All my friends know the low rider
 

From the Hampden-Sydney website:

Since 1776 Hampden-Sydney has sustained its mission "to form good men and good citizens in an atmosphere of sound learning." Ranked among the country's top liberal arts institutions, the College continues to live up to its historical promise. Among its alumni are one U.S. President, thirteen Senators, and many Congressmen, state representatives, doctors, attorneys, ministers, educators, and leaders in business and industry (nearly one alumnus in ten is president, owner, or CEO of a company).


My question: how does that CEO stat really rate within college-educated society as a whole? If it is higher than normal, is this because the school instills some sort of entrepreneurial spirit in its grads? Because they can't get jobs elsewhere, so they decide to form their own businesses? Other possibilities? Does a higher stat say good things about a school or couldn't it cut both ways?

My college BF started and later sold his own business in his mid-20s. He wasn't necessarily the best or the brightest, just the most willing to take a risk on business ventures. Good for him, because he was a bit of an egomaniac (understatement), and he apparently enjoyed having his mug on Rhode Island late-night tv space pitching cell phones. Others might be squeemish about that sort of enterprise. Sort of like plaintiff's side PI work. I good gig for some, who make a ton of money, but not what many lawyers would envision themselves doing because it is perceived to be unseemly.

(I wanted to say seemingly unseemly, but I restrained myself)

Sex, Etc.
 

Both of those stories reminds me of one of my favorite coitus interruptus stories. My parents used to go out of town a lot on the weekends, and as a result, ours was the house that had all the wild parties. If there was a party going on after a football game or whatever, likely it was at our house. One weekend, my sister had some male friends who were looking to hook up and they'd drunkenly figured that our house was the place to do so. I imagine that they'd probably had some success in the past with this strategy. Anyhow, for whatever reason, the front door was unlocked. Around two or so in the morning, the guys walked into the dark, no-evidence-of-a-party-anywhere house and they decided to go upstairs and find my sister and ask where the party was. Of course, they walked in on my parents. My mother was in a better position to leap for a sheet and chase them out of the house.

My sister spent the rest of that school year having to explain that she had no idea that the guys were gonig to show up and that she didn't invite them over and that she was very very sorry that they walked in on my parents having sex.

All my friends know the low rider
 

I would think it could cut both ways. It appeared to me (but I had limited exposure) that one way in which Hampden-Sydney was selective was that it tended to select students whose families had money/social standing/power. So you'd have to control for that when looking at correlations.

All my friends know the low rider
 

Plus, you have the possibility of inheriting a problem. On the other hand, some cars depreciate so quickly buying a used one can get 'em a deal.

All my friends know the low rider
 

No slam on Virginia, but we're talking about a Commonwealth in which any male whose first name is his mother's maiden name (by which I mean all native first-born sons) is assured he will inherit the family business, which is, by definition, a "company" of some sort.

H-S grads aren't likely to move to Manhattan to make it there and, by necessity, anywhere. If you were to measure the number of alums who were presidents or CEOs of publicly-traded companies, I imagine H-S would suffer in comparison to many comparably sized Northeastern schools. It's a good regional liberal arts school, but it ain't exactly Wharton/Tulane.

All my friends know the low rider
 

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch

This is particularly true when crossing the Mexican border, and useful too, if the trunk is full of garbage you'd like removed.

Sex, Etc.
 

In yet another, gee, I sure abused my mom's good nature when I was in college incident, my mom came to visit me one weekend at school. At the time, I lived with 5 other women in a three bedroom apartment. All but one roommate had gone away for the weekend, leaving me and mom mostly alone in the apartment. I put my mom in missing roommate's bed for the night, which was near a window that opened out onto a ledge facing the street. The window was the old-fashioned kind that opened with a crank and was impossible to lock. The ledge was about 15 feet off the ground, but pretty easy to climb up to if you knew how.

Anyway, at about 3 am, two guys pried opened the window from the outside, and proceeded to climb into the room from the ledge, stage whispering "idle's roommate? idle?" At which point my mother simply sat up in bed and intoned: "No, idle's mother."

The guys (who were in fact good friends of roommate) were mostly freaked.

All my friends know the low rider
 

Bless your heart. Even a 2004 Honda Accord kicks the shit out of a 2003 - if you're looking for a Honda.

Husband's best friend said it first - he doesn't want anything that someone's farted in already.
Or had sex in.
So that's good enough for me.

Yikes! They're back!
 

http://www.sfgate.com/chronicle/pict...-thenduran.jpg

Yikes! They're back!
 

Man that's freaky. I saw that picture and immediately
No No Notorious
popped into my head.
Wow. Like immediately.
It's like the picture was singing to me.

All my friends know the low rider
 

There's a reason why "some cars" depreciate rapidly.
Renault Fuego comes to mind. Audi Fox is another. It's because they're crap. Fiat - talk about bottoming out in worth.

All my friends know the low rider
 

Indeed.

Test
 

Ignore this.

Boys and Toys
 

Here's my question about speed: when and where are you going to be able to take advantage of it? The Fugee Mom and I drove across ND and MT this summer and there was nary a patrol car in sight. I guess a fast car would have enabled me to go more than 80-85 but when else? Most of the places I go, my little 6 cyl. manual Saturn gives me all the speed I need.

I will grant you that a comfortable ride may be worth it. The Mom and I drove her car, which is slightly more luxe than my Saturn. It was nice. But given the choice between an expensive car and jewelry, nicer stuff for the Manor, or more money in the bank, I'll pass on the car. Just not a car nut.

Me?

Cool!

This particular ex had the habit of dreaming about sex and then, while still asleep grabbing whomever was in bed.

She told me a wonderful story about the time she was sharing a bed with a gay male friend of hers, and she, um, grabbed him. He was there as she was telling me this story and he recalled it quite well. The look on his face as he explained how he felt on that occasion was priceless.