH - Why Is She Here
PNF - Person With No Function
BDSW - Brain Dead, Still Walking
HPVI - Highly Paid Village Idiot

I could go on, we had some very inventive and erudite people back then at UCH. We used to request patients that they refer to their 'Unit Manager' as the HPVI', and most Unit Managers thought it was standard NHS nomenclature or an acronym for their job and never bothered to look further.

Thanks HP, never been quoted before, I guess this means I've finally arrived, kaloo kallay, break out the spare walrus, we're frying tonight!
 
I know you're a rugby woman Naoko, but... GB Womens' Hockey team through to the final. Just how cool is that?!
*punching air*
 
I know you're a rugby woman Naoko, but... GB Womens' Hockey team through to the final. Just how cool is that?!
*punching air*

And they won EVERY match on the way.

But their injury list is horrific. At the London Olympics their captain returned to play in a later match after an operation to mend her broken jaw. She had to wear a mask to keep her jaw in place.

Hockey is a tough game. So are the players.
 
And they won EVERY match on the way.

But their injury list is horrific. At the London Olympics their captain returned to play in a later match after an operation to mend her broken jaw. She had to wear a mask to keep her jaw in place.

Hockey is a tough game. So are the players.

It make the over-paid mob on the English football fields look like a bunch of wimps.
 
It make the over-paid mob on the English football fields look like a bunch of wimps.
I spotted a few of the girls with replacement front teeth. Good thing rugby players don't have sticks :) I was in awe at the goal shots on a backhand like it made no difference to them. I used to play left wing and I know how hard that is.
The final is on Friday
 
Back in the 1920s it was considered dangerous for a man to marry a woman who had played hockey seriously. A hockey-playing English Lady would not take any male superiority nonsense from a man.

Baseball bats might be the weapon of choice of a wife-abuser. But a hockey stick causes more damage particularly if hooked between the man's legs. Ouch!
 
It make the over-paid mob on the English football fields look like a bunch of wimps.

I spotted a few of the girls with replacement front teeth. Good thing rugby players don't have sticks :) I was in awe at the goal shots on a backhand like it made no difference to them. I used to play left wing and I know how hard that is.
The final is on Friday

Baseball bats might be the weapon of choice of a wife-abuser. But a hockey stick causes more damage particularly if hooked between the man's legs. Ouch!

My cousin is a former hockey player :) We foregather on Facebook sneering at overpaid footballers who fall over and lie about on the pitch whining when someone has merely waved a toe at their shins.

Ogg, you sound as if you speak from experience! :eek:

Woopert at the deli cafe gave me an idea for a story today, which I shall not share as then I won't write it up. I'm just making a note of it here so I don't forget it. I had been to get a wild fig and honey icecream, and was wheeling my bike home licking it. (I was wearing my peach and black embroidered knickers and bra, I know this kind of background detail is very important to a story :devil:) Then to my surprise I saw Woopert sitting on the bench outside his cafe. I had thought he was still in the Algarve.

I went over and sat on the bench chatting with him. I offered him a lick - of my ice-cream! but he laughed and refused. He is still trying to set me up with a rather dull guy who has only recently acrimoniously split from his wife - in fact they are still going through the costly divorce :rolleyes: (God no! not with a barge-pole.) He said the dull guy is a bit quirky, but I said, No, I like conventional guys. I like to be their bit on the wild side :devil:

PS Jane and HP, when you were flirting in aeronautical terms before it was very lovely! I hope I am not embarrassing you, but feel free to do it some more. I enjoyed over-reading it - the online equivalent of over-hearing - very much.
:heart::rose::heart:
 
Careful! You are in danger of attracting Greta Garbo.

That would be a bad thing? :p

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Since it is Bareass Beach, run out the door wearing only the towel and waving your brassier. That should set some tongues to wagging among other things. :devil:

Instead I went to the beach which is a bit further along to Barearse Beach, where the bare-arsed guy told me there is a good pub. I had such a wonderful time there!

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I'm calling this photo 'Do I dare ...' :) I didn't wear my trousers rolled, though, as I didn't wear trousers - instead I wore an old yet comely swimming costume and a navy striped dress which used to be too short but then fortunately the fashion changed.

On the way down, I stopped at the nice store, and picked up half a cucumber, peaches and some broad beans for later. I saw a quarter water melon and was going to buy it but the lady said, No, it was soft and she had some fresh in the fridge, she would cut me another quarter. When I got to the beach it was still cold.

It was a baking hot and sunny day, however there were good breezes on the coast. The walk down to the beach went through a wheatfield which had just been harvested. The stubble was golden and the sky was blue. I picked up some heads of wheat and nibbled the kernels as I went along. So often I stopped and caught my breath because it was so wild and lovely. No traffic of course - just occasional aircraft and there was a cutter running up the Channel. It was the sort of view that you can't capture in photos so I didn't try. There were a few people on the beach, but mainly just gulls, waders and me.

On the way home, I stopped at the excellent pub and had half a pint of delicious Barnsey (Bath Ales). It was perfect - bitter and chocolate-y. I sat inside the dark wood-beamed bar, as I find on hot days the inside of some hefty stone-built pub is a lot cooler than the beer garden in the direct sunshine. I sat there slaking my thirst physically and intellectually - reading a bit more of Mimesis, which I have picked up again.
 

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Ogg, you sound as if you speak from experience! :eek:

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Sometimes I played field hockey at school. My only achievement, now long forgotten, was to hit the ball hard upfield to hit the referee between his legs. The referee had to go to hospital and the match was abandoned.

In Australia the school's field hockey team was excellent, usually winning all their inter-school competitions. When we had a large visiting sports group from an American Senior High they wanted to watch all our sports events and participate in as many as they could.

Their coach watched our Australian Rules Team in action and decided that his American Football team could not risk trying that. We played them at Rugby. They wore their armour and helmets so we ran rings around them. They challenged us to American Football. We didn't really understand their rules but unarmoured we ran rings around them again. Only afterwards did our coach admit that every rugby training session started with a 1500 metre race. We never caught the coach. That was not surprising. He had an Olympic medal for the 1500 metres.

But the Americans thought that they could try field hockey. Surely that wouldn't be as dangerous as Australian Rules or Rugby? The hockey team didn't have a match scheduled so set up a scratch match between our boys' school and our parallel girls' school.

Their coach decided that even the girls were too dangerous for his footballers. Perhaps it was the three broken arms in a friendly match?

The girls showed him Lacrosse against another girls school. That wouldn't do. Those female Lacrosse players were lethal.

Their basketball and baseball teams did beat ours. :rolleyes:

The general opinion of the American sports people was that Australian school sports participants were either suicidal or just insane.
 
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