tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613195.post112140075298015607..comments2023-11-05T02:58:15.563-08:00Comments on Bliss and the Color Pink: The BeachAdriana Blisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14120973373594320270noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613195.post-1122021187664555082005-07-22T01:33:00.000-07:002005-07-22T01:33:00.000-07:00Thank you, Rick, so much. As a note, corporate lif...Thank you, Rick, so much. As a note, corporate life is truly a bad road for anyone with creative slant. Such folks just wilt - so much better for you that you've gotten out. Now the trick is to find some bit of work that will keep the family afloat and safe.Adriana Blisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14120973373594320270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613195.post-1121956165486354322005-07-21T07:29:00.000-07:002005-07-21T07:29:00.000-07:00Hi Adriana,I found you from my blogmap. How refres...Hi Adriana,<BR/><BR/>I found you from my blogmap. How refreshing it was to find a local blogger who wasn't all about Conservatism and Jesus. <BR/><BR/>A quarter to eight is meant for drinking wine with friends ... :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613195.post-1121795897197887922005-07-19T10:58:00.000-07:002005-07-19T10:58:00.000-07:00Narrator, exactly right. Your conclusion was much ...Narrator, exactly right. Your conclusion was much what I had realized when I dumped my law office so I could stay at home with the kids, especially so I could take care of my just-born-at-the-time daughter. I saw early on the difference in "quality of life" as between my husband's teacher life and the partners at the firm (or what I had to be in order to make my solo practice profitable). What was the point of living with paperwork (never ending) and phone calls piling up whenever you step away from that desk? Where was the joy or the obligation-free moment of watching the proverbial butterflies dance? Or the first time your child stands up on her own. Cliche maybe...but really, there's so much to see. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Thank you Brenda for such a wonderful compliment!<BR/><BR/>Fromage...you're too much!Adriana Blisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14120973373594320270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613195.post-1121559538971279842005-07-16T17:18:00.000-07:002005-07-16T17:18:00.000-07:00Before I was a mom and my kids were just glitters ...Before I was a mom and my kids were just glitters in someone else’s eyes I’d be up all night waiting for those damn venders to show up while faxing bit to a fro and… Hey wait a minute I never had any venders, or a fax machine or even a fro! Sorry, wrong past life recall experience! <BR/><BR/>Ah, never mind, I shut up and go away now!Patrick O'Neilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03893773221531919173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613195.post-1121464190420655362005-07-15T14:49:00.000-07:002005-07-15T14:49:00.000-07:00No-one writes about daily life like you do, Adrian...No-one writes about daily life like you do, Adriana. Daily life is a marvelous unfolding of time in your writing. Full of coy surprises and familial love, and always against the larger backdrop of the forces of nature, the spinning of the universe itself that we find ourselves living in. xoBrenda Clewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613195.post-1121450406483090802005-07-15T11:00:00.000-07:002005-07-15T11:00:00.000-07:00I read this having escaped work, sitting a coffee ...I read this having escaped work, sitting a coffee shop, looking out on the tiny Main Street of where I am, and thinking how much I have come to hate American Corporate Culture, how unhappy I am with the "Protestant Work Ethic" and the American sense that wealth is proof of life success.<BR/><BR/>I want to go back to Catholic culture. To a sense of balance. To cities like Dublin and Barcelona and Rome where people would laugh in the faces of the corporate clones who'd be working in a daytime office at 8 at night trying to impress someone.<BR/><BR/>After years of careful observation I've realized that working Americans have the lowest quality of life of anyone in the developed world. Oh, they have the biggest houses, the most cars, the most toys, but God, what they have given up in pursuit of useless shit.<BR/><BR/>Time does roll on, just like the tide. And the time wasted in pursuit of what is meaningless, is irretrievable.irasocolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412837280249622430noreply@blogger.com