Why can’t women put on mascara with their mouth closed?

In response to last week’s imponderable question, “Why can’t women put on mascara with their mouth closed?,” my ethics-in-business friend Blair retorted, “Only a man would ask that question,” to which my equestrian friend Royce replied, “That is a question only a woman can answer.”   My business development friend Ray wondered, “Not sure I even want to go there!” to which my temple friend Richard declaored, “I think the best advice I can offer on this week’s imponderable is ‘Back away slowly and no one will get hurt.’”

Now that we have that established, my realtor friend Lara challenged, “Are you implying that men CAN put mascara on with their mouths closed? :) ”

My interfaith community friend and RN Ann explained, “There's a tiny, little-known muscle that connects the eyes to the mouth.  The wider she opens her eyes, the wider her mouth opens.  It works just the opposite in men.  The more their eyes close, the more their mouths open, especially while driving, sitting in church or listening to their wives.”  My dad’s beach buddy Bob suggested, “to catch the drippings.”

My social media friend Mark daringly responded, “I’d like to know what they would do with their mouth closed.”

Please send me your thoughts about this week's "things that make you go 'Hmmm' ":

The future is already here. Is it evenly distributed" [paraphrasing William Gibson]

Life is too short for drama and petty things, so kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly, and forgive quickly.

Hal

Do you know a small business in ATL that is paying too much for healthcare (or can’t afford to offer healthcare benefits)?  As part of a solution that was covered in Atlanta Business Journal and Coastal Seasons (cover story starts on pg 24), I would appreciate an introduction to that business.

Thanks to Demetri Martin, Steven Wright and George Carlin for the inspiration for Hmmm.   I invite you to call or email me to catch up.

What is a good pirate?

In response to last week’s imponderable question, “What is a good pirate?,” my sailing and legal ethics friend Mike declared, “One who doesn’t ARGH-ue with you.”

My dad’s beach buddy Bob concluded, “One who survives.  That is why we left Charleston and went to Marco Island to escape hurricane Florence and enjoyed part of the loot we saved for the last 50 years.”

My birthday bud Jon announced, “Roberto Clemente,” to which my temple friend Kevin expounded, “Certainly Roberto Clemente, Willie Stargell and the ever-smiling Manny Sanguillen.”   And another temple friend, Richard explained, “When I was growing up in Pennsylvania, Roberto Clemente and Willie Stargell were great (Pittsburgh) Pirates. Since I have lived in Georgia for 27 years, now I would say it’s any Pirate who signs a contract with the Atlanta Braves.”

And my college roomie John replied, “Any pirate on Hal's boat!”

Please send me your thoughts about this week's "things that make you go 'Hmmm' ":

Why can’t women put on mascara with their mouth closed?

The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.

Hal

Healthcare question:  Do you know a small business in ATL that is paying too much for healthcare.  As part of a solution that was covered in Atlanta Business Journal and Coastal Seasons (cover story starts on pg 24), I would appreciate an introduction.

Thanks to Demetri Martin, Steven Wright and George Carlin for the inspiration for Hmmm.   I invite you to call or email me to catch up.

What happens when poison expires?

In response to last week’s imponderable question, “What happens when poison expires?,” my social media friend Mark concluded, “Another stupid 80’s band drops the mic for good.” 

My birthday bud Jon observed, “The person who takes it doesn’t.”

Yet my sailing from Norm replied, “when the insect, animal or person that ingested it expires” and my equestrian friend Royce agreed, “you are usually dead.”

My engineering friend Steve noted, “I think only governments with the death penalty seem to care… go figure.” My dad’s beach buddy Bob replied, “It becomes silently lethal.”

My cycling friend Ted declared, “It becomes Health Food!” while my Utah friend Bruce called out, “It is saved as your mother-in-law’s home-made gravy or sauce😳  “

My sailing friend Kurt replied, “Instead of killing pests on contact, it provides a slower passing.”

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If all is not lost, where is it?

The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.

Hal

        

Wishing my Jewish family and friends L’shona tova (Happy New Year).  May you be inscribed in the Book of Life for another good year.

Thanks to Demetri Martin, Steven Wright and George Carlin for the inspiration for Hmmm.   I invite you to call or email me to catch up.

When does sandal season end?

In response to last week’s imponderable question, “When does sandal season end?,” my sailing friend Kurt queried, “It ends? Is this like wearing white after Labor Day?”

My writing and sailing friend Rich explained, “All depends on your latitude and attitude,” to which my cousin Valarie added, “When hell freezes over.  Some places never get cold enough to shelve that strappy footwear, and if you're someplace too cold for sandals, you need to change location, not shoes.

My neighbor Al recalled, “When I lived in Buffalo it was mid-July,” to which my adjunct executive friend Lindy concluded, “It depends on where you live.  In the islands it lasts for eternity.  In the north, it lasts for 20 minutes.  Inside your home it can last as long as you like if you turn up the heat.”  My temple friend Tracey explained, “In Atlanta, virtually never. It can be 75* on Christmas Day. Keep them handy 24/7/365.”

My dad’s beach buddy Bob observed, “For some, never....they even wear them in the snow.”  My business development friend Ray noted, “If we lived in Biblical times, sandal season never ended. In the modern era, I believe the same applies if your feet can withstand the inclement weather attendant with the winter season! Just head to the tropics for eternal sandal season!”

My birthday bud Jon remarked, “When socks become necessary,” to which my engineering friend Steve expounded, “With good wool socks and my Chaco’s it never does” and my equestrian friend Royce concurred, “Birkenstocks know no season.”  My PR friend Stan added, “For some people, sandal season ends when it’s too cold to go barefoot – at least if you have sandals that have toe loops. If you don’t have toe loops or have socks with a split for your big toes (mittens for feet) and are OK with wearing socks and sandals, the season never ends.”

My sailing friend Norm  and my hiking friend Kelly declared, “In paradise - NEVER!! ⛵😎!”

And my temple friend Richard lamented, “I sunburn too easily to know the answer to that question.  For me, sandal season never starts….ever.”

Please send me your thoughts about this week's "things that make you go 'Hmmm' ":

What happens when poison expires?

The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.

Hal

        

Congratulations to the many, many volunteers and volunteer leaders that made Looking for a Noshfest a success this past weekend.  It’s great to see such an engaged community, both external and internal.

Thanks to Demetri Martin, Steven Wright and George Carlin for the inspiration for Hmmm.   I invite you to call or email me to catch up.