1) Moving back to the City. Yeah, it’s expensive, and I’m going to have to sell the car before I can really live here w/o being in debt, but I still love it, love my apartment, etc.
2) Trifecta of trips (Egypt in April with Jacob, Alaska with Kyle in July, and a Christmas Markets River Cruise through Germany and Austria with my birth mom). No wonder I’m in debt - but it was worth it!
3) McCullum Youth Court. Part of the coolness of this is being in charge again, but it’s also a genuinely awesome org that I’m psyched to be a part of it and I continued to be blown away by the youth involved in the program!
4) My year of Wine. From SueLin’s Winter Wineland Birthday Celebration to start the year off to my Wine Tasting Holiday Party Fundraiser to end it, I definitely drank more wine this past year than probably the past 7-10 combined! AND have a new fave: Pinot Noir over Cab.
5) Other parties. From the party that was absolutely amazing up until the moment someone killed our cat to the end of year festivities, I was reminded how much I enjoy hosting (and going to! why won’t someone ELSE throw a party and invite me?) a good party!
6) Thanksgiving road trip. Perfect in that it only took a couple of hours to get to our “base” in Santa Cruz, and then included fun side/day trips to Monterey and Big Sur, PLUS getting to hang out with my “El Lay” buddies AND my boy. Good times.
7) The only decent thing about Obama’s presidency: that so many gap-toothed, slack-jawed, inbred, backwoods, racists are SO upset by him. If only half of what these dimwits thought was happening, was happening, I’d be much happier.
8) Kyle walking. Even though it was “only” for a Certificate of Completion, he’s still the first one in his birth family history to do even that, so I'm still proud of him!
9) Asterios Polyp. I need to get back to reading more, but am definitely glad I went outside my normal genres to devour this awesome graphic novel. Loved it loved it loved it!
10) Good entertainment for a change. This was one of the best years for me in terms of discovering new and old “mainstream” entertainment. Awesome movies like Fantastic Mr. Fox, Christmas Carol in 3-D IMAX, Avatar in 3-D IMAX (seeing this weekend, but feel safe in putting down now!), The Princess and the Frog, Coraline, Star Trek, Harry Potter, District 9, In the Loop, and The Damned United were all amazing. Tho I only watch DVDs for TV, I continued/discovered awesome series like: Dexter, Lost, 30 Rock, Desperate Housewives, Mad Men, Heroes, and Flight of the Conchords. And my personal “entertainer of the year” is/was Ryan Reynolds. Not only is he a stud, but he actually has some range as witnessed by his roles in “The Proposal,” “Adventureland,” and “X-Men.” Oh, and he’s got a decent body, too. :)
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12/1/09
How Do I Get Offended, Let Me Count The Ways
Why do I get so offended when people say, "Beatles or Stones?" - Why?? Because, believe me, I get really offended. To me, it's not quite the fact that it's not even that close, it's that it's a ludicrous comparison in the first place. The Beatles stand alone as a group. Just like Elvis does as a solo artist.
And though I'm not like a Beatles freak or anything, I find this to be one of my "dealbreakers" because it's so appalling an idea. I mean, not to demean U2 or anything, but I think a more appropos comparison would be "Stones or U2?" - and, frankly, I think the answer is U2.
I'm not even a Stones hater. I like some of their stuff. But in terms of quality and impact, I think they're also still below The Smiths, Nirvana and probably some more--possibly even Pearl Jam, tho I'm not a big fan of them, either.
Why do I get so offended when confronted with stupidity? I mean, I don't know if there's more stupidity, or is it--like crime--so over-reported and/or witnessed that its true quantity is inflated in the public/my mind.
But, seriously, I think that listening to those stupid teabaggers at a protest (captured on film by an "undercover" prankster) scarred me for life. And I was just SO. VERY. OFFENDED that I have to entrust these people with the vote. It's disgusting.
And I'm talking more about the willfully, rather than the "innocently" stupid--if you aren't educated, well, then it only stands to reason you are going to be less open to new ideas, facts, etc., because you've had no lengthy experience with such things. But I know many folks with not a whole lot of "education" that are still plenty smart.
But the willfully ignorant ones--the ones who still blather and parrot crap told them by talk radio, even when contradicted by facts (e.g., "You lie!"), those are the ones I want to see shipped to Alabama or Mississippi or some other welfare state that consistently votes against government support but takes in WAY more federal support than they provide in return, and just let them be their own, yes, stupid, country and leave us to a socialist "hellhole" of universal health care, world class mass transit, zero waste policies, and a quality education povided through college in exchange for 3 years service to your country in the military, Peace Corps, or Americorps. I'll take that trade.
Why do I get so offended over timidity on the highway? Kyle is always hectoring me for being so "aggressive" on the road and for getting SO. VERY. OFFENDED by timid drivers. You know, coming to a virtual stop to get around the corner, sitting there like a dumb animal and/or on the cell/texting when the light turns green,etc. It's like they just don't deserve to drive. But, again, really, it's more the willful ignorance that is most annoying.
I mean, how can so many people complain, like me, about how people don't know how to use the left lane on the highway, and yet there still be so many people who don't know how to use the left lane on the highway? And, again, why do I get so offended by the arrogant, clueless, selfish assholes who cruise along at the same effing speed as the car on their right, or won't bother to temporarily merge back to the right so you can pass because, eventually, they will pass the car far off in the distance on the right.
And yet, in the end, rather than really honestly beating myself up for getting so "easily" offended, I rationalize that my rage is healthy, as it is based on legitimate things to be offended about--and that, in the end, it's the rest of society who should be asking, "Why am I NOT so offended?"
Well, Why aren't you?
And though I'm not like a Beatles freak or anything, I find this to be one of my "dealbreakers" because it's so appalling an idea. I mean, not to demean U2 or anything, but I think a more appropos comparison would be "Stones or U2?" - and, frankly, I think the answer is U2.
I'm not even a Stones hater. I like some of their stuff. But in terms of quality and impact, I think they're also still below The Smiths, Nirvana and probably some more--possibly even Pearl Jam, tho I'm not a big fan of them, either.
Why do I get so offended when confronted with stupidity? I mean, I don't know if there's more stupidity, or is it--like crime--so over-reported and/or witnessed that its true quantity is inflated in the public/my mind.
But, seriously, I think that listening to those stupid teabaggers at a protest (captured on film by an "undercover" prankster) scarred me for life. And I was just SO. VERY. OFFENDED that I have to entrust these people with the vote. It's disgusting.
And I'm talking more about the willfully, rather than the "innocently" stupid--if you aren't educated, well, then it only stands to reason you are going to be less open to new ideas, facts, etc., because you've had no lengthy experience with such things. But I know many folks with not a whole lot of "education" that are still plenty smart.
But the willfully ignorant ones--the ones who still blather and parrot crap told them by talk radio, even when contradicted by facts (e.g., "You lie!"), those are the ones I want to see shipped to Alabama or Mississippi or some other welfare state that consistently votes against government support but takes in WAY more federal support than they provide in return, and just let them be their own, yes, stupid, country and leave us to a socialist "hellhole" of universal health care, world class mass transit, zero waste policies, and a quality education povided through college in exchange for 3 years service to your country in the military, Peace Corps, or Americorps. I'll take that trade.
Why do I get so offended over timidity on the highway? Kyle is always hectoring me for being so "aggressive" on the road and for getting SO. VERY. OFFENDED by timid drivers. You know, coming to a virtual stop to get around the corner, sitting there like a dumb animal and/or on the cell/texting when the light turns green,etc. It's like they just don't deserve to drive. But, again, really, it's more the willful ignorance that is most annoying.
I mean, how can so many people complain, like me, about how people don't know how to use the left lane on the highway, and yet there still be so many people who don't know how to use the left lane on the highway? And, again, why do I get so offended by the arrogant, clueless, selfish assholes who cruise along at the same effing speed as the car on their right, or won't bother to temporarily merge back to the right so you can pass because, eventually, they will pass the car far off in the distance on the right.
And yet, in the end, rather than really honestly beating myself up for getting so "easily" offended, I rationalize that my rage is healthy, as it is based on legitimate things to be offended about--and that, in the end, it's the rest of society who should be asking, "Why am I NOT so offended?"
Well, Why aren't you?
11/24/09
Deep thoughts, cheap shots, and bon mots - the fourth.
You know, even though she's cute and all, when her face pops up on my Facebook page, to the right, saying, "Is she into you?", all I can immediately think is, "Oh, god, I hope not!" Somehow, I think that's not quite the response they're aiming for.
Which is odd, coz Facebook, a la Big Brother, usually is pretty good at "targeting" their ads. But google mail or gmail or whatever is even better. I'll be reading an e-mail from Kyle, yakking about his latest mis-step towards enlisting, and at the top of my mailbox, is a little ticker with ads and/or news stories about the Army.
Creepshow.
But, in the meantime, it turns out that putting on a sweater, or in my case my awesomely warm and colorful Keith Haring bathrobe (I should do a commercial for it!), really does mean you can go without turning the heater on/up.
But only for awhile.
I think I might be becoming a bit too fond of those 7-11 Taco & Cheese taquitos. But damn, they're good! :)
Have to give a shout out to Disney's "Carol" - very gothic (wink to Brian). Keep in mind, I'm basing it on seeing it in Digital 3-D on IMAX. I swear, time and again it seemed to be snowing between my 3-D glasses and my eyes. And, thankfully, Zemeckis has managed to fix that dead eye look from "Polar Express."
Another cool thing about it: the ghost of Christmas present looks like a cross between Jesus and Santa (of course, he's written that way), and surprisingly Disney includes the exchange between Scrooge and the Ghost wherein Christmas Present chides him for thinking mankind can do things in his name. Anyway, I highly recommend it - again, at least the 3-D IMAX version.
Best. Carol. Ever.
I have a confession to make: my very favorite "modern day" Christmas songs is Michael Bolton's "Our Love is Like a Holiday"
The latest in Excalibur's parking spot: tonight, in the same area on Hyde, but a large space, the guy still had to have his buddy get out and "direct" him into it. It was comical; he had at least 4-6 feet behind him.
Later, across the street, a Smart car got into a space that only a Smart car could have gotten into. I couldn't have even gotten my Mini in it! But my thing about Smart cars is they are TOO small. I see them on the freeway and I immediately think of some dark animated cartoon wherein the Smart car is coming to a stop but accidentally bumps slightly the car in front causing the Smart car to burst into flames.
So the latest episode of "Dexter" (and latest, for me, is Season 3, Disc 2, Episode 8) had a very touching and yet distressing storyline wherein a dear friend of Dexter's--a sweet old lady, natch--asks him to put her out of her end stage lung cancer misery. And of course Dexter's all torn up coz it doesn't fit his "code."
I can imagine very few more horrible positions in which to be put. I can't even begin to fathom how I would cope with such a request. There was an exchange that implied it would be easier to do for someone you really love, that if they were in horrible pain, and all knew it was only a matter of time, that you could more "easily" do it because of that love.
Personally, I don't see it. If, for example, Kyle were begging me to "help" end his life, I can only imagine I would be so devastated at the prospect of him dying that there is no way I could contribute to it without having some kind of breakdown afterwards.
Curious to hear what others think about this. Could you "help" someone in this way? What would it take? Would it be easier or harder to do it for someone you REALLY loved?
Discuss.
Which is odd, coz Facebook, a la Big Brother, usually is pretty good at "targeting" their ads. But google mail or gmail or whatever is even better. I'll be reading an e-mail from Kyle, yakking about his latest mis-step towards enlisting, and at the top of my mailbox, is a little ticker with ads and/or news stories about the Army.
Creepshow.
But, in the meantime, it turns out that putting on a sweater, or in my case my awesomely warm and colorful Keith Haring bathrobe (I should do a commercial for it!), really does mean you can go without turning the heater on/up.
But only for awhile.
I think I might be becoming a bit too fond of those 7-11 Taco & Cheese taquitos. But damn, they're good! :)
Have to give a shout out to Disney's "Carol" - very gothic (wink to Brian). Keep in mind, I'm basing it on seeing it in Digital 3-D on IMAX. I swear, time and again it seemed to be snowing between my 3-D glasses and my eyes. And, thankfully, Zemeckis has managed to fix that dead eye look from "Polar Express."
Another cool thing about it: the ghost of Christmas present looks like a cross between Jesus and Santa (of course, he's written that way), and surprisingly Disney includes the exchange between Scrooge and the Ghost wherein Christmas Present chides him for thinking mankind can do things in his name. Anyway, I highly recommend it - again, at least the 3-D IMAX version.
Best. Carol. Ever.
I have a confession to make: my very favorite "modern day" Christmas songs is Michael Bolton's "Our Love is Like a Holiday"
The latest in Excalibur's parking spot: tonight, in the same area on Hyde, but a large space, the guy still had to have his buddy get out and "direct" him into it. It was comical; he had at least 4-6 feet behind him.
Later, across the street, a Smart car got into a space that only a Smart car could have gotten into. I couldn't have even gotten my Mini in it! But my thing about Smart cars is they are TOO small. I see them on the freeway and I immediately think of some dark animated cartoon wherein the Smart car is coming to a stop but accidentally bumps slightly the car in front causing the Smart car to burst into flames.
So the latest episode of "Dexter" (and latest, for me, is Season 3, Disc 2, Episode 8) had a very touching and yet distressing storyline wherein a dear friend of Dexter's--a sweet old lady, natch--asks him to put her out of her end stage lung cancer misery. And of course Dexter's all torn up coz it doesn't fit his "code."
I can imagine very few more horrible positions in which to be put. I can't even begin to fathom how I would cope with such a request. There was an exchange that implied it would be easier to do for someone you really love, that if they were in horrible pain, and all knew it was only a matter of time, that you could more "easily" do it because of that love.
Personally, I don't see it. If, for example, Kyle were begging me to "help" end his life, I can only imagine I would be so devastated at the prospect of him dying that there is no way I could contribute to it without having some kind of breakdown afterwards.
Curious to hear what others think about this. Could you "help" someone in this way? What would it take? Would it be easier or harder to do it for someone you REALLY loved?
Discuss.
10/29/09
10 Things I Don't Hate About Sonomarin
No, I wasn't trying to be snarky, I was trying to play off that "10 Things I Hate About You" which I just now remembered had a very young, extra cute Heath Ledger in it. With....oh god, what was her name that improbably popped up in a Bourney Identity movie - or was it a Mission Impossible movie?
ANYWAY, so here's my "long awaited" Top Ten Things I Miss From Sonomarin; I'm combining the counties coz I lived in Sonoma but worked in Marin.
1) The parking. Sorry SueLin, but my recent hideously expensive towing incident bumps you out of the top spot. I sometimes, maybe had to walk 3-4 blocks when I parked in downtown Petaluma. And of course at home, I had a garage.
2) My friend SueLin. I realized the other night that even tho we've known each other for TWENTY-SIX YEARS now, this past year was the first time we'd lived in the same city since 1991. Although I already knew this about her, it was, of course, awesome to be able to spend time again with someone so smart, funny, generous......excuse me I have something in my eye! :)
3) My friend Lorrie. My only other friend in Petaluma. You could say, "How sad," OR you could say, "Well, how lucky you were to have two such fantastic people as SueLin and Lorrie for friends that you didn't even need any more friends!" I prefer to think of it as the latter.
4) My friend Mary. Mary is a ROCK STAR at Conservation Corps North Bay, and I am lucky that, for my year plus there, I had her there not only for support for my rants about Kyle and Sonomarin drivers, but also as a VERY helpful friend when Kyle and I lost our cat.
Break: the good thing about the above three, is I can still see them - but they're on the list coz I don't get to see them as much!
5) The wine. I mean, I can get wine here, and I'm trying to get back in the habit, but when you live up in Sonoma, you just kind of HAVE to drink wine more often! :)
6) The townhouse I had. Don't think I've ever lived in a place that was three stories before. It was kinda cool just for that, but also had a fabulous kitchen - probably the best I've ever had, and great amenities in the complex. Something that size, with the garage and those amenities, would probably run at least $2700 here. Welcome back to the City!
7) CCNB. Conservation Corps North Bay is an awesome organization doing amazing work and having a significant impact on the earth and our youth. I'm glad I got to be a part of it for awhile!
8) The quiet. While I love the bustle and hubub and vibrancy of the City, and have acclimated to the not-really-so-bad-most-of-the-time sound from the streets, it's still annoying on those nights when more than one siren goes by. Of course, I could live in the Sunset or Richmond if I wantedzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. :)
9) Papa John's. Yes, SueLin, there are some good restaurants in Petaluma, as well as in Marin, but I miss most the convenience of the Papa John's right down the street coz baking it yourself is not only cheaper, but taste better/fresher. Wow, I could do a commercial for them! Oh, wait, I guess I just did.
10) My boy. I saved him for last coz he's really, actually, the most important. Although Kyle still has some, er, life lessons to learn, I still love the little brat something fierce and miss him every single day!
So it may not be a very glamorous list, and of course is half-populated with people, but I did enjoy my time in Sonomarin overall. Word.
ANYWAY, so here's my "long awaited" Top Ten Things I Miss From Sonomarin; I'm combining the counties coz I lived in Sonoma but worked in Marin.
1) The parking. Sorry SueLin, but my recent hideously expensive towing incident bumps you out of the top spot. I sometimes, maybe had to walk 3-4 blocks when I parked in downtown Petaluma. And of course at home, I had a garage.
2) My friend SueLin. I realized the other night that even tho we've known each other for TWENTY-SIX YEARS now, this past year was the first time we'd lived in the same city since 1991. Although I already knew this about her, it was, of course, awesome to be able to spend time again with someone so smart, funny, generous......excuse me I have something in my eye! :)
3) My friend Lorrie. My only other friend in Petaluma. You could say, "How sad," OR you could say, "Well, how lucky you were to have two such fantastic people as SueLin and Lorrie for friends that you didn't even need any more friends!" I prefer to think of it as the latter.
4) My friend Mary. Mary is a ROCK STAR at Conservation Corps North Bay, and I am lucky that, for my year plus there, I had her there not only for support for my rants about Kyle and Sonomarin drivers, but also as a VERY helpful friend when Kyle and I lost our cat.
Break: the good thing about the above three, is I can still see them - but they're on the list coz I don't get to see them as much!
5) The wine. I mean, I can get wine here, and I'm trying to get back in the habit, but when you live up in Sonoma, you just kind of HAVE to drink wine more often! :)
6) The townhouse I had. Don't think I've ever lived in a place that was three stories before. It was kinda cool just for that, but also had a fabulous kitchen - probably the best I've ever had, and great amenities in the complex. Something that size, with the garage and those amenities, would probably run at least $2700 here. Welcome back to the City!
7) CCNB. Conservation Corps North Bay is an awesome organization doing amazing work and having a significant impact on the earth and our youth. I'm glad I got to be a part of it for awhile!
8) The quiet. While I love the bustle and hubub and vibrancy of the City, and have acclimated to the not-really-so-bad-most-of-the-time sound from the streets, it's still annoying on those nights when more than one siren goes by. Of course, I could live in the Sunset or Richmond if I wantedzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. :)
9) Papa John's. Yes, SueLin, there are some good restaurants in Petaluma, as well as in Marin, but I miss most the convenience of the Papa John's right down the street coz baking it yourself is not only cheaper, but taste better/fresher. Wow, I could do a commercial for them! Oh, wait, I guess I just did.
10) My boy. I saved him for last coz he's really, actually, the most important. Although Kyle still has some, er, life lessons to learn, I still love the little brat something fierce and miss him every single day!
So it may not be a very glamorous list, and of course is half-populated with people, but I did enjoy my time in Sonomarin overall. Word.
9/21/09
Deep thoughts, cheap shots, and bon mots - the second
So whose clever idea was it for me to move back in to the City, start grad school back up again, and start a new job back at Director level, all within the course of a month? I mean, I do like keeping busy, but....
Anyway, as a result, my blogging is going to be scaled back to twice a week--at least for now. Yeah, I know, boo hoo! :)
In other news, for some reason--so far, at least--I have yet to be capable of writing about what's going on with Kyle. I guess it's just so appalling I want to escape thinking about it as much as possible. What's wild is I'm hearing from quite a few people that his/our story is not really so unusual--at least in regards to Kyle's...er...um...."lack of succes." Can't decide if that makes me feel better or not.
Saw "The Hoax" the other night and am struck at another example of the decline and fall of the American Empire. In "the old days" we had much more interesting crazy rich people like Howard Hughes - which makes the descent to Paris Hilton that much more deplorable.
Although I'm a little late to the party, I have to agree that "Mad Men" is an excellent show. The acting, the sense of place (NYC), and especially time (1960)....and my GAWD the smoking! It's amazing to think people used to smoke like that! And the sexism! Unbelievable!
So I've finally come up with a good, simple, and yet comprehensive, driving rule that will address a myriad of issues--from people not utilizing the left lane on the highway properly, to taking corners too slowly, to not turning right on red, to not accelerating on hills to maintain their speed, etc. The new rule is this: Just Get The Fuck Out of My Way! Look for it soon in the CA DMV manual.
Have to give a shout out to District 9 - definitely one of the more original Sci-Fi movies I've seen in some time. And also has some telling lessons on compassion, bigotry, and just what it is that makes us human.
Finally, I don't know if it's the worsening civility in this country, but I find myself considering turning vigilante. As most of you may know, parking in the City is a challenge at best. So it is all the more frustrating and annoying to see the losers who park right in the middle of a space between two driveways, when if they'd just pulled forward or backwards, another car could fit in front or behind. I saw just such a scenario tonightright across the street from my apartment.
I was in such a rage I wanted to either let the air out of a tire or even key the effing car! Instead, I left a snitty note on their windshield "thanking" them for being so considerate and warning them that if I saw them parked like that again, I wouldn't be so "forgiving" next time.
So here's my question: technically, what they did is not illegal--and yet, they have a neghborhood parking sticker, they have to know how difficult it is to find parking and now they've been--granted, not so politely--chastised; so would I be justified in "punishing" them if I saw them do it again? Discuss.
I honestly feel like part of why people are so selfish and clueless nowadays is because no one is called on their shit and we've been "psyched out" of using shame anymore. When I was young, I was definitely made to feel ashamed when I did something wrong. There was none of this "validation of my feelings" and/or concern to not send one into a "shame spiral." And that's probably why people like Venus Williams and Kanye West and that dick of a SC congressman pull the shit they do.
Word.
Anyway, as a result, my blogging is going to be scaled back to twice a week--at least for now. Yeah, I know, boo hoo! :)
In other news, for some reason--so far, at least--I have yet to be capable of writing about what's going on with Kyle. I guess it's just so appalling I want to escape thinking about it as much as possible. What's wild is I'm hearing from quite a few people that his/our story is not really so unusual--at least in regards to Kyle's...er...um...."lack of succes." Can't decide if that makes me feel better or not.
Saw "The Hoax" the other night and am struck at another example of the decline and fall of the American Empire. In "the old days" we had much more interesting crazy rich people like Howard Hughes - which makes the descent to Paris Hilton that much more deplorable.
Although I'm a little late to the party, I have to agree that "Mad Men" is an excellent show. The acting, the sense of place (NYC), and especially time (1960)....and my GAWD the smoking! It's amazing to think people used to smoke like that! And the sexism! Unbelievable!
So I've finally come up with a good, simple, and yet comprehensive, driving rule that will address a myriad of issues--from people not utilizing the left lane on the highway properly, to taking corners too slowly, to not turning right on red, to not accelerating on hills to maintain their speed, etc. The new rule is this: Just Get The Fuck Out of My Way! Look for it soon in the CA DMV manual.
Have to give a shout out to District 9 - definitely one of the more original Sci-Fi movies I've seen in some time. And also has some telling lessons on compassion, bigotry, and just what it is that makes us human.
Finally, I don't know if it's the worsening civility in this country, but I find myself considering turning vigilante. As most of you may know, parking in the City is a challenge at best. So it is all the more frustrating and annoying to see the losers who park right in the middle of a space between two driveways, when if they'd just pulled forward or backwards, another car could fit in front or behind. I saw just such a scenario tonightright across the street from my apartment.
I was in such a rage I wanted to either let the air out of a tire or even key the effing car! Instead, I left a snitty note on their windshield "thanking" them for being so considerate and warning them that if I saw them parked like that again, I wouldn't be so "forgiving" next time.
So here's my question: technically, what they did is not illegal--and yet, they have a neghborhood parking sticker, they have to know how difficult it is to find parking and now they've been--granted, not so politely--chastised; so would I be justified in "punishing" them if I saw them do it again? Discuss.
I honestly feel like part of why people are so selfish and clueless nowadays is because no one is called on their shit and we've been "psyched out" of using shame anymore. When I was young, I was definitely made to feel ashamed when I did something wrong. There was none of this "validation of my feelings" and/or concern to not send one into a "shame spiral." And that's probably why people like Venus Williams and Kanye West and that dick of a SC congressman pull the shit they do.
Word.
8/16/09
Back in the City
So "Freedom! Horrible, horrible freedom!" relates primarily to me being back in San Francisco (after a 7-year hiatus) and living alone for the first time in 7 years, with my son Kyle getting his own place the same weekend (due, admittedly, in no small part to vigorous pushing by me).
And while I'm totally psyched to be back in the City, I do miss that boy already, so let's hear it for "Freedom! Horrible, horrible freedom!"
The title also pays homage to Gary Larson, of "Far Side" fame, who I know has a cartoon with either this exact line or one that is VERY close in meaning. Anyway, I didn't know until I just googled him that "The Far Side" started in the San Francisco Chronicle. Click below for that bio page I found--this is on the beta version of NNDB, which could turn out to be a cool/useful site; also on that bio, fans of his cartoons will surely smile when they see what Laron's parents' names are! :)
http://www.nndb.com/people/281/000022215/
Finally, the title of the blog ties in with my general cynicism regarding the way America is run these days. The fact that we have the Freedom! Horrible, horrible freedom! to re-elect Dubya is ironic, at best.
Anyway, I wanted to start this blog with an obervation/question. I'm doing this blog partly to be trendy and I've always thought it made sense since I like to write. You know, write stuff like sense since. But I also have been VERY lax in keeping up any semblance of a personal journal, which I used to do regularly and highly recommend not only for its therapeutic properties, but for your own amusement years later. Trust me on this one: no matter how boring you think your life is right now, check your journal in ten years and you'll be like, "WTF?" Word.
Okay, but my actual observation is this: I'm kinda thinking my experience with living in so many different cities/states is a little unique--trying to make myself feel special. But then you always hear about how mobile this country is. But then again you hear that weird statistic about 75% of people dying within 10 miles of where were born.
So I'd like to hear back from people about how many places they've lived--not actual homes, mind you, just cities/states. I'd also be curious to know how unique you think you are in this regard; or how typical.
Also have a little poll so we can see what actually is typical. Please share this with as many folks as possible to see what kind of breakdown we get.
Anyway, I'm also thinking that I just love city life, and that there will be some really cool goings on and doings for me to yap about. And if no one else ends up reading it, at least I get something to go "WTF?" over in about 10 years. :)
So here's a link to the poll and a cool site if you're interested in doing polls. For some reason, I can't get the actual poll imported here like they say you can, but then, I'm probably doing something wrong and am too lazy to figure out what.
http://www.micropoll.com/akira/mpview/644733-195126
COMING SOON: An old man and his terrier! Or is it schnauzer? PLUS: a threesome from some "furren" place!!
And while I'm totally psyched to be back in the City, I do miss that boy already, so let's hear it for "Freedom! Horrible, horrible freedom!"
The title also pays homage to Gary Larson, of "Far Side" fame, who I know has a cartoon with either this exact line or one that is VERY close in meaning. Anyway, I didn't know until I just googled him that "The Far Side" started in the San Francisco Chronicle. Click below for that bio page I found--this is on the beta version of NNDB, which could turn out to be a cool/useful site; also on that bio, fans of his cartoons will surely smile when they see what Laron's parents' names are! :)
http://www.nndb.com/people/281/000022215/
Finally, the title of the blog ties in with my general cynicism regarding the way America is run these days. The fact that we have the Freedom! Horrible, horrible freedom! to re-elect Dubya is ironic, at best.
Anyway, I wanted to start this blog with an obervation/question. I'm doing this blog partly to be trendy and I've always thought it made sense since I like to write. You know, write stuff like sense since. But I also have been VERY lax in keeping up any semblance of a personal journal, which I used to do regularly and highly recommend not only for its therapeutic properties, but for your own amusement years later. Trust me on this one: no matter how boring you think your life is right now, check your journal in ten years and you'll be like, "WTF?" Word.
Okay, but my actual observation is this: I'm kinda thinking my experience with living in so many different cities/states is a little unique--trying to make myself feel special. But then you always hear about how mobile this country is. But then again you hear that weird statistic about 75% of people dying within 10 miles of where were born.
So I'd like to hear back from people about how many places they've lived--not actual homes, mind you, just cities/states. I'd also be curious to know how unique you think you are in this regard; or how typical.
Also have a little poll so we can see what actually is typical. Please share this with as many folks as possible to see what kind of breakdown we get.
Anyway, I'm also thinking that I just love city life, and that there will be some really cool goings on and doings for me to yap about. And if no one else ends up reading it, at least I get something to go "WTF?" over in about 10 years. :)
So here's a link to the poll and a cool site if you're interested in doing polls. For some reason, I can't get the actual poll imported here like they say you can, but then, I'm probably doing something wrong and am too lazy to figure out what.
http://www.micropoll.com/akira/mpview/644733-195126
COMING SOON: An old man and his terrier! Or is it schnauzer? PLUS: a threesome from some "furren" place!!
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