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Shirls made my PowerPoint presentation into a pdf file. I've uploaded it into the file section of my Yahoo Group. Enjoy! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/queer_the |
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So, the boy and I went to go see 2012 this weekend, because I seriously love me some disaster flicks, and this one was epic in that regard. And knowing the boy as I do, I warned him ahead of time, don't analyze the plot, because there will be plot holes, we'll just pretend they aren't there, because the plot is irrelevant in disaster porn of this magnitude. And oh, the laws of physics, lets just forget about those too, because, that's really not the point. After the movie, the boy: I counted 18 times the laws of physics were broken. Me: **eye roll** Er, but that's not the point of this post. I'm really sort of hyperaware of race these days, thanks to the whole RaceFail thing. And one of the things I noticed for the first time ever in the theater was that we white folks were in the minority in comparison to people of color as a group. The place was packed with black people, latinos, asians, people from the asian sub-continent and the middle east, and it was a really odd moment for me. Sitting there in that theater in the minority, I was feeling uncomfortable, for some reason, and I couldn't figured it out at first. And then it hit me, without thinking much about it, just completely ingrained in me and flying way below my conscious radar is the total sense of comfort and power that I have every day of my life knowing that all public spaces are mine. I own them and walk tall and comfortably in them because I'm white, and until now, all social cues have reinforced this subconscious confidence. I was uncomfortable because I realized that those days are gone. All public spaces aren't mine any more. They never really were, of course, but all societal messages said otherwise. I think I'm still gonna walk tall and comfortabley, but sharing a public space with others doesn't mean I can't. I think it just means I need to make sure I let other people walk tall and proud too? Maybe? I'm still processing that, and what, if anything, that means to me. As for the movie itself, it was interesting to me that the smartest people, the people with the most common sense, the people with the most power, the people with actual moral struggles to face were all people of color, and they didn't exist to make the white people shine or succeed. That was kind of awesome. Or at least that was my take on it. Peace. |
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I just created an lj syndicated feed for Koreanish, the blog by Alex Chee, author of novels Edinburgh and the forthcoming Queen of the Night. Alex is a gorgeous, lyrical novelist who captures pain and complexity in ways that literally take my breath away. He was also probably a talk show host in another life, and writes a great, friendly, chatty blog, especially compelling to folks interested in contemporary literature. If you'd like to have it show up on your friendlist, add it here. |
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The blog Out In Print has this to say about Lethe's recently released Pumpkin Teeth, by Tom Cardamone: "It’s not just the variety or breadth of ideas that fascinates me in Pumpkin Teeth. What I keep coming back to again and again is their execution. Entertaining ideas and plots are a dime a dozen (well, maybe a quarter a half-dozen), but Cardamone’s writing is so exquisitely right for each one that I swallowed this book whole in the space of a few hours and had to go back and read more carefully to better admire the style. Ray Bradbury (one of my heroes) came to mind, and Cardamone is as adept at blending beauty and oddity as Bradbury ever has been." Read the rest of the review here.  |
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I suppose, when I think of anniversaries, or thought of them, I probably put more emphasis on the traditional milestones. The first, the fifth, then tenth, the twentieth. That sort of thing. I never really thought there would be any particular significance to the sixth. Saturday, Chris and I celebrated our sixth anniversary as a couple. It was one that, not so very long ago, I honestly wasn't sure we'd see. The span between five and six, it was a hard road to travel, but we traveled it, and overcame many obstacles, weathered the storm, and came out the other side stronger, holding hands, helping each other along the way. Six was fought for. Six was earned. Six is a beautiful number. |
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I've been working in the photo lab for about sixteen months now. In that time, I've found my customers to be really great. Except for one couple. Perhaps, dear reader, you'll remember the thieving pair who walked out with a number of 8x10s when they were only entitled to one free one? Well, yesterday didn't top that, but it came close. Keep in mind this started while I was at lunch, otherwise it wouldn't have happened at all, because I know how to do this. A customer came in with a roll of film. She told the supervisor who was watching the lab that she just wanted a CD. However, my supervisor was unfamiliar with the program and couldn't get it to do what she wanted. She told the woman she'd order it with prints, but would delete the prints. The claim check printed out 24 prints and 1 CD. All clear and no problem, right? Well, there was a problem. The husband came in and insisted that since the claim check said there would be prints, he should have the prints. I told him if he wanted them, we could print them up, but that his wife had told us she only wanted the CD, and I explained to him what we had done. No, we were mistaken, and if the claim check said he should have the prints, he wanted the prints. He more or less blamed my supervisor for misleading his wife and kept harping on that fact, insisting time and again that we were to blame. My supervisor told him no problem, but to send his wife in, she'd be more than happy to talk to her about it. I processed the CD at the kiosk and sent the order to Picture Care Plus. There was another order up, and the whole system froze, so while he supposedly went home to talk to his wife, I had to reboot. He came back before it came up and wanted to know when he could have his pictures. I more or less told him his order had crashed the system and that now it was up, but I didn't know how long it would take. My supervisor was going to charge him for them, considering we'd modified the price of his order to reflect the fact that no prints were included, but she spoke to the manager, and the upshot was they didn't feel it was worth the aggravation, positive he would get on the horn with Corporate and generally piss and moan. I called my manager and had her ring up the sale for $0, because a key was needed to do that. Now, people who know me know I can be polite to a fault, and I have letters in my file from customers who appreciated me going the extra mile for them. Not to blow my own horn, but this is something I do for all my customers. This time, however, when the prints were finally done, I put them in the envelope and handed them to him, telling him, "Here are your pictures." No 'thank you,' no 'have a nice day,' no 'come back and see us' (God, no! That's the last thing we want!) no nothing. I wanted to figure out a way to remind us about what lousy customers this man and his wife were, but the system we use doesn't allow us to make notes, no matter what the PPL videos showed, so I talked about it with D, who comes on for the evening shift. Going back to the couple who walked off with the 8x10s, he said he'd put something in their profile which would be unseen by anyone but us. Good idea, so that's what I did. The odds of this couple returning here are slim, but if they do, the photo tech who deals with them will be aware.
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This is the info for the launch event for an amazing anthology of European gay poetry, edited by Brane Mozetic, to which I am a contributor. If you know anyone in or near Ljubljana, tell them to come! :-) I'm looking forward to visiting Slovenia again, to seeing some friends and colleagues, and especially to meeting Gregory Woods in person: I've admired his work for many years, and we've worked together in the past on various projects but have never before met in person. |
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On the most recent episode of Lifetime's Project Runway, the three finalists left L.A. to go home and work on their final collections. Tim Gunn did home visits to check on their progress. Later, the designers headed to New York for Fashion Week. Meanwhile, in Houston... ( What happened? )
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The one talent I've always wished I had was knowing how to play the piano. Not that I ever wanted to play the piano. No, I had my goals set on something bigger, but being able to play the piano was just the first step. Once I mastered the piano, I would have been able to move on to mastering other keyboard instruments. Ultimately my talent would have allowed me to perform on my goal the Mighty Wurlitzer in the Wicket City's Fabulous Fox Theater.
Unfortunately taking that photo was as close as I ever got to the magnificent white and gold console in the Fox. I did get to play chopsticks on pipe organ in my parish church. I used to sing the Requiem Mass for Saturday funerals. Since I usually was the only one to show up, the organist used to humor me by showing me how to play before the funeral entourage arrived. That was when I realized I would never achieve my wished for talents. In addition to having short stubby fingers, I also had short stubby legs that never allowed my feet to reach the pedal keys with all the low, rumbling notes. Just as well I guess, since there isn't a real big demand for Mighty Wurlitzer players these days.
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In case your local stupidmarket or drug store runs out of those anti-viral masks during the N1H1 flu season, here is an idea for a spare mask that you can make at home yourself. And it will even work for people who wear glasses. ( N1H1 Flu Mask ) But it's advisable to always keep your spare mask clean!
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I was having a good day. Mudd took me out for my birthday. We went to Harrah's Tunica. We walked in with $60, walked out with $66 and full-to-bursting tums and some slot play time. I got a new bra at the outlet mall. 44D. We got some stuff for the boys' Christmas. While we were out, Dollface did 2 loads of laundry. Our drier is broken. So we went to the laundromat to dry them. Here's where the conservation of luck comes in. My car quit running as I was trying to pull out. Fortunately, Bun's boy is a mechanic. My sparkplugs were gapping. I was out of gas and low on oil. We fixed it all and my car will turn over but not catch. So, in the morning, we're going to auto zone and hooking me up to the machine to see why my check engine light won't go off and my car won't go on. Need this fixed. It's a 2 mile walk to work, and I don't feel like making it at 3 AM. |
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[We now join Wake Up A.M.!, already in progress....] "Good morning and welcome back! Later on in the show we'll be sharing with you 5 tips that can improve your golf swing-- and your marriage. And at the top of the hour, Desmond Tutu will be dropping by to show us how to cook an omelet! "But first... ( More! ) |
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As I promised Mark, I got some shots of his beloved Penis last weekend while Chris was running around taking horsey pics. As we wandered(and drove) around downtown Louisville, I was able to view it from several angles.  I got one from the right,  then, a few blocks over, another from the left, but ( my personal favorite was from ) |
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For obvious reasons... just had to share the cover design of my next book with you all... Thumbnail size: It's a BDSM novella called "Royal Treatment" which is a prequel to Telepaths Don't Need Safewords. (Telepaths is out of print but I will release my own ebook that includes it very soon now, for those who haven't read it already.) ROYAL TREATMENT will be out soon from Torquere Press in their "Highball" line. Yes, that's meant to be Arshan on the cover. Looks like him, doesn't it? I got lucky and was able to point the cover designer at that image on a stock photography web site. Yes, I love it and am drooling. And yes, I know Arsh is a dom, but when you see what he goes through in this book... well, more on that when we have an actual book! I'll link as soon as its available for sale! Larger size view: ( below the cut ) |
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Parker got the bronze medal at the Texas State cross country meet yesterday. His team placed third as well. I'm so proud of him, and I'm thinking of his whole family with lots of love today. |
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