Montana Jones

Montana n: A state of the northwest United States bordering on Canada. Admitted as the 41st state in 1889. The fourth largest state in the union, it includes vast prairies and numerous majestic mountain ranges.
Syn: Treasure State, Big Sky Country, Last Best Place.

Jones n: slang. An addiction or very deep craving.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

From my outbox

Interestingly enough, the mortgage guy I used to double check the bank called me back after hearing my news. He started singing the praises of interest only loans and other novel ways to make the rates affordable for me. Made me clutch my wallet in fear. I might 'accidentally' loose his business card.

Yes, this has been a learning experience. One of the things learned is how professionals (bankers, brokers, et al.) that you hire to watch your interests really just watch their own.

MJ

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Monday, February 05, 2007

In the Email

From: D_
Subject: Women Propose Marriage and Men can't refuse

To me this seems like a good way to go. Let's promote change in this society.

>
> To have refused, explained the old man remembering the day half a
> century ago, would have dishonored his family -- and in any case,
> why would he want to choose his own wife?
>
> "Love comes first into the heart of the woman," explained Nananghe.
> "Once it's in the woman, only then can it jump into the man."
>
> "The choice of a woman is much more stable," explains Okrane.
> "Rarely were there divorces before. Now, with men choosing, divorce
> has become common."
>
> http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/africa/02/01/guinea.marriage.ap/index.html
>

From: M_
Subject: Re: Women Propose Marriage and Men can't refuse

You sure do wrestle with some interesting demons...

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Thursday, November 30, 2006

From my outbox

Breaking anonymity is a trust thing you see. And I am probably being over protective. Perhaps paranoid is the right word. I have been very cautious and protective of my Montana Jones identity. I do not fear you coming from across town and lurking in my bushes, peering in my windows, watching me masturbate, bathe, prepare meals, daydream or live my life. The blogging in fact is about being able to share these intimate moments of privacy through art and expression and find a greater meaning in them. But this needs to happen in an appropriate context. I would never go to a design meeting with a client and ramble on about bedroom emotions, vacation adventures or finding casserole dishes. That could damage an otherwise positive business relationship. That would be out of context. Just because I can say something expressive about casserole dishes does not mean that I should do it everywhere. And that is the crazy thing about the internet; for better or worse it is everywhere. What I fear from revealing my true identity is not being stalked by you or meeting you or having you learn that I prefer to sleep in the buff; but that you would be able to expose me on some forum of the internet. Then the only control I would have over being seen as a professional or as a freak that flaunts sleeping naked would be to stop using the internet for such a creative expression. That would make me sad. There is a time and a place for expressing rants and emotions and personal details, and times and places not to. The internet tears those walls down. Anonymity builds them up again.

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