We can spend all day sitting around unwashed in T-shirts, and we can go hear live music at Iowa City's equivalent to the quirky restaurant (Justin on a double udu), and we can play Beyond Balderdash with a poor showing because nobody is willing to believe that the Balderdash clues would reference the Balderdash game itself, and we can be driven home just slightly drunk at two in the morning into the familiar territory of our apartment, where the nights get cold and there ain't no gold that'll ever satisfy.
Young Christians take betrothal over dating (NYTimes; gotta register).
Yet two years ago, when Kara was 14 and Casey was 20 and heading off to medical school, they pledged their lives to each other in an improvised ceremony at their church that they called a betrothal. They exchanged matching signet rings, promised to be faithful and considered their vows as binding as a marriage. Only then did they set about getting to know each other and thinking of themselves as a couple. Last month, with their parents' permission, they decided they could start holding hands.
Best of luck to them, really. But I'm inevitably reminded of the Mormon Church's how-to on giving up masturbation that was making the email-forward rounds a few years back. "In very severe cases it may be necessary to tie a hand to the bed frame with a tie in order that the habit of masturbating in a semi-sleep condition can be broken."
Go go tofu breakfast!