Wednesday, June 25, 2008
“I have all these things that people give me,” he [Obama] says. “This eagle that a Native American woman gave me, this woman who gave me her lucky poker chip.
“They hand these to you say and say, y’know, ‘I want you to do well but I want you to help me,’ ” he says. “A guy I met wanted to buy me a beer in Pennsylvania even though he had just lost his job and couldn’t afford to put gas in his car and do a job search.”
He falls silent just a second, rummaging for meaning in these objects. He is describing people who are forced to play life’s game with no net below.
“If you are asking them to vote for you,” he says. “If you are asking for their trust, you better be serious. You better not over-promise.”
Read the rest.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
What does gay look like? - LAT article about sexual orientation correlates - or Gaydar - and the scientists who are trying to identify them.
Right Makes Might - Bookforum article about the rise of modern conservatism and three books that cover it.
But in that blog entry I wrote about my roommate (RM) going to be in DC this weekend. This blog ultimately is about envy. I'm envious of my roommate being able to go out and meet people, and get involved in things he cares about. Therefore, even more ultimately, the blog is me whining, but in that whining, I mentioned Gay Republicans.
Let me say that again...Gay Republicans...yes, Virginia, they do indeed exist. I'm sure I've dated several. And I didn't think anything of it. My roommate is friends with a Gay Republican (GR), hence the trip to DC this weekend. But I thought of this as more of a fact of nature rather than something that needed to be treaded upon lightly. Afterall, I don't use names.
I use to use initials, but it seemed that everyone I knew had the same initial, so the narrative got really hard to follow.
Well, then last night, I got a text message from my RM, and he said that the GR got an alert that someone named JP had used the phrase Gay Republican in his blog and that he needed to be careful or his blog would be deleted.
Yes, apparently, I upset some Gay Republicans by mentioning that there are Gay Republicans, Virginia!
Though, I do like the idea that I'm being vetted because RM is friends with a GR!
So, please, if you read this...join me in writing the phrase Gay Republican on the internet as much as possible. Even if it doesn't make sense in the context of what you're writing.
Those Gay Republicans have got to learn that 1) they're a joke. There is no fighting from within. 2) The straight Republicans don't like you. They are Republicans probably in an effort to get rid of you. And 3) we still have a little something called the Bill of Rights in which my freedom to type "Gay Republican" as much as I want is protected.
So deal with it!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I think I'm just jealous that I didn't get more involved politically earlier. The more I watch Charlie Wilson's War, the move I want to be someone's Administrative Assistant (à la Amy Adams)!
Log Cabin Republicans - what's that about? I get the whole idea of fighting from within the party - similarly I like to think that I'm fighting within the state, but at 33, I think I'm tired of fighting. I think I'm also posting all these pics on my blog, because I'd like to have more of a chance to have the guys in those pics and the kissing, or at least be a part of it.
As it is, I work 7-days a week. I've declared bankruptcy, and still Chase Bank has my school loans by the balls, but not for much longer: I've asked the Federal Government to take my consolidated loans over (YES!) and already I've gotten an email from Chase about how much they love my business. Oh is that why I still have native Indians (from jobs outsourced to India) calling me, harassing me for money. Bah! When I realized what the email was, I almost came myself.
And for some reason, probably because of the problems I'm having and that most Americans are having with the Market, I've been really angry all week at this book I've been reading: Just How Stupid Are We? The Truth About the American Voter. Yes, I'm on part that the American Voter needs to be a little more involved in its Civic Education, but at one point the author is discussing myths, in particular myths about the economy.
In this instance we The People believe that the Economy is getting worse but when you talk to an Economist, apparently, the Economy is getting better. Jobs shipped over seas. A small group of business CEOs raking in the dough. House-foreclosures everywhere. Yes, can't you see Americans, how much better can the Economy get? Gas is $4 dollars a gallon and although I don't drive - I do buy milk and bread and other items that see more traveling than I've done in the past 10 years. And for some reason, it's just pissed me off. Or maybe that's the heat.
The only thing that is currently entertaining me is a still from a porn movie I saw earlier (the still, not the movie). It was of a man crucified getting his cock sucked. OMG! It's apparently called Passio.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
And then sometimes I post songs or quotes, and this is one of those posts. Sometimes, someone else - in this case, Alex Geana, says everything.
I never know how personal to get on this blog. I never do. I know, being personal leads to hits, yet leading to hits is sort of a moot point. Because I know boys Google me before they go on a date with me, I tell them I'm a writer, I know they want to verify it. Hell, I've Googled guys but they often, don't have the same unique name. Also employers and clients and this post will never actually go away even if I delete it. I feel like my voice is often different from who I am, for me, they are one and the same, because my words come from the deepest part of me. But the many parts of myself never seem to work just right in the world beyond my keyboard.
Sunday, I was really sad, btwn the never ending rain and the dull spring, my point of being completely overwhelm. I just crashed, watching romantic comedies and movies, saddened that the Housewives are almost off the air, the enormity of my many projects, falling into the strange organizational pattern that involves the planning I do on Sundays. I often draft emails and plan, sort receipts and statagize as soon, sometimes, often not being able to be still.
An NYU student actually took cyber dating to the next level, by creating a virtual bedmate. Sigh. I spent a lot of my weekend wondering about couples. Also about success as a writer. Surviving on my own without the tether of a corporation.
The CA marriage laws have made me ponder about the first. Why I haven't been in a relationship for a while, a real relationship, do I hop into bed with the boy to quickly, do I seem to needy, am I to smart. I've had people break up with me, saying "I'm about to fall in love, so I need to break up." or the other "I think you're husband material." Somehow I spent the weekend watching couples make out at four am.I normally wouldn't feel this lonely. If my mother didn't remind me all the time, that I can't make it as a writer. Every time I talk to my grandparents, they tell me I can't make it as a writer. They constantly tell me this, every weekend. I can't even tell them I don't have a day job anymore because my mother says they can't deal with change. My father failed at business, my mother failed at business. So they have passed on fear, memories of my fathers many failed attempts at making money haunt me. That is the gorge I look into as I watch my new week and new tomorrow unfold. Yet somehow strangely, when the week starts, and the email starts buzzing and the phone rings and people reach out asking me to work. This fear goes away, is replaced by adrenaline and happiness, by falling into that perfect zone of doing what I love. Yet on the weekend. I am silent, strange and hidden.
For more from Alex Geana, check out his blog here
Monday, June 2, 2008
I hated working at Fayette Mall, but I love going there.
When we went to The Pub where I had my first cosmopolitan and then the rest of S's and we split a sandwich. Then off to the theater for Sex and the City.
Sex was awesome. There was a gay kiss in the first minute of the movie and then there was
who played Dante, Samantha's sexy, having-sex-all-the-time neighbor. Dante included lots of nudity, a lovely outdoor shower scene (because lovely people look better wet and all lovely people should have outdoor showers), AND the money shot - a lovely, uncut cock that I could feel coming off the screen.
Spending time with S was wonderful. We need to get out of the house more often.