He always uses the same parting words. Maybe he pats him on the shoulder, maybe he rests his hand there for a moment, his jacket slung over his own shoulder.
I. Baby It's Cold Outside"The dream behind the Web is of a common information space in which we communicate by sharing information. [...] There was a second part of the dream, too, dependent on the Web being so generally used that it became a realistic mirror (or in fact the primary embodiment) of the ways in which we work and play and socialize.
Love, as they say, is a many splendid thing. While the process of finding a suitable mate can often require a lot of trial-and-error dating (complete with all the uncomfortable silences, falsely-raised hopes and awkward kisses it entails), every once and a while we luck out and stumble upon someone who truly takes our breath away.
He is a rather elegant gentleman, someone who has been around the world, doing many important things. He has a wealth of knowledge, and knows how to tell an interesting story.
i have a love/hate relationship with pop culture.
on one hand, i am a pretentious elitist intellectualist.
that means by definition i must grit my teeth at the banality of such trivial tripe and scoff at those who find enjoyment in it for being stupid and inferior.