The LTR (state record holder in VA for bench press in his age and weight class for two years running) put together a new workout for me. He sent it to me this morning. After reviewing it I emailed him back:
That's torture! I said.
No, he wrote. It's just "Enhanced Workout Techniques!"
Andrew Sullivan, call your office.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Homosexuality in the Wild
In a Fox News (Fox News!) article about scientists finding rampant evidence of animals in the wild exhibiting homosexual behavior and advocating San Francisco values, many speculate why evolution would favor such practices.
One reason may be simply because it feels good:
Clearly an activist scientist.
But she goes on:
Oh. So that's where the term "practicing homosexual" comes from.
But the one thing unique to humans with regards to homosexuality?
One reason may be simply because it feels good:
Not every sexual act has a reproductive function," said Janet Mann, a biologist at Georgetown University.
Clearly an activist scientist.
But she goes on:
"It could be a way that you strengthen bonds — that's one hypothesis," Mann told LiveScience. "Another is that it could be practice for heterosexual sex. Bottlenose dolphin calves mount each other a lot. That might benefit them later on."
Oh. So that's where the term "practicing homosexual" comes from.
But the one thing unique to humans with regards to homosexuality?
Homophobia.
Euphonic Gumshoe
Never came home from a night at Drew's place.
At least he's not been heard from on his blog since May 7.
Should we send Clarice to look around?
At least he's not been heard from on his blog since May 7.
Should we send Clarice to look around?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
No Place in American Politics
Of the picture of the voter with the Obama-Curious George tee shirt, a reader writes:Scott, for what's it worth as a moderate GOPer, I think this kind of crap is out of place in America.
But then, I thought that same thing when I saw HRC and CodePink posters being carried in DC back in 2004 with pictures of W kissing KarlRove or pictures of Laura Bush with slogans like "You can't trust her! She killed her childhood friend!"
It has no place in American politics.
Well, first, the Curious George slur.
It saddened me. That someone would vote against Obama because of his race or his supposed religion is galling. That a voter would proudly tout a racist image was painful to see. But it is her right to express her political opinions as she see fit, even if it offends me -- and it does.
But as sad as it makes me, it's her right to say it (just as it's my right to ridicule and mock it).
Regarding the HRC pictures:
It's not how I would choose to express my grievances with the Bush Administration. But I'm not sure that I see it on the equal to the Obama smear. What is so offensive? A gay kiss? The disrespect? The cartoonish aspect?
Presidents have been disrespectfully mocked and pilloried in cartoons since the Republic began. I revere Abraham Lincoln -- yet in my office hang two prints of cartoons disrespectfully lampooning him. It goes with the territory.
Or maybe it's the idea of a gay kiss that offends you?
Look, any long-time reader of this blog knows I think the HRC is ineffective, and they blew it in 2004 with their George W you're fired campaign. But I'm curious Mich-Matt. Why are you so offended that you would seemingly ban those images from political discourse?
The Black Knight Scene
"What you gonna do, bleed on me?" It's about all Hillary, er, the Black Knight, has left.
Dana Milbank, Hillary and the Black Knight
Remember the Black Knight scene in Monty Python where King Arthur keeps hacking off the limbs of his foe the Black Knight, who insists his wounds are no more than a scratch? Until he's devoid of arms and legs?
Washington Post political columnist Dana Milbank (whom I find oddly sexy, in a political geek sort of way) likens Hillary to the Black Knight in his column today, a must read.
I loved this line:
But, Milbank points out, that's about the only correct observation she has about her own chances of winning.
Obama's ahead by every measure relevant to the Democratic Party's nomination process. But, as Milbank observes:
Washington Post political columnist Dana Milbank (whom I find oddly sexy, in a political geek sort of way) likens Hillary to the Black Knight in his column today, a must read.
I loved this line:
We're here in a gym," Clinton correctly observes.
But, Milbank points out, that's about the only correct observation she has about her own chances of winning.
Obama's ahead by every measure relevant to the Democratic Party's nomination process. But, as Milbank observes:
"There is no way that this is gonna end anytime soon," vows Knight Clinton, standing her ground at the bridge.
Washington Post's Gay Distinctions
The WashPo editorializes today that the California Supreme Court "meddled" in the gay marriage debate in California.
Yes, how troublesome that the California Supremes made a ruling about the California state constitution. Interlopers.
Before I get to the substance of the Post Editorial, let me say this about the "activist judges" nonsense. I could see that term applying if the Court, bored one day said, hey, let's make gay marriage legal! The Gays will be dancing in the streets!
No, what happened here and in other cases, a minority pressed for a legal decision about whether their constitutional rights were being infringed. And the court made a decision in response to the minority. That's their job.
To the editorial -- the Post says that the California supremes:
And so the California court ruled that the government did not meet that burden. And the Post wants to second guess -- i.e., "meddle" -- that decision. The Post makes an odd distinction, saying the U.S. Supreme Court acted correctly in finding that separate was not equal when it comes to school segregation (Brown v. Brd of Education) but that rationale can't apply to gay folk wanting to get married:
Emphasis added. The key words here are "near" and "virtually" the same rights. We gay folk are supposed to be grateful we're granted nearly and virtually the same rights as straight people. How dare we question whether or not that's okay in a society supposedly based on the notion of equal protection under the laws.
The California Court looked at the California state constitution and agreed separate is not equal. All three branches of California's government are now on record supporting the rights of gay people not to be discriminated against by marriage.
It's too bad the Post thinks that "virtually" equal is just fine for gay Americans.
Yes, how troublesome that the California Supremes made a ruling about the California state constitution. Interlopers.
Before I get to the substance of the Post Editorial, let me say this about the "activist judges" nonsense. I could see that term applying if the Court, bored one day said, hey, let's make gay marriage legal! The Gays will be dancing in the streets!
No, what happened here and in other cases, a minority pressed for a legal decision about whether their constitutional rights were being infringed. And the court made a decision in response to the minority. That's their job.
To the editorial -- the Post says that the California supremes:
correctly recognized that government bears the highest burden if it decides to treat differently the relationships between opposite-sex and same-sex couples.
And so the California court ruled that the government did not meet that burden. And the Post wants to second guess -- i.e., "meddle" -- that decision. The Post makes an odd distinction, saying the U.S. Supreme Court acted correctly in finding that separate was not equal when it comes to school segregation (Brown v. Brd of Education) but that rationale can't apply to gay folk wanting to get married:
This is a far cry from the California experience with the rights of same-sex couples. The state's elected representatives passed sweeping legislation in 1999 that gave same-sex couples near legal parity with their opposite-sex counterparts; that landmark legislation has been amended over the years to expand the rights of gay couples. Before the court ruling, same-sex couples in California had virtually the same -- not separate, but the same -- legal rights as heterosexual couples, insofar as state law can grant that.
Emphasis added. The key words here are "near" and "virtually" the same rights. We gay folk are supposed to be grateful we're granted nearly and virtually the same rights as straight people. How dare we question whether or not that's okay in a society supposedly based on the notion of equal protection under the laws.
The California Court looked at the California state constitution and agreed separate is not equal. All three branches of California's government are now on record supporting the rights of gay people not to be discriminated against by marriage.
It's too bad the Post thinks that "virtually" equal is just fine for gay Americans.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Menu Change
I've said before I have no practical skills and this is certainly true in the kitchen. The LTR was traveling this weekend and he asked me to set out the chicken to thaw Sunday for dinner Monday.
Actually, he said for me to set out the "pterodactyl" as he usually buys these really HUGE mammoth whole chickens that could easily be mistaken for the giant prehistoric birds (and unlike Giant's cuts of beef which are usually so gristly and tough that they probably ARE prehistoric, these birds are actually very good). And so we call chicken, "pterodactyl."
So Sunday I dutifully complied, awarding myself good husband points for completing a honey-do task without a reminder.
The LTR just returned home and I emailed him and asked him how things were there.
He replied, "Ok. I'm a little surprised that you set out a 14 pound turkey for dinner."
Oops.
Well, like I said, no practical skills...
Actually, he said for me to set out the "pterodactyl" as he usually buys these really HUGE mammoth whole chickens that could easily be mistaken for the giant prehistoric birds (and unlike Giant's cuts of beef which are usually so gristly and tough that they probably ARE prehistoric, these birds are actually very good). And so we call chicken, "pterodactyl."
So Sunday I dutifully complied, awarding myself good husband points for completing a honey-do task without a reminder.
The LTR just returned home and I emailed him and asked him how things were there.
He replied, "Ok. I'm a little surprised that you set out a 14 pound turkey for dinner."
Oops.
Well, like I said, no practical skills...
The Onion's Election Glossary
Pretty funny.
Example:
Example:
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MoveOn.org
A company offering routine tests of your e-mail's spam filter.
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hope
An intangible object within every American that is destroyed every four years in November.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
History Boys
Two things stood out after seeing The History Boys at D.C.'s Studio Theater last night.One was the fact that (typically) of the two gay lead characters one ends up dead and the other ends up a loser and a loner. There can be no happy gays on the stage. Tangentially, it struck me as odd that the school boys would accept one of their own -- "Datkin," played by Jay Sullivan -- gleefully seeking an affair with a young male professor. The play is set in the 1980s and I don't recall that sort of openness about bisexuality. Oh wait, this is set in England, well, cheerio and pip pip. Perhaps Margaret Thatcher's Great Britain was more progressive than we thought it was.
The other thing that stood out was ensemble actor Adam Foss (pictured). He's a beautiful young man and he moved energetically and gracefully about the stage. He didn't have much else to do, but of the boys he seemed the most innocent, eager and mischievous. And he was just plain fun to watch. I hope to see him in a meatier role in the future.
Okay, I said, two things, but here's a bonus:
There's a scene where the audience is waiting for the student Datkin to make a move on his young professor (shortly after Datkin invites the prof. to "suck me off"). Man, could you feel the tension in the theater and everyone was rapt. It's one of those collective live theater experiences that make it worth going to the theater.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Queery -- 20 Gay Questions
The Blade feature with my answers to their 20 "gay" questions. Let me know what you think.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
California Supreme Court Decision on Same Sex Marriage
The right is making predictable noises on the California Supreme Court decision on same sex marriage, about activist judges and the will of the legislature being overturned.
The CA legislature has twice voted in FAVOR of same sex marriage.
The elected governor of CA, Ah-nold, supports the CA Supremes' decision.
Now the right will strike back with a ballot initiative to make same sex marriage unconstitutional. Which is their right to try and do.
And we must stop them. And the polls are moving in our direction. Winning in CA on this issue should become the number one gay civil rights issue in the nation. More important than Hillary. Or Obama.
Do you get it, HRC?
The CA legislature has twice voted in FAVOR of same sex marriage.
The elected governor of CA, Ah-nold, supports the CA Supremes' decision.
Now the right will strike back with a ballot initiative to make same sex marriage unconstitutional. Which is their right to try and do.
And we must stop them. And the polls are moving in our direction. Winning in CA on this issue should become the number one gay civil rights issue in the nation. More important than Hillary. Or Obama.
Do you get it, HRC?
Hillary: Waving to Imaginary Friends
Things must be getting to Hillary -- she's waving to imaginary friends. In a tick-tock piece Dana Milbank of the WashPo wrote about Hillary's day during the West Virginia primary:
Leave it to Clinton to take fakery to a whole new level. Hey, can't you news media guys turn the cameras and report what's really going on? Isn't that your job?
2:57 p.m., Yeager Airport, Charleston, W.Va.: A steep descent brings Clinton's plane to Charleston's hilltop airport. After an appropriate wait, she steps from the plane and pretends to wave to a crowd of supporters; in fact, she is waving to 10 photographers underneath the airplane's wing. She pretends to spot an old friend in the crowd, points and gives another wave; in fact, she is waving at an aide she had been talking with on the plane minutes earlier.Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. There is no man behind the curtain. But of course, Hillary's not the only one who does it. A reader in a chat on the Post asked Milbank if others do it too. He says:
Bush does it all the time, waving to the photographers as if he's greeting a campaign rally. What was unique about the Clinton arrival in West Virginia was how she singled out one woman in the crowd with a special wave, indicating how surprised and delighted she was to see her. The woman was a press aide who had just been with Clinton on the flight from Washington. She waved back, dutifully.
Leave it to Clinton to take fakery to a whole new level. Hey, can't you news media guys turn the cameras and report what's really going on? Isn't that your job?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
It's Appalachia
It's my native neck of the woods that's giving Obama his problems. Josh Marshall explains how Appalachia is the common denominator in Obama's losses to She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Denied. Quote of note:
There's been a lot of talk in this campaign about Barack Obama's problem with working class white voters or rural voters. But these claims are both inaccurate because they are incomplete. You can look at states like Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania and other states and see the different numbers and they are all explained by one basic fact. Obama's problem isn't with white working class voters or rural voters. It's Appalachia. That explains why Obama had a difficult time in Ohio and Pennsylvania and why he's getting crushed in West Virginia and Kentucky.
If it were just a matter of rural voters or the white working class, the pattern would show up in other regions. But by and large it does not.
Read the whole insightful post here.
How Gay Am I Part II
So gay that I pumped iron this morning while listening to "Lonely Goatherd" from the Sound of Music on my Ipod. I practically skipped through the gym.
The very fact I have "Lonely Goatherd" on my Ipod I think qualifies me as pretty gay, let alone working out to it. And now I have stuck in my head. And now so do you.
The very fact I have "Lonely Goatherd" on my Ipod I think qualifies me as pretty gay, let alone working out to it. And now I have stuck in my head. And now so do you.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Half Breed
This sentiment seems to have been present in West Virginia:
No, not everyone in West Virginia who voted for Clinton voted because of these base sentiments. But it would seem a lot of them did.
So for them, I dedicate this song:
Karen Seifert, a volunteer from New York, was outside of the largest polling location in Lackawanna County, Pa., on primary day when she was pressed by a Clinton volunteer to explain her backing of Obama. "I trust him," Seifert replied. According to Seifert, the woman pointed to Obama's face on Seifert's T-shirt and said: "He's a half-breed and he's a Muslim. How can you trust that?"
No, not everyone in West Virginia who voted for Clinton voted because of these base sentiments. But it would seem a lot of them did.
So for them, I dedicate this song:
The Blade Queery Update
Well, I completed my questions and I don't think I sound too much like a geezer. A little, maybe. I'll post a link here when the article is published.
The Blade photographer, Henry Linser, came buy last night to shoot me. I hate having my photo taken. It didn't help that I found Henry to be very attractive and his tee-shirt kept creeping up when he lifted the camera and my eye so wanted to wander to see if he had a happy trail.
Okay, so I'm old and resorting to troll-like behavior. It's inevitable, isn't it?
The Blade photographer, Henry Linser, came buy last night to shoot me. I hate having my photo taken. It didn't help that I found Henry to be very attractive and his tee-shirt kept creeping up when he lifted the camera and my eye so wanted to wander to see if he had a happy trail.
Okay, so I'm old and resorting to troll-like behavior. It's inevitable, isn't it?
Saturday, May 10, 2008
What Kind of Elitist Are You? (Mandatory Quiz for Obama Supporters)
Since I'm for Obama, and therefore by default and guilt by association, I'm an elitist.
I decided to find out just what kind of elitist I am, and took the elitist quiz. My result said:
Well, actually, my ego is much bigger than my ample CD collection. And I can play three instruments, one of the them well, one of them ok and the other, well, at least it's not the oboe.
And I don't compare everything to a freaking song. They're called symphonies, dahling. And hand me that bottle of Chablis.
I decided to find out just what kind of elitist I am, and took the elitist quiz. My result said:
Your CD collection is almost as big as your ego, and you can most likely play an instrument or three. You're a real hit at parties, but you're SO above karaoke.
What people love: You're instant entertainment. Unless you play the oboe.
What people hate: Your tendency to sing louder than the radio and compare everything to a freaking song.
Well, actually, my ego is much bigger than my ample CD collection. And I can play three instruments, one of the them well, one of them ok and the other, well, at least it's not the oboe.
And I don't compare everything to a freaking song. They're called symphonies, dahling. And hand me that bottle of Chablis.
Questions I'm Afraid to Answer
I got this note from an editor at the Washington Blade:
The problem is, this isn't going to reveal my "long history" with DCDD, it's going to reveal my long history as a post20 30 40s gay man (my 44th birthday is later this month. Mourners may send a charitable donation to DCDD in lieu of flowers).
Consider some of the questions:
7. What has been the most memorable pop culture moment of your lifetime?
Do I answer truthfully that I remember when Roots was first aired -- the first mega mini-series on network TV? The release of the first Star Wars movie in 1977? The death of Elvis? When Marcia got hit by the football when the Brady Bunch was not yet in syndication but still on the air? I can even remember when Sonny was married to Cher.
Or how about this one:
9. What item of clothing has been in your closet since high school?
I'd like to say I have nothing that I wore in high school 26 fucking years ago but today while cleaning the house I actually found a belt I wore back then with a (no kidding) tuba-shaped belt buckle. Hey, I was a band geek. But is that an answer I really want in print? Do I really need to let the world know how much of a nerd I was back then? (And looking back on it now and thinking about me wearing that belt it's no wonder I didn't go on many dates)
And then there's this one:
3. What is Washington’s best nightspot, past or present?
Well, let's see...past best nightspot: my bedroom. Okay, not really, but back in the day my club of choice was Rascals on Connecticut Ave. Three floors of gay fun, first floor dancing and drag shows, second floor bar and movies (non-porn), third floor strippers. Anyone but me remember Joey or Francois? And the LTR and I had our first Friday night date there...we ended up sucking face on the third floor ignoring (and annoying) the strippers. It's long gone now, having been swallowed by Riggs Bank (now PNC) which bought out the block back in the mid-90s.
Present nightspot? Once again, my bedroom, where the LTR and I are usually fast asleep by 10. Let me climb off my bedpan so I can take some more Geritol.
Here's one question I can answer:
Batman.
I mean, that one's easy.
Yes, we'd really like to have you be the Queery feature for next week's paper. This is where we ask someone 20 questions and then print the answers alongside an introductory paragraph and a photo. People really seem to enjoy doing it, and I know it's a popular feature among readers. Given your long history with the Different Drummers, I think you'd be a great person for this.
The problem is, this isn't going to reveal my "long history" with DCDD, it's going to reveal my long history as a post
Consider some of the questions:
7. What has been the most memorable pop culture moment of your lifetime?
Do I answer truthfully that I remember when Roots was first aired -- the first mega mini-series on network TV? The release of the first Star Wars movie in 1977? The death of Elvis? When Marcia got hit by the football when the Brady Bunch was not yet in syndication but still on the air? I can even remember when Sonny was married to Cher.
Or how about this one:
9. What item of clothing has been in your closet since high school?
I'd like to say I have nothing that I wore in high school 26 fucking years ago but today while cleaning the house I actually found a belt I wore back then with a (no kidding) tuba-shaped belt buckle. Hey, I was a band geek. But is that an answer I really want in print? Do I really need to let the world know how much of a nerd I was back then? (And looking back on it now and thinking about me wearing that belt it's no wonder I didn't go on many dates)
And then there's this one:
3. What is Washington’s best nightspot, past or present?
Well, let's see...past best nightspot: my bedroom. Okay, not really, but back in the day my club of choice was Rascals on Connecticut Ave. Three floors of gay fun, first floor dancing and drag shows, second floor bar and movies (non-porn), third floor strippers. Anyone but me remember Joey or Francois? And the LTR and I had our first Friday night date there...we ended up sucking face on the third floor ignoring (and annoying) the strippers. It's long gone now, having been swallowed by Riggs Bank (now PNC) which bought out the block back in the mid-90s.
Present nightspot? Once again, my bedroom, where the LTR and I are usually fast asleep by 10. Let me climb off my bedpan so I can take some more Geritol.
Here's one question I can answer:
2. Who’s your gay hero?
Batman.
I mean, that one's easy.
Postcards from April 08
Some snapshots of Eli's visit in April. Highlights included a trip to Akron for Grandpa Ray's 79th birthday party; attending Daddy's last concert, a trip to the Smithsonian to see Imax Dinosaurs in 3D; a trip to the Reston Petting Zoo and Great Falls. Double click to go to my pisca album for captions.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
How to Spell in Hawaiian
A few simple rules to master is all it takes:
Use all five vowels in every word.
Separate them with an L a K or a P
Use random apostrophes
It's that easy!
Use all five vowels in every word.
Separate them with an L a K or a P
Use random apostrophes
It's that easy!
She's Dead, Jim
She reminds me of the Bruce Willis character in Sixth Sense...dead but unaware..the political undead.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
How Gay Am I?
So gay, I listened to "Part of that World" from The Little Mermaid (Broadway version) on my Ipod while watching the sunset off Oahu (yes, I'm in Hawaii).
Well, it's happier than Barber's Adagio for Strings which is also on my playlist!
Well, it's happier than Barber's Adagio for Strings which is also on my playlist!
Saturday, May 03, 2008
But What's In Her Nightstand?
Hillary answered one of those Metro Weekly-like surveys that included questions like, what public figure, living or dead, would you go on a date with if Bill would give you a "pass" for one night?
Her answer: Abraham Lincoln.
Ugh. Now, I'd definitely include Lincoln in my "pick three people living or dead you'd invite to a dinner party" (I'd also invite Jesus -- think of the money I'd save by not having to buy wine). But would I date him? Nah.
I'd pick Alexander the Great. Why?
1) Hotter, beefier thighs than Lincoln.
2) A ride on an elephant.
3) Cairo as a post-date gift.
4) Three-way with Hephaestion
Sure, Lincoln would take you the theater but then all you get is blood-stained dress.
But I wonder...what IS in Hillary's nightstand? Any guesses?
Her answer: Abraham Lincoln.
Ugh. Now, I'd definitely include Lincoln in my "pick three people living or dead you'd invite to a dinner party" (I'd also invite Jesus -- think of the money I'd save by not having to buy wine). But would I date him? Nah.
I'd pick Alexander the Great. Why?
1) Hotter, beefier thighs than Lincoln.
2) A ride on an elephant.
3) Cairo as a post-date gift.
4) Three-way with Hephaestion
Sure, Lincoln would take you the theater but then all you get is blood-stained dress.
But I wonder...what IS in Hillary's nightstand? Any guesses?
Lonely Dog Night
Our big dog, Buster, came to bed with us last night.
In his younger days, Buster and his older "sister" always slept with us.
Then, arthritis made the stairs too difficult. Buster was the first to give in, and we got him a dog bed which we put by the back door of the house. Truthfully, I like having him there -- a better sentry we could not ask for. He's already stopped countless squirrels from breaking into the house.
Ranger, the younger dog, who has insisted to be next to me in bed since I rescued her, lasted longer. Then for some strange reason she wouldn't stay in bed but would lay on the floor. We'd pick her up and put her back but she'd jump right off again. Then, because of the brittleness of her bones (she's 15) we realized the wisdom of letting sleeping dogs lie. Now she's too weak to attempt the stairs and we don't carry her up any more for fear of her falling down them at night.
So it's always a bit of surprise when Buster decides to join us in bed these days. What makes him endure the risky flights of stairs? Was he having a bad dream? Where the squirrels chasing him? Or did he just wake up in a quiet house and miss companionship? Do dogs have the 3 a.m. heebie jeebies where every little thing you ever worried about rises like a specter to taunt you into restless half wakefulness? (and since dogs can't use phones, they can't call Hillary for help).
Whatever the reason, I awoke to a warm mound of fur curled up next to me. One bonus -- when Buster pants, being a big dog, the entire bed shakes, like one of those cheap vibrating beds at hotel pay-by-the-hour. Except with Buster, you don't even have to put a quarter in.
But the need for companionship wasn't limited to the canine side of the family. About 6 am I heard the pitter-patter of clawless feet, opened my eyes and saw two little hands on the side of the bed, and then a blond head came into view as Eli pulled himself up into bed and crawled under the covers between Pappa and me.
So there we were, an aging dog, two aging homosexuals and a three year old, addressing the human and cross-species need for warmth and companionship in the lonely hours of the morning by snuggling together.
If we all didn't have to pee, we'd be there still.
In his younger days, Buster and his older "sister" always slept with us.
Then, arthritis made the stairs too difficult. Buster was the first to give in, and we got him a dog bed which we put by the back door of the house. Truthfully, I like having him there -- a better sentry we could not ask for. He's already stopped countless squirrels from breaking into the house.
Ranger, the younger dog, who has insisted to be next to me in bed since I rescued her, lasted longer. Then for some strange reason she wouldn't stay in bed but would lay on the floor. We'd pick her up and put her back but she'd jump right off again. Then, because of the brittleness of her bones (she's 15) we realized the wisdom of letting sleeping dogs lie. Now she's too weak to attempt the stairs and we don't carry her up any more for fear of her falling down them at night.
So it's always a bit of surprise when Buster decides to join us in bed these days. What makes him endure the risky flights of stairs? Was he having a bad dream? Where the squirrels chasing him? Or did he just wake up in a quiet house and miss companionship? Do dogs have the 3 a.m. heebie jeebies where every little thing you ever worried about rises like a specter to taunt you into restless half wakefulness? (and since dogs can't use phones, they can't call Hillary for help).
Whatever the reason, I awoke to a warm mound of fur curled up next to me. One bonus -- when Buster pants, being a big dog, the entire bed shakes, like one of those cheap vibrating beds at hotel pay-by-the-hour. Except with Buster, you don't even have to put a quarter in.
But the need for companionship wasn't limited to the canine side of the family. About 6 am I heard the pitter-patter of clawless feet, opened my eyes and saw two little hands on the side of the bed, and then a blond head came into view as Eli pulled himself up into bed and crawled under the covers between Pappa and me.
So there we were, an aging dog, two aging homosexuals and a three year old, addressing the human and cross-species need for warmth and companionship in the lonely hours of the morning by snuggling together.
If we all didn't have to pee, we'd be there still.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Counting Yawns
Eli, from his bedroom: Daddy, come Wake Me Up!
Me: Wakey, wakey! Good morning, honey.
Eli dashes down the hall.
Me: Aren't you going to give me a good morning hug?
Eli: I have to go potty first. Then I'll give you a good morning hug. And a good morning kiss.
A tinkle a hug and a kiss later, Eli sits on my lap in my study. He yawns.
Eli: I yawned twice.
Me: Yes you did.
Eli: How many times did you yawn?
Me: I'm not sure, I wasn't counting.
Eli: Count your yawns, Daddy!
And so we spent several minutes counting yawns. Not all of them real.
Okay, it's mundane. But it was a charming, cuddly way to way to start the day before facing a gauntlet of conference calls for work.
Me: Wakey, wakey! Good morning, honey.
Eli dashes down the hall.
Me: Aren't you going to give me a good morning hug?
Eli: I have to go potty first. Then I'll give you a good morning hug. And a good morning kiss.
A tinkle a hug and a kiss later, Eli sits on my lap in my study. He yawns.
Eli: I yawned twice.
Me: Yes you did.
Eli: How many times did you yawn?
Me: I'm not sure, I wasn't counting.
Eli: Count your yawns, Daddy!
And so we spent several minutes counting yawns. Not all of them real.
Okay, it's mundane. But it was a charming, cuddly way to way to start the day before facing a gauntlet of conference calls for work.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
6 a.m. at My House
Chocolate Macademia Nut coffee awaits me (courtesy LTR) while a vanilla scented candle burns
Eli's lunch is packed next to my daily ration of Almonds. The Geriatric dogs' medicines lurk nearbye
And speaking of geriatric dogs...Buster watches lustfully from outside as Ranger finishes her breakfast. If he were inside he would push her aside and eat her food. When she was younger (she's 15) she would have had HIM for lunch had he tried it.
I Denounce Thee
I find I am filled with outrage this morning.
My parents think homosexuality is a sin. I denounce them.
A business colleague is family friends with the Rev. Al Sharpton, who in fact officiated at her wedding. I denounce her.
My partner thinks we shouldn't have invaded Iraq. I denounce him.
My former neighbors in Florida, the ones who helped us whenever we needed it and who invited us to have holiday dinners with them, knowing we were gay, flew a confederate flag in front of their house. I denounce them.
My dogs will eat food scraps found on the street if I'm not watching. I denounce them.
Some of my closest friends are supporting either Hillary Clinton or John McCain. I denounce them.
Most people I know are straight and engage in a special right denied to me called marriage. I denounce them all.
You, yes you...you who probably don't march in lock-step with everything I believe and every value I hold dear...I denounce you too.
So here I am, in complete moral harmony with my beliefs...and totally alone.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
I don't like moral uncertainty.
I denounce me too.
My parents think homosexuality is a sin. I denounce them.
A business colleague is family friends with the Rev. Al Sharpton, who in fact officiated at her wedding. I denounce her.
My partner thinks we shouldn't have invaded Iraq. I denounce him.
My former neighbors in Florida, the ones who helped us whenever we needed it and who invited us to have holiday dinners with them, knowing we were gay, flew a confederate flag in front of their house. I denounce them.
My dogs will eat food scraps found on the street if I'm not watching. I denounce them.
Some of my closest friends are supporting either Hillary Clinton or John McCain. I denounce them.
Most people I know are straight and engage in a special right denied to me called marriage. I denounce them all.
You, yes you...you who probably don't march in lock-step with everything I believe and every value I hold dear...I denounce you too.
So here I am, in complete moral harmony with my beliefs...and totally alone.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
I don't like moral uncertainty.
I denounce me too.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Madonna and Hard Candy
In honor of the fact that the symphonic band arrangement of Madonna tunes went over pretty well, in spite of being panned in advance here (see first comment), I'm linking to the (mostly positive) review of Madonna's new album in today's WaPo."50 is the new 25."
I'll go for that.
Be Gay About It
Blogger Erika (INTP) (me, I'm an INFJ) -- has revamped her already cool blog. I've enjoyed her witty and wry writing but now she has a new (sexy!) look and a new name: Be Gay About It...which is pretty cool since one of her memes is that you're as happy as you decide to be...so:
Be Gay About It!
Be Gay About It!
Gay PDA Prompts Call to 911
Gays Kissing in Public!!!!
That's what constitutes an emergency in Birmingham.
ABC show 20/20 is conducting an "experiment" on how people will react to gay PDA and sent a hidden camera to watch reax to two gay actors (and real life couple) nuzzling and locking lips on a park bench.
It was too much for this caller:
Well, I suppose it's progress, of sorts. It is Alabama. They didn't get lynched.
That's what constitutes an emergency in Birmingham.
ABC show 20/20 is conducting an "experiment" on how people will react to gay PDA and sent a hidden camera to watch reax to two gay actors (and real life couple) nuzzling and locking lips on a park bench.
It was too much for this caller:
Operator: "Birmingham Police operator 9283"
Caller: "We have a couple of men sitting out on the bench that have been kissing and drooling all over each other for the past hour or so. It's not against the law, right?"
Operator: "Not to the best of my knowledge it's not."
Caller: "So there's no complaint I could make or have?"
Operator: "I imagine you could complain if you like ma'am. We can always send an officer down there."
Which they did and the officer told not to smooch in public.
Well, I suppose it's progress, of sorts. It is Alabama. They didn't get lynched.
Stay at Home Parenting vs. Day Care
I've now experienced both stay at home parenting and day care parenting. Yesterday and today I took Eli to day care and came into the office (so they wouldn't give my desk away).
First -- you've heard the expression "pushing water up hill" but you haven't lived it until you've tried to get a three year old ready and out the door and dropped off so you can get to work on time. It's not only pushing water up hill, it's water with a mind of its own that has decided what it wants most is to do the opposite of what you want.
What rushing to get out the door means is you don't have time to parent well. Staying at home we still have our tussle of wills but I can take time to make "teaching moments." You simply don't have time to do that when you're trying to get to work in time for a 9 a.m. meeting.
Not to mention the fact that in day care not only is the caretaker going to parent differently than you but he or she has other kids to attend to.
And don't misunderstand me -- it's not like I parent perfectly when I'm with him all day (see my earlier post). But whatever quality time you might have is greatly diminished in a working parent scenario.
I know in today's world there is little choice. But I suspect one reason so many kids are fucked up is because of it.
So, the rest of the week I'm staying home with him. This will make both of us happy. "Can I go to work with you Daddy" he asked over and over on the way to day care.
Tomorrow he won't have to ask.
First -- you've heard the expression "pushing water up hill" but you haven't lived it until you've tried to get a three year old ready and out the door and dropped off so you can get to work on time. It's not only pushing water up hill, it's water with a mind of its own that has decided what it wants most is to do the opposite of what you want.
What rushing to get out the door means is you don't have time to parent well. Staying at home we still have our tussle of wills but I can take time to make "teaching moments." You simply don't have time to do that when you're trying to get to work in time for a 9 a.m. meeting.
Not to mention the fact that in day care not only is the caretaker going to parent differently than you but he or she has other kids to attend to.
And don't misunderstand me -- it's not like I parent perfectly when I'm with him all day (see my earlier post). But whatever quality time you might have is greatly diminished in a working parent scenario.
I know in today's world there is little choice. But I suspect one reason so many kids are fucked up is because of it.
So, the rest of the week I'm staying home with him. This will make both of us happy. "Can I go to work with you Daddy" he asked over and over on the way to day care.
Tomorrow he won't have to ask.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Easter and Passover
I'm used to the concept that Easter happens on a different day each year (unlike Christmas which is reliably on the 25th). But aren't Easter and Passover supposed to happen the same week? I mean, Jesus went to Jerusalem for the Passover, right (the Last Supper)?
So how is it that Easter was last month and Passover is this month? Did someone important miss an ecumenical council meeting?
So how is it that Easter was last month and Passover is this month? Did someone important miss an ecumenical council meeting?
Raising a Child With Love and Logic
My son Eli is here and I'm trying to follow the parenting technique outlined in Jim and Charles Fay's book, Love and Logic Magic for Early Childhood.
The basic premise is constantly framing choices for your child to make that are safe and gives him control over his life as much as possible. You maintain control of your child through enforceable statements (i.e., don't say, repeatedly, "eat your dinner"...say "dinner is over when the big hand is here" and take uneaten food away at the stated time). It's an approach that teaches parents to express mild sadness over misbehavior rather than anger. The book reads like something from "Up with People" until you get to this paragraph about the consequences of screwing it up and raising children with no empathy or social conscious:
Good. God.
So, I'm trying to take their advice. One tactic they suggest for dealing with tantrums is to keep on truckin'" -- i.e., walk away. If it happens in the grocery store, they say, walk away to where the kid can't see you so they will realize you aren't sticking around for the fireworks (but peek around the corner until the kid comes to find you).
So yesterday, we were in the grocery store and Eli knocked some cans off the shelf. No big deal, it was an accident. I asked him to pick them up. He then proceeded to make a game of it, putting the cans back then knocking them back off again. I told him to stop. "No, daddy!" I told him to stop and we needed to keep moving. "No daddy! Bad daddy!" So, I said, "bye!" and walked away, turned the corner and waited.
What did I hear? The continued crashing of cans to the floor. Minutes passed. Other customers were eying me and thinking "why is that terrible father letting his kid go out of control?" I expected the manager at any minute to show up with social services and haul us both away. "But it's in the book!" I wanted to shout.
Finally, I couldn't take it any more and walked back around, scooped Eli up in my arms and replaced the cans. He off course responded by screaming "Bad Daddy!" while kicking me.
I think I just wiped out his future eighth grade class.
The basic premise is constantly framing choices for your child to make that are safe and gives him control over his life as much as possible. You maintain control of your child through enforceable statements (i.e., don't say, repeatedly, "eat your dinner"...say "dinner is over when the big hand is here" and take uneaten food away at the stated time). It's an approach that teaches parents to express mild sadness over misbehavior rather than anger. The book reads like something from "Up with People" until you get to this paragraph about the consequences of screwing it up and raising children with no empathy or social conscious:
In extreme cases, these are the children who go to school and shoot their classmates.
Good. God.
So, I'm trying to take their advice. One tactic they suggest for dealing with tantrums is to keep on truckin'" -- i.e., walk away. If it happens in the grocery store, they say, walk away to where the kid can't see you so they will realize you aren't sticking around for the fireworks (but peek around the corner until the kid comes to find you).
So yesterday, we were in the grocery store and Eli knocked some cans off the shelf. No big deal, it was an accident. I asked him to pick them up. He then proceeded to make a game of it, putting the cans back then knocking them back off again. I told him to stop. "No, daddy!" I told him to stop and we needed to keep moving. "No daddy! Bad daddy!" So, I said, "bye!" and walked away, turned the corner and waited.
What did I hear? The continued crashing of cans to the floor. Minutes passed. Other customers were eying me and thinking "why is that terrible father letting his kid go out of control?" I expected the manager at any minute to show up with social services and haul us both away. "But it's in the book!" I wanted to shout.
Finally, I couldn't take it any more and walked back around, scooped Eli up in my arms and replaced the cans. He off course responded by screaming "Bad Daddy!" while kicking me.
I think I just wiped out his future eighth grade class.
Democratic Primary and Values
Some values are more important to people than others. In the Democratic Presidential Primary we've seen a consistent story -- Hillary's negatives are high, people (in PA exit polls no less) say she has run a more unfair campaign, she's consistently caught lying, and yet she wins.
Honesty and fairness are lesser values, then...to what?
Honesty and fairness are lesser values, then...to what?
Monday, April 21, 2008
Focus on the Family and Gay Relationships
James Dobson's Focus on the family likes to call it a myth that
(That's Myth Number Three, for those counting).
Not so fast, Lou! A study by the University of Illinois (my Alma Mater) shows that:
Hmm, well, James and I may actually be disappointed in that result, but for different reasons. Given the high degree of divorce in straight America, I'd hope that gay couples would be happier than their straight counterparts. But, I'll take "just as satisfied" for now.
Oh, and if my partner and I are ever in one of these tests, I'm sticking close to the lesbian couples during the lab tasks, to improve my score.
Read more about the study here.
Homosexual relationships are no different than heterosexual ones.
(That's Myth Number Three, for those counting).
Not so fast, Lou! A study by the University of Illinois (my Alma Mater) shows that:
same-sex relationships were similar to those of opposite-sex couples in many ways. All had positive views of their relationships but those in the more committed relationships (gay and straight) resolved conflict better than the heterosexual dating couples. And lesbian couples worked together especially harmoniously during the laboratory tasks.
The notion that committed same-sex relationships are “atypical, psychologically immature, or malevolent contexts of development was not supported by our findings,” said lead author Glenn I. Roisman, PhD. “Compared with married individuals, committed gay males and lesbians were not less satisfied with their relationships.”
Hmm, well, James and I may actually be disappointed in that result, but for different reasons. Given the high degree of divorce in straight America, I'd hope that gay couples would be happier than their straight counterparts. But, I'll take "just as satisfied" for now.
Oh, and if my partner and I are ever in one of these tests, I'm sticking close to the lesbian couples during the lab tasks, to improve my score.
Read more about the study here.
Barf-Inducement of the Day
If you need to shed a few pounds from over indulging during the weekend, sample this over-indulging:
“Chelsea, the gays love you!” one fan exclaimed, as she took the microphone at Bump, a restaurant and bar that was her first stop.
More Madonna
Friday, April 18, 2008
Anonymous Comments
In the Madonna post I just deleted a comment from an anonymous poster. Why? Because he (or she) made a personal attack on another commenter.
Not on my blog, bucko.
The anonymous attacker (to be know as AA) actually celebrated his approach by saying one of the beauties of the internet is it allows you to say whatever you want without fear of retribution or consequences.
Well, AA was wrong because his comment got him deleted. And I detest the anonymous factor of the Internet that leads people to say hurtful things they would never say to someone else in person. It's uncivil.
Does that mean I don't want a frank exchange of ideas? Of course I do. Still posted throughout this blog are comments from people who flat out disagree with me. Through an honest, open exchange of thoughts and ideas -- not insults -- we can learn from each other.
AA also made the point that would signing a comment as "Steve or Bruce" etc. really tell us who someone is? In many cases, no, but one of the things that has surprised me about this blog is I've actually gotten to know some of the people who leave comments. Many of them have their own blogs and I've gotten to know them through their blogs as well as their comments. One person who began commenting here almost from the beginning has become a good friend whom I've met in person. The best thing about blogging is the community it can create around ideas and interests.
So, AA, although you are safely behind your anonymity (Though I suspect you are probably someone I know), take your insults someplace else. If you have ideas you are welcome to share them. But we don't need your spiteful venom here.
Not on my blog, bucko.
The anonymous attacker (to be know as AA) actually celebrated his approach by saying one of the beauties of the internet is it allows you to say whatever you want without fear of retribution or consequences.
Well, AA was wrong because his comment got him deleted. And I detest the anonymous factor of the Internet that leads people to say hurtful things they would never say to someone else in person. It's uncivil.
Does that mean I don't want a frank exchange of ideas? Of course I do. Still posted throughout this blog are comments from people who flat out disagree with me. Through an honest, open exchange of thoughts and ideas -- not insults -- we can learn from each other.
AA also made the point that would signing a comment as "Steve or Bruce" etc. really tell us who someone is? In many cases, no, but one of the things that has surprised me about this blog is I've actually gotten to know some of the people who leave comments. Many of them have their own blogs and I've gotten to know them through their blogs as well as their comments. One person who began commenting here almost from the beginning has become a good friend whom I've met in person. The best thing about blogging is the community it can create around ideas and interests.
So, AA, although you are safely behind your anonymity (Though I suspect you are probably someone I know), take your insults someplace else. If you have ideas you are welcome to share them. But we don't need your spiteful venom here.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
DC US Park Police Goons -- Arrest at the Jefferson Memorial
All the policemens are going to be on edge what with the Pope's visit and all, but US Park Police always seem ready to overreach.
Take for example, the Jefferson Memorial midnight arrest of a woman who, with a group of friends, was dancing there in honor of TJ's birthday. Well, you say, their music was disturbing the peace. Wrong -- they were dancing to music in their Ipods they were listening to through earphones. (Hat tip: Metroblogger)
You might be inclined to right this off as a stunt -- but if it was a stunt why'd they do it at Midnight when no one was going to be around? Hey I'm thrilled that people younger than I am even remember who Thomas Jefferson was (me, having the advantage of having gone to school with him).
I know from first hand experience how thuggish the Park Police can be. One Autumn Sunday morning I was sitting with my son and our two dogs in Meridian Hill Park. We were sitting in the middle of a large lawn, and Eli was playing in the fall leaves while the dogs lounged nearby. A perfect Sunday morning.
Then the Park Police showed up. I saw her stop her cruiser on the sidewalk and she got out and walked across the grass over to us. My smallest dog, being the extrovert she was, got up, tail wagging, walked over to her to say hello. I honestly didn't know why the officer was approaching.
"Sir, your dogs are out of control."
What?!
"It's illegal for them to be off the leash."
I pointed out they were still wearing their leashes.
"You weren't controlling them. They walked up to me."
"You walked up to us. They were laying in the grass. Had you walked by, they'd still be laying in the grass."
It went downhill from there, with her threatening me with arrest. Although I'm usually pretty stupid in a confrontation, I eventually realized this was not a fight I needed, especially with my three dependents caught up in the middle.
And so, our perfect Sunday morning shattered by a thug with a badge who went out of her way to prove her authority.
Whether it's a father and son enjoying a quiet morning in a park or a group of libertarians pursuing some happiness to celebrate the birthday of the founding father who told the world happiness pursuing is okay, the Park Police is there to make sure we respect their auth-or-i-tay.
Take for example, the Jefferson Memorial midnight arrest of a woman who, with a group of friends, was dancing there in honor of TJ's birthday. Well, you say, their music was disturbing the peace. Wrong -- they were dancing to music in their Ipods they were listening to through earphones. (Hat tip: Metroblogger)
You might be inclined to right this off as a stunt -- but if it was a stunt why'd they do it at Midnight when no one was going to be around? Hey I'm thrilled that people younger than I am even remember who Thomas Jefferson was (me, having the advantage of having gone to school with him).
I know from first hand experience how thuggish the Park Police can be. One Autumn Sunday morning I was sitting with my son and our two dogs in Meridian Hill Park. We were sitting in the middle of a large lawn, and Eli was playing in the fall leaves while the dogs lounged nearby. A perfect Sunday morning.
Then the Park Police showed up. I saw her stop her cruiser on the sidewalk and she got out and walked across the grass over to us. My smallest dog, being the extrovert she was, got up, tail wagging, walked over to her to say hello. I honestly didn't know why the officer was approaching.
"Sir, your dogs are out of control."
What?!
"It's illegal for them to be off the leash."
I pointed out they were still wearing their leashes.
"You weren't controlling them. They walked up to me."
"You walked up to us. They were laying in the grass. Had you walked by, they'd still be laying in the grass."
It went downhill from there, with her threatening me with arrest. Although I'm usually pretty stupid in a confrontation, I eventually realized this was not a fight I needed, especially with my three dependents caught up in the middle.
And so, our perfect Sunday morning shattered by a thug with a badge who went out of her way to prove her authority.
Whether it's a father and son enjoying a quiet morning in a park or a group of libertarians pursuing some happiness to celebrate the birthday of the founding father who told the world happiness pursuing is okay, the Park Police is there to make sure we respect their auth-or-i-tay.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Madonna
I wrote a disparaging remark about Madonna to provoke a response from one of my three readers who is an avid Madonna fan. But in fairness, let me give the Diva her due.
Madonna is, or perhaps, was, a great entertainer. I have danced to her music in clubs and have a few of her tunes in my Ipod. I do enjoy her songs from time to time. I think she is a shrewd business woman and obviously she is way more successful -- measured by fame and wealth -- than I could ever dream to be. In this regard, I tip my hat to her.
But she has the importance of cheesecake. Cheesecake is tasty, enjoyable and a pleasurable part of life. But immeasurably bad for us if that's all we eat. And we could live without it. The problem I have is not with Madonna, it's with her legions of fans who think she is important. Sure she's fun. But meaningful?
One of my readers writes that her songs are "memorable." Well, that's true, in the same way as one remembers "It's a Small World After All" after a trip to Disney Land. The true test is if 100 years from now artists are re-recording her songs and people still know the words. My guess is not. They don't call it "pop" music for nothing.
I'm willing to bet you a slice of cheesecake on it.
Madonna is, or perhaps, was, a great entertainer. I have danced to her music in clubs and have a few of her tunes in my Ipod. I do enjoy her songs from time to time. I think she is a shrewd business woman and obviously she is way more successful -- measured by fame and wealth -- than I could ever dream to be. In this regard, I tip my hat to her.
But she has the importance of cheesecake. Cheesecake is tasty, enjoyable and a pleasurable part of life. But immeasurably bad for us if that's all we eat. And we could live without it. The problem I have is not with Madonna, it's with her legions of fans who think she is important. Sure she's fun. But meaningful?
One of my readers writes that her songs are "memorable." Well, that's true, in the same way as one remembers "It's a Small World After All" after a trip to Disney Land. The true test is if 100 years from now artists are re-recording her songs and people still know the words. My guess is not. They don't call it "pop" music for nothing.
I'm willing to bet you a slice of cheesecake on it.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Dancing Naked in Front of the Mirror
I recently sent a group of my friends the "Have you ever" meme quiz thingy posted on Cooper's Corridor. It's a series of totally random questions of the sort you're used to seeing on the Internets, including have you ever held a snake? Have you ever sat on a roof? Etc.There are questions of a more intimate nature as well. It seems my friends and me have, in common:
Known unrequited love
Like to go commando
Sleep naked
Have taken (with one exception) a naked picture of themselves
Have kissed a member of the same sex (well, duh!)
And so on.
But they all share something in common I don't. My friends have all admitted they've danced in front of a mirror naked. Not me. Hell, I don't like to dance in front of a mirror with my clothes on and my eyes closed.
Here's the deal -- when I stand in front of the mirror in my birthday suit I'm holding my stomach in so tight I'd pass out from oxygen deprivation if I moved. Otherwise I don't want to see parts of me that aren't supposed to jiggle bounce like a Mexican jumping bean on X.
I'll keep my nude dancing confined to my bed, thank you very much. And if there is a mirror on the ceiling, well, meme your own business.
Something Nice about Hillary Clinton
Someone challenged me to say something positive about Hillary Clinton. No problem:
I think she's done a good job in the U.S. Senate. I hope she has a long and successful career there.
I think she's done a good job in the U.S. Senate. I hope she has a long and successful career there.
Madonna -- Who Knew?
The band is doing a medley of Madonna tunes (my response to a recent survey of members and the feedback we take ourselves too seriously and should do more "pop" stuff -- I may have gone a bit far). My assistant is conducting it (in response to my own personal, impish sense of humor that she seems to get) but I just looked at the sheet music. Did you know that Madonna actually co-wrote that crap herself?
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Chelsea Clinton and the Combat Zone
Assume, for a moment, that Hillary Clinton spoke the truth about dodging sniper fire in Bosnia (I know, the very thought of linking "truth" and "Clinton" requires a suspension of disbelief).
What rational parent would take their minor child into a combat zone to face sniper fire?
Forget about those sleeping kids at 3 a.m. -- does Hillary have enough horse sense to keep her own daughter safe?
What rational parent would take their minor child into a combat zone to face sniper fire?
Forget about those sleeping kids at 3 a.m. -- does Hillary have enough horse sense to keep her own daughter safe?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Of Mid Life
Won't be long till I'm 44. Seems like just yesterday I was turning the big four-oh. Now I'm already almost halfway through the fourth decade.
I think the thing for me that's the most difficult about middle age is realizing exactly where you life is heading. In our teens and twenties anything seems possible and we're told to dream big.
Then life confronts you with choices and responsibilities. A course is set. You begin to travel that course, and at first, the forks you come to in the road will take to vastly different places, depending on which turn you take. As you go along, the forks become fewer and the divergence from the path you are following smaller.
You go from anything's possible to knowing exactly what is -- and isn't -- possible. The world narrows.
And that's what's tough about mid life for me. For now.
I think the thing for me that's the most difficult about middle age is realizing exactly where you life is heading. In our teens and twenties anything seems possible and we're told to dream big.
Then life confronts you with choices and responsibilities. A course is set. You begin to travel that course, and at first, the forks you come to in the road will take to vastly different places, depending on which turn you take. As you go along, the forks become fewer and the divergence from the path you are following smaller.
You go from anything's possible to knowing exactly what is -- and isn't -- possible. The world narrows.
And that's what's tough about mid life for me. For now.
Bill Clinton: Hillary too senile for 3 a.m.
Bill Clinton is supposed to be one of the most seasoned politicians, like since Caesar but you couldn't prove it from his behavior in his wife's campaign. He hurt her with his misstatements and racially charged comments in South Carolina. Last month his wife "misspoke" about being under sniper fire instead of attending a welcoming ceremony in Bosnia, a "misstatement" easily shown to be wrong when video emerged of her being greeted by a little girl at the airport, politicians and army brass. Leave it to the Clintons to elevate a misstatement into a self-serving lie.
The media derision of that lie (sorry, I misspoke, I meant misstatement) has subsided, so why is master politician Bill Clinton bringing it up again? In Indiana he mentions it in a speech, and says:
Yes, we saw it.
Okay, she was tired and it was late at night. Only, it wasn't -- it was actually a mid-morning speech. I guess it depends on what the definition of "time" is. Not to mention the fact that she made this "misstatement" on more than one occasion.
If bringing the whole thing up was mistake one, misstating the facts was mistake two, mistake three was the excuse Bill gave for her: she was too tired and aged to it right. He says (of reporters):
Crisis in the world? 3 a.m. anyone? Geritol?
The media derision of that lie (sorry, I misspoke, I meant misstatement) has subsided, so why is master politician Bill Clinton bringing it up again? In Indiana he mentions it in a speech, and says:
"But there was a lot of fulminating because Hillary, one time late at night when she was exhausted, misstated and immediately apologized for it, what happened to her in Bosnia in 1995. Did y'all see all that.
Yes, we saw it.
Okay, she was tired and it was late at night. Only, it wasn't -- it was actually a mid-morning speech. I guess it depends on what the definition of "time" is. Not to mention the fact that she made this "misstatement" on more than one occasion.
If bringing the whole thing up was mistake one, misstating the facts was mistake two, mistake three was the excuse Bill gave for her: she was too tired and aged to it right. He says (of reporters):
And some of them when they're 60 they'll forget something when they're tired at 11:00 at night, too."
Crisis in the world? 3 a.m. anyone? Geritol?
Sunday, April 06, 2008
The Office Newspaper and the John
It's a straight thing and I don't understand.
I've seen it all my professional life. A guy heads out of the office, grabs a newspaper or magazine from the lobby or reception area, and heads for the john.
Ewww.
Then he brings the reading material back and deposits it for the next, um, user.
It occurred to me recently that I've never seen a gay man do this. And I recently checked with the other gay men in my office and they backed me up -- none of us would be caught dead doing such a thing. Some of us go to great lengths to deny the fact that we engage in the practice of, well, you know. The LTR, for example, won't even admit he engages in this practice. Let alone grabbing a newspaper in front of the entire office thus announcing to everyone, "Hey, I'm going to go take a crap!"
I know this isn't limited to gay men...a straight former colleague of mine would leave the office, walk up the street to a deli and use the facilities there for his necessary thing. But he is an exception.
I think almost worst is walking into a stall and seeing a newspaper on top of the TP dispenser or hung from the handicapped rail. I guess at a subconscious level I prefer to think no one else has used the thing before me. The sports page taunts me with the fallacy of my fantasy.
And this practice is definitely a straight thing. I've yet to discover the style section awaiting me in the office john.
Hmm...I'm tempted to start leaving copies of "Better Homes and Gardens" and "Vanity Fair." Will that give them pause?
I've seen it all my professional life. A guy heads out of the office, grabs a newspaper or magazine from the lobby or reception area, and heads for the john.
Ewww.
Then he brings the reading material back and deposits it for the next, um, user.
It occurred to me recently that I've never seen a gay man do this. And I recently checked with the other gay men in my office and they backed me up -- none of us would be caught dead doing such a thing. Some of us go to great lengths to deny the fact that we engage in the practice of, well, you know. The LTR, for example, won't even admit he engages in this practice. Let alone grabbing a newspaper in front of the entire office thus announcing to everyone, "Hey, I'm going to go take a crap!"
I know this isn't limited to gay men...a straight former colleague of mine would leave the office, walk up the street to a deli and use the facilities there for his necessary thing. But he is an exception.
I think almost worst is walking into a stall and seeing a newspaper on top of the TP dispenser or hung from the handicapped rail. I guess at a subconscious level I prefer to think no one else has used the thing before me. The sports page taunts me with the fallacy of my fantasy.
And this practice is definitely a straight thing. I've yet to discover the style section awaiting me in the office john.
Hmm...I'm tempted to start leaving copies of "Better Homes and Gardens" and "Vanity Fair." Will that give them pause?
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Down Time
I've been experiencing some down time.
I mean this in several ways. I've not been blogging, so I've been down as a blogger.
I'm also down in mood. Depression is like a tar that smothers your soul, your dreams and hopes, your desire to move.
Oddly enough, I've had a wildly productive week at work.
I'll snap out of this. But until then, I'm having me some down time.
I mean this in several ways. I've not been blogging, so I've been down as a blogger.
I'm also down in mood. Depression is like a tar that smothers your soul, your dreams and hopes, your desire to move.
Oddly enough, I've had a wildly productive week at work.
I'll snap out of this. But until then, I'm having me some down time.
Monday, March 31, 2008
DC Ducks
I spent the afternoon yesterday with a friend amongst the tourists and cherry blossoms at the Tidal Basin. Tourist behavior is always interesting to watch, like seeing them break off branches of blossoms and carry them like bouquets or wear them behind their ears (note to visitors, this is not only morally wrong but it's a federal crime).
But the thing that perplexed me is all the photos the tourists were taking of ducks.
They don't have ducks in BFE?
I could understand it if the ducks were sitting on Abe Lincoln's lap in his memorial or taking a crap on the Constitution at the Archives ("Hey, mom, look, a Republican duck!").
But random pictures of ducks in water...I don't get it.
But the thing that perplexed me is all the photos the tourists were taking of ducks.
They don't have ducks in BFE?
I could understand it if the ducks were sitting on Abe Lincoln's lap in his memorial or taking a crap on the Constitution at the Archives ("Hey, mom, look, a Republican duck!").
But random pictures of ducks in water...I don't get it.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
An Easter Parody
If you're easily offended by gay camp or religious mockery, don't watch. This was made by a local theater group here in DC. For extra blasphemy points, the church scene is in St. Matthews, the church where John F. Kennedy's funeral took place and the steps of which was the scene of the famous photo of John-John saluting his father's casket.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Liberty Ave is Not Like This
I'm in Pittsburgh. Staying near Liberty Ave -- you know, where Brian and gang sashayed hip to hip down Liberty Ave to Babylon where Ted would get rejected, Emmett would fall in love, Brian would get his dick sucked and Mickey would get jealous. For five seasons without variation.So, on a Monday evening what was the real Liberty Ave like?
Grey, dead, depressed. Not a rainbow or feather boa in sight. My guess is, though, had a looked, I probably coulda found a bad wig on a large middle aged waitress in a diner.
Sheesh. Am I gonna have to go to Canada?
I'm here in PA all week. Hmm. Weird how my travel this year -- Nevada, Ohio and now PA -- coincides with the presidential primaries. Hmm....
The Preacher and the Senator
A lot has been said about the Preacher and Obama, but when it comes right down to it the best explanation is still Obama's. If such sentiments as Wright's are "endemic" to the black community, Obama couldn't walk away -- not and represent that part of Chicago in the Illinois Legislature.
Now, that alone makes him an expedient politician. But he doesn't stop there. He thinks it's time to move past the anger of victimization and the words of divisiveness and hate. And he can't lead that effort from outside.
Obama won't end racism in America. But he is a leader uniquely qualified to move us to try and make progress the way no other in this election can.
Now, that alone makes him an expedient politician. But he doesn't stop there. He thinks it's time to move past the anger of victimization and the words of divisiveness and hate. And he can't lead that effort from outside.
Obama won't end racism in America. But he is a leader uniquely qualified to move us to try and make progress the way no other in this election can.
Monday, March 24, 2008
NYT: McCain Shocker!
The New York Times is shocked, yes shocked(!) that Republican nominee John McCain doesn't talk about his flirtations with leaving the Republican Party:
Oh yes, I can see: "My Friends, I'd like to talk about why I'm the conservative candidate for President, but first let me tell you about when I wanted to leave the Republican Party and become John Kerry's lap dog."
It's fair game for a news story but treating like "news" the fact that McCain doesn't bring it up? Gimme a Break.
What Mr. McCain almost never mentions are two extraordinary moments in his political past that are at odds with the candidate of the present: His discussions in 2001 with Democrats about leaving the Republican Party, and his conversations in 2004 with Senator John Kerry about becoming Mr. Kerry’s running mate on the Democratic presidential ticket.
Oh yes, I can see: "My Friends, I'd like to talk about why I'm the conservative candidate for President, but first let me tell you about when I wanted to leave the Republican Party and become John Kerry's lap dog."
It's fair game for a news story but treating like "news" the fact that McCain doesn't bring it up? Gimme a Break.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Don't Blink
This is my son riding his first bike, video courtesy of his mother.
The first thing that flashed through my mind when I saw this was the day of his birth and beholding that flailing, writhing pink, wet fleshy helpless thing for the first time. A blank human, unable to do anything but breathe, eat, cry, pee and poop.
Blink. He recognizes me for the first time. I could see it in his eyes one day changing his diaper. Blink. He laughs. Blink. He begins talking. Blink. He crawls. Blink. We're counting steps. Blink. He's running. Blink. His first bike. A few more blinks and he'll be driving, dating and doing things his dad could only dream of.
Don't Blink.
The first thing that flashed through my mind when I saw this was the day of his birth and beholding that flailing, writhing pink, wet fleshy helpless thing for the first time. A blank human, unable to do anything but breathe, eat, cry, pee and poop.
Blink. He recognizes me for the first time. I could see it in his eyes one day changing his diaper. Blink. He laughs. Blink. He begins talking. Blink. He crawls. Blink. We're counting steps. Blink. He's running. Blink. His first bike. A few more blinks and he'll be driving, dating and doing things his dad could only dream of.
Don't Blink.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Your Dildo May be Causing Global Warming
Well, if not global warming it may not be "green" and may in fact be hazardous to your health. The problem is that most are made from PVC-like plastic which environmentalists don't like because of the toxins released during their manufacture or disposal. To make this plastic, um, soft and fleshlike, they add a chemical called phthalates. According to Grist:
Okay stop right there. I'm picturing a scene in the lab: "Uh, professor? I can't get the little mouse dildo in, the little bugger won't hold still!" I wonder if they made a "lifelike" reproduction from Mickey?
Anyway, the research shows that this chemical can cause cancer and reproductive problems. The phthalates will leach out of the product when exposed to, well, heat and friction, not to mention lipids (i.e., fat). Those of you who scrub your dildos in hot water in bleach may be turning your favorite sex toy into a cancer stick.
What can the horny-but-enviro-and-health conscious-enthusiast do?
Again, according to Grist:
You can also get a product called the "Solar Vibe," a vibrator wired to a small solar panel. "Excuse me, you're blocking the sun, and I was getting close."
The Solar Vibe would be a great stocking stuffer (wink, wink) for the green members of your family.
I thought briefly that maybe the best option is the real thing...but they come attached to people who must be warmed, cooled, clothed and fed and damn if that doesn't lead to carbon emissions!
For more on greening up your sex life, read this article from Grist.
In recent years, testing has revealed the potentially serious health impacts of phthalates. Studies on rats and mice
Okay stop right there. I'm picturing a scene in the lab: "Uh, professor? I can't get the little mouse dildo in, the little bugger won't hold still!" I wonder if they made a "lifelike" reproduction from Mickey?
Anyway, the research shows that this chemical can cause cancer and reproductive problems. The phthalates will leach out of the product when exposed to, well, heat and friction, not to mention lipids (i.e., fat). Those of you who scrub your dildos in hot water in bleach may be turning your favorite sex toy into a cancer stick.
What can the horny-but-enviro-and-health conscious-enthusiast do?
Again, according to Grist:
The most ecologically correct choices may be metal or hardened glass dildos -- which, with their elegant, streamlined shapes (and sometimes hefty price tags) can double as modernist sculptures."No, mom, that's just a decoration. Please put it back on the bookshelf..."
You can also get a product called the "Solar Vibe," a vibrator wired to a small solar panel. "Excuse me, you're blocking the sun, and I was getting close."
The Solar Vibe would be a great stocking stuffer (wink, wink) for the green members of your family.
I thought briefly that maybe the best option is the real thing...but they come attached to people who must be warmed, cooled, clothed and fed and damn if that doesn't lead to carbon emissions!
For more on greening up your sex life, read this article from Grist.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Forget Your Crosses in Urine
as bad art. How about tying up a dog in your art gallery, let it starve and call it art? That's what this "artist" did.How could those people calmly walk by?
The Clintons' Angry Black Minister
Okay, he's not actually their pastor, but he's speaking out in support of the Clinton's while calling Obama a "long-legged mac daddy" (apparently, short-legged mac daddies are not as bad) and Obama supporters as worth less than maggots.
Really. And I've never heard a minister use the word "tits" in church before.
Really. And I've never heard a minister use the word "tits" in church before.
Arthur Clarke
R.I.P.
I was never a fan, but his death is the final passing of the golden age of science fiction writing, represented by Mr. Clarke, Isaac Asimov and (my favorite) Robert A. Heinlein.
I was never a fan, but his death is the final passing of the golden age of science fiction writing, represented by Mr. Clarke, Isaac Asimov and (my favorite) Robert A. Heinlein.
The Speech
1) It was a great speech
2) It won't help him with white middle America
3) But it will with the Super Delegates. I think they were the audience for this address
2) It won't help him with white middle America
3) But it will with the Super Delegates. I think they were the audience for this address
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Jesus
Well, it is Palm Sunday.
Considered by some as blasphemous, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice's Jesus Christ Superstar does at least one thing brilliantly -- it captures a human, doubting, angry, defiant and ultimately compliant Jesus. And all at once in the moving Garden of Gethsemane "I Only Want to Say" scene (both my favorite part of the Gospel and the Musical).
Some Christians don't like this side of Jesus, but isn't Jesus' humanity sort of like, well the point?
See if chills don't go up your spin at the climatic point in the song when Jesus sings "Die!"
Oh, and hunky disciples in the beginning don't hurt.
Considered by some as blasphemous, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice's Jesus Christ Superstar does at least one thing brilliantly -- it captures a human, doubting, angry, defiant and ultimately compliant Jesus. And all at once in the moving Garden of Gethsemane "I Only Want to Say" scene (both my favorite part of the Gospel and the Musical).
Some Christians don't like this side of Jesus, but isn't Jesus' humanity sort of like, well the point?
See if chills don't go up your spin at the climatic point in the song when Jesus sings "Die!"
Oh, and hunky disciples in the beginning don't hurt.
Welcome to the Scott-o-Verse
Welcoming two blogs to my blog roll this morning, both by the same blogger -- Shannon! Check out Incompetent Advice (hardly that) and Disaffected Scanner Jockey. In the latter Shannon details her doomed attempt to become a flight attendant for a regional propeller airline:
And I almost forgot about the uniforms. Which you had to pay for yourself. They were made of a fascinating sandpaper/polyester hybrid fabric. The things even smelled flammable. If the plane went down, everyone would die. That's because there would be no flight attendants left to remind people about their seat cushion flotation devices. The attendants and their poly-blend getups would have all combusted at the first spark.
Two Books, Two Ages
I just ordered two books from Amazon. One is "Love and Logic: Magic for Early Childhood: Practical Parenting from Birth to Six Years."
The other is "The Age of Miracles: Embracing the New Midlife." The first was recommended by my friend and ubermom, Andrea. The other I found through Curtis.
It seems my son is rebelling against the restraints on his will necessary for the safe growth and development of a three year old. Meanwhile his dad is rebelling against the changes and restraints of middle age.
In his case bribing, reasoning and restraining haven't worked to well. In my case, religion, pharmaceuticals and therapy have likewise failed.
So we'll see what these books have to offer.
The other is "The Age of Miracles: Embracing the New Midlife." The first was recommended by my friend and ubermom, Andrea. The other I found through Curtis.
It seems my son is rebelling against the restraints on his will necessary for the safe growth and development of a three year old. Meanwhile his dad is rebelling against the changes and restraints of middle age.
In his case bribing, reasoning and restraining haven't worked to well. In my case, religion, pharmaceuticals and therapy have likewise failed.
So we'll see what these books have to offer.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Friday Music Game and Looking for Inspiration
I'll play the Friday music game today (where you list the top ten tunes that pop up in random mode on your Ipod) but first a plea:
Send me songs of inspiration or positive reflection. Like Ryan Shupe's Dream Big.
Sometimes my moodiness dips into depression and this is one of those times. Good music will help. Suggestions?
Okay, here's my list:
The Farmer and the Cowman -- Oklahoma (fun b'way tunes count as "inspirational")
We Are the Champions - Queen
Can You Feel the Love Tonight -- Lion King Soundtrack
Express Yourself -- Madonna
Sweet Transvestite -- Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack
Dream Big -- Ryan Shupe
Don't Blink -- Kenny Chesney
Mountains -- Lonestar
Suddenly Seymour -- Little Shop of Horrors Soundtrack
Paradise by the Dashboard Light -- Meatloaf
Rocky Top -- Osborne Brothers
Send me songs of inspiration or positive reflection. Like Ryan Shupe's Dream Big.
Sometimes my moodiness dips into depression and this is one of those times. Good music will help. Suggestions?
Okay, here's my list:
The Farmer and the Cowman -- Oklahoma (fun b'way tunes count as "inspirational")
We Are the Champions - Queen
Can You Feel the Love Tonight -- Lion King Soundtrack
Express Yourself -- Madonna
Sweet Transvestite -- Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack
Dream Big -- Ryan Shupe
Don't Blink -- Kenny Chesney
Mountains -- Lonestar
Suddenly Seymour -- Little Shop of Horrors Soundtrack
Paradise by the Dashboard Light -- Meatloaf
Rocky Top -- Osborne Brothers
Thursday, March 13, 2008
No, No, a Thousand Times No
Both the Clinton and Obama camps have agreed to the 568th Democratic Debate in Philly on the 16th, sponsored by ABC.Have you no shred of decency, Katie?
Hat tip: Talking Points Memo
A Mighty Wind
Courtesy of Curtis, author Marianne Williamson compares the two democratic presidential candidates:
Read the whole statement.The ability to inspire new thinking is a more important ability in a leader today, than simply being a "problem-solver." We're always trying to solve something.... solve health care...solve the economy... solve social security, and so forth. Yet according to Carl Jung, our most important problems cannot be solved; they must be outgrown. Just figuring out who has a better plan with which to treat the symptoms of a problem is not the one who ultimately solves it. What we need is someone with a better state of mind, who will lead us to a better state of ours.
Being swept up in Obama's inspirational ability is not naive; thinking inspirational ability doesn't count for much, is in fact naive. For in the ability to inspire lies the ability to command the most powerful forces of all. No plan, no piece of legislation, no Washington strategy or political maneuvering would alone be enough to change the probability vector of America's future. For that, we would need a mighty wind. And a mighty wind now blows.
Sex Scandal Dress Code
Chris Crain notes the stunning similarities in the attire of the McGreeveys' and Spitzers' sex scandal press conferences.
All that's missing is Spitzer saying "My truth is, I'm a straight-American."
All that's missing is Spitzer saying "My truth is, I'm a straight-American."
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Spitzer Timing: a Ploy to Help HRC?
He could have resigned Monday. No, he waited until today, the day after Obama walks away with the Mississippi primary. His delay kept media speculation at fever pitch and his story at the top of the news, bumping Obama's latest victory to a footnote, denying the Illinois Senator a chance to show "momentum." He is a Clinton superdelegate, after all. Coincidence? Or a ploy to help Hillary?
Date Ginger
But marry Mary Ann.
Remember that solution to the age old dilemma?
It may not be as prudent as once believed.
Remember that solution to the age old dilemma?
It may not be as prudent as once believed.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Proud
A homemade biovid of the man who wants to win the presidency based on hope and an appeal to our common good.
The Clintons and the Gays
Andrew Sullivan has been posting a small series on this topic. Two things I'll direct your attention to. First, Sullivan's personal experience when fighting DOMA:
And if you think the Clintons "had" to do it because of the Republican-controlled Congress, I urge you to read the account posted by John Aravosis on AmericaBlog regarding Bill Clinton's advice to John Kerry to support anti-gay marriage state initiatives in 2004.
And remember...the same people that were advising him then are advising her now.
My most vivid memory was testifying against the Defense Of Marriage Act in 1996. It was the day of the hearings. We were going to lose; we always knew it. But the Clintons told the press on the morning of the hearings that they didn't believe there were any constitutional problems with DOMA, cutting us off at the knees. Yes, that was politics. I understand. All I want to remind the next generation of gays about is: don't ever expect anything more than "just politics" from the Clintons.
And if you think the Clintons "had" to do it because of the Republican-controlled Congress, I urge you to read the account posted by John Aravosis on AmericaBlog regarding Bill Clinton's advice to John Kerry to support anti-gay marriage state initiatives in 2004.
And remember...the same people that were advising him then are advising her now.
Firefighter Saves Dog
Here's a good way to start your day, by reading about the firefighter in Louisiana who risked his life to save to dogs from a burning home and then resuscitated one with infant CPR, saving its life. At a time when we continue to be shocked and made cynical by bad faith, corruption and incompetence from our public servants, it's good to remember that there are those heroes like this guy who routinely put their lives on their line to save, not just their fellow man but their beloved puppy dogs.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Playing Doctor
That's my son, the "patient," playing doctor at age 3. Didn't fall very far from the tree, no?
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Never Gonna Feel Like That Again
Memories and Changes. The older you get the faster it seems you make memories and the swifter "now" seems.
I love this song by Kenny Chesney. It's about change. "Never Gonna Feel Like That Again."
I'm closing a big chapter of my life, leaving something I've done for nearly 10 years. A friend recently gave me a great gift of memories of some of that 10 years. It brought to mind this song:
Someone made this video to go with Chesney's music. I identify very much. No, I didn't play football, but I was in the marching band and Friday night games were a highlight of the week. And no, there was no "Cindy Lou" but I did have a thing for a boy on a motorcycle. And of course there is now a "boy who looks just like me."
Enjoy each chapter. You can't flip it over and start again.
I love this song by Kenny Chesney. It's about change. "Never Gonna Feel Like That Again."
I'm closing a big chapter of my life, leaving something I've done for nearly 10 years. A friend recently gave me a great gift of memories of some of that 10 years. It brought to mind this song:
Another chapter of my life is over
No I'm never gonna feel like that again
Time's rushin by me like the wind
Someone made this video to go with Chesney's music. I identify very much. No, I didn't play football, but I was in the marching band and Friday night games were a highlight of the week. And no, there was no "Cindy Lou" but I did have a thing for a boy on a motorcycle. And of course there is now a "boy who looks just like me."
Enjoy each chapter. You can't flip it over and start again.
A Call at 3 A.M
My mother, as I have said earlier, is here visiting. We spent Saturday, the last day of her visit, in Old Town Alexandria, touring the sites (some I'd never been to, like the Carlye House and Gatsby's Tavern (where we were given a tour by cute-in-a-geeky-sort of way Josh) and eating too much at the Chart House. The LTR made baked pterodactyl (a.k.a. a large oven-roaster chicken) for a good send off feast. We ended the evening by watching the Bourne Identity (and all I could think of while watching it is "I'm f***ing Matt Damon").
Much later, it was 3 a.m. My mom was safe and soundly asleep in the guest bed while the LTR and I slumbered peacefully above.
The phone rang.
I sat bolt upright in bed.
It kept ringing.
"Hillary?" I cried. But she was no where in sight. Damn. I'll have to answer the phone myself.
It was my father. Mom's flight was canceled (the airline called my mom's cell phone, which, by logic only understood by my parents, was with my dad).
3 a.m. A phone call and a problem. And we were Hillary-less. We had to take matters into our own hands.
Luckily, I have experience in dealing with middle-of-the-night crisis. When I was little, I often spent the night at my grandparents and my grandpa was county engineer, which meant he was in charge of the roads. In the winter, this often meant getting phone calls at 3 a.m. as road conditions deteriorated and he would have to send the road crews out and coordinate their activities. Many times I would lay there and listen as he spent the night on the phone, in his pajamas with my grandmother wringing her hands at his side as he made the county safe.
With all that experience of nighttime phone call handling tucked under my belt, I knew I had crossed the crisis management threshold and had been ready since day one of my mom's visit, I took the phone in hand. I expertly called the airline and waited on hold for an agent. I'm vetted, I told myself as I waited, phone in hand and glasses perched on the edge of my nose, giving me an aura of Clintonesque competence to my mother.
Once the agent got on the phone I fought for my mother to get her on another flight. I took on the vast flight wing conspiracy to keep my mom in DC for another day. We need solutions, not excuses I told the agent. After all "Your flight is canceled" are just words. Thanks to my experience, the agent came through and we booked my mom on another flight. I have the scars to prove it.
Yes, thanks to my experience in handling middle of the night crisis from those years I spent at my grandparent's house, my mom is on her way to rejoin my dad.
I think I should be county engineer. Hell, make that a pilot.
Much later, it was 3 a.m. My mom was safe and soundly asleep in the guest bed while the LTR and I slumbered peacefully above.
The phone rang.
I sat bolt upright in bed.
It kept ringing.
"Hillary?" I cried. But she was no where in sight. Damn. I'll have to answer the phone myself.
It was my father. Mom's flight was canceled (the airline called my mom's cell phone, which, by logic only understood by my parents, was with my dad).
3 a.m. A phone call and a problem. And we were Hillary-less. We had to take matters into our own hands.
Luckily, I have experience in dealing with middle-of-the-night crisis. When I was little, I often spent the night at my grandparents and my grandpa was county engineer, which meant he was in charge of the roads. In the winter, this often meant getting phone calls at 3 a.m. as road conditions deteriorated and he would have to send the road crews out and coordinate their activities. Many times I would lay there and listen as he spent the night on the phone, in his pajamas with my grandmother wringing her hands at his side as he made the county safe.
With all that experience of nighttime phone call handling tucked under my belt, I knew I had crossed the crisis management threshold and had been ready since day one of my mom's visit, I took the phone in hand. I expertly called the airline and waited on hold for an agent. I'm vetted, I told myself as I waited, phone in hand and glasses perched on the edge of my nose, giving me an aura of Clintonesque competence to my mother.
Once the agent got on the phone I fought for my mother to get her on another flight. I took on the vast flight wing conspiracy to keep my mom in DC for another day. We need solutions, not excuses I told the agent. After all "Your flight is canceled" are just words. Thanks to my experience, the agent came through and we booked my mom on another flight. I have the scars to prove it.
Yes, thanks to my experience in handling middle of the night crisis from those years I spent at my grandparent's house, my mom is on her way to rejoin my dad.
I think I should be county engineer. Hell, make that a pilot.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Prince Redhead
Don't normally go for redheads, but I could make a royal exception. (Hat tip: Jimbo).
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
In Vain
My mother is here (which is why I felt comfortable posting scantily clad drawings of man meat earlier as she's sticking her nose in my business in the offline world instead of doing it through my blog).
Aren't mother's supposed to puff us up? Say wonderful things even if they aren't true? Well, somebody forgot to tell my mother.
The warmer weather meant I was lounging around in gym shorts instead of sweats the other night. Now, I'm not a lean guy but my leanest feature are my legs. Hell, my legs were even endorsed by DC Metro!
So we're watching TV and my mother casually comments, "when did you get varicose veins on your legs?"
"What?! Mom, those are just veins. My legs are cut."
"Where? Do you need a bandaid?"
"No...cut, defined, lean...all muscle and vein and sinew."
"Nothing. What's 'sinew' with you?" (you see where I get it from.)
"Very funny, mother."
"Oh. Well, they can do wonderful things with surgery. My friend Dorris across the way had her varicose veins taken out."
"Ok, thanks, mom."
I think she is trying to get back at me for the time when I was a kid and I got mad at her and tried to kill her houseplants. Shouldn't she be past that by now?
Aren't mother's supposed to puff us up? Say wonderful things even if they aren't true? Well, somebody forgot to tell my mother.
The warmer weather meant I was lounging around in gym shorts instead of sweats the other night. Now, I'm not a lean guy but my leanest feature are my legs. Hell, my legs were even endorsed by DC Metro!
So we're watching TV and my mother casually comments, "when did you get varicose veins on your legs?"
"What?! Mom, those are just veins. My legs are cut."
"Where? Do you need a bandaid?"
"No...cut, defined, lean...all muscle and vein and sinew."
"Nothing. What's 'sinew' with you?" (you see where I get it from.)
"Very funny, mother."
"Oh. Well, they can do wonderful things with surgery. My friend Dorris across the way had her varicose veins taken out."
"Ok, thanks, mom."
I think she is trying to get back at me for the time when I was a kid and I got mad at her and tried to kill her houseplants. Shouldn't she be past that by now?
The Morning After
I got most of my depression about the primary in Ohio and the Caucamary in Texas out of my system yesterday. It was a gloomy day here and it matched my mood perfectly.
Today the sun is out and I'm actually feeling optimistic. About what, I'm not sure.
So, Hillary won the vote, if not the delegate count. Multiple analysts say it's highly unlikely she can win the delegate count. Of course, that also depends on Michigan and Florida. My guess is some way or other those states will send delegates to Denver. That could make the outcome very, very ugly.
My man Obama had a bad week. He botched NAFTA. He botched handling a tough presser. Every candidate stumbles. Let's hope Obama learns and moves on. He can do better. Yes, he can.
Two possible silver linings in a protracted battle with Hillary:
1) it will continue to toughen Obama up for the general
2) maybe, as has already started to happen, Hillary supporters will come to recognize the say anything/do anything to win at any cost machine that so many on the right have seen.
I'm not sanguine that will mean anything if the party tears itself apart in Denver, but hey -- I said I was feeling optimistic.
Today the sun is out and I'm actually feeling optimistic. About what, I'm not sure.
So, Hillary won the vote, if not the delegate count. Multiple analysts say it's highly unlikely she can win the delegate count. Of course, that also depends on Michigan and Florida. My guess is some way or other those states will send delegates to Denver. That could make the outcome very, very ugly.
My man Obama had a bad week. He botched NAFTA. He botched handling a tough presser. Every candidate stumbles. Let's hope Obama learns and moves on. He can do better. Yes, he can.
Two possible silver linings in a protracted battle with Hillary:
1) it will continue to toughen Obama up for the general
2) maybe, as has already started to happen, Hillary supporters will come to recognize the say anything/do anything to win at any cost machine that so many on the right have seen.
I'm not sanguine that will mean anything if the party tears itself apart in Denver, but hey -- I said I was feeling optimistic.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Flooding the Vote
Three polling places in Jefferson County Ohio closed due to flooding.
Colleagues of mine reported that turnout didn't seem very turned out in Cleveland.
Who know what any of that will mean.
Colleagues of mine reported that turnout didn't seem very turned out in Cleveland.
Who know what any of that will mean.
My Neighborhood -- Rising to New Heights
I live in the Columbia Heights area of DC. It's about two miles north of the White House, to the East of Adams Morgan.
It's a scrappy mix of African-Americans and with an influx of Hispanic and white newcomers. Shortly before the LTR and I took a risk and bought an oh-my-god-how-are-we-ever-gonna-fix-this-place-up-house, a new Metro stop went in, surrounded by several empty fields. The whole neighborhood had deteriorated after the riots that took place in the city in the wake of Dr. King's assassination.
Today those empty fields have been replaced by new condos, subsidized housing for those with low-incomes, a Target, Best Buy, Bed, Bath and Beyond, a Washington Sports Club and Starbucks (of course!) and more.
Target opens tomorrow. The Washington Post has pictures.
Crime is still a problem. My neighbors have experienced break-ins and there is, oh, you know, the occasional random shooting. I'll never forget the night shots rang out and I dived off the bed and hit the deck. The LTR calmly rolled over and said, "We're on the third floor, they're not shooting in the air." Still, I wasn't taking any chances.
Several years ago there was a rash of break-ins in our garages. A bunch of us were meeting the police in the alley behind our houses. Their advice to us homeowners: Buy guns. Ironic, given the gun violence in a city with some of the toughest gun control laws in the nation.
Then there was the night I was chased down the street by six or sevenyoung hoodlums freelance opportunists. I was on my bike pedaling uphill. I managed to get away.
Still, it's a great place to live and it just got better. Not to mention the fact that my property value has tripled.
It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
It's a scrappy mix of African-Americans and with an influx of Hispanic and white newcomers. Shortly before the LTR and I took a risk and bought an oh-my-god-how-are-we-ever-gonna-fix-this-place-up-house, a new Metro stop went in, surrounded by several empty fields. The whole neighborhood had deteriorated after the riots that took place in the city in the wake of Dr. King's assassination.
Today those empty fields have been replaced by new condos, subsidized housing for those with low-incomes, a Target, Best Buy, Bed, Bath and Beyond, a Washington Sports Club and Starbucks (of course!) and more.
Target opens tomorrow. The Washington Post has pictures.
Crime is still a problem. My neighbors have experienced break-ins and there is, oh, you know, the occasional random shooting. I'll never forget the night shots rang out and I dived off the bed and hit the deck. The LTR calmly rolled over and said, "We're on the third floor, they're not shooting in the air." Still, I wasn't taking any chances.
Several years ago there was a rash of break-ins in our garages. A bunch of us were meeting the police in the alley behind our houses. Their advice to us homeowners: Buy guns. Ironic, given the gun violence in a city with some of the toughest gun control laws in the nation.
Then there was the night I was chased down the street by six or seven
Still, it's a great place to live and it just got better. Not to mention the fact that my property value has tripled.
It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Monday, March 03, 2008
What's He Really Trying to Tell Me?
I send an email to MattyDale thanking him for something nice he did for me and he responds with:
Gee, now I'm not so sure...
Are you okay?
Gee, now I'm not so sure...
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Hot Politicians (cont).
Eddie Lucio III, state Rep. from Texas and Obama supporter.Previous episode of Hot Politicians. And this one.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Pregnant Pause
From Hotline:
Listen to the painful silence.
It was, in this reporter's opinion, the most interesting moment in today's Clinton campaign phoner with reporters. Responding to the release of HRC's new TX TV ad, which asserts in no subtle terms that only she has the experience to deal with a major world crisis, and, relatedly, to keep your children safe, Slate's John Dickerson asked the obvious question:
"What foreign policy moment would you point to in Hillary's career where she's been tested by crisis?" he said.
Silence on the call. You could've knit a sweater in the time it took the usually verbose team of Mark Penn, Howard Wolfson and Lee Feinstein, Clinton's national security director, to find a cogent answer. And what they came up with was weak -- that she's been endorsed by many high ranking members of the uniformed military.
Listen to the painful silence.
DrawFellas
I'm guest blogging over on MattyDale's Blog "MattyDale in the City" and while doing some, um, "research" for a post there I came across this Web site "DrawFellas" devoted to art and and the male form. I liked the art I found there and it provided a nice diversion from the nightmarish visions I have of Hillary eking out wins in Ohio and Texas. Here are a few drawings I liked that I could post here (most are full nude on this site, so be warned if you click over while boss man is standing over your shoulder).
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