Egypt?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Summer Loves
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
NY NY
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Resolutions
Inexcuseable
I've been trying to keep up on the Sonia Sotomayor hearings. And though they lack some drama, this really upset me:
“You’d have lots of ’splaining to do,” Senator Coburn replied, to a hypothetical situation Sotomayor raised over gun rights.
Seriously? I know he was trying to invoke Desi Arnaz, and be humorous, but it is still incredibly condescending. Why isn't an elected official held to a higher standard? It's racist.
Also: This cover is...a nightmare. Since hispanics aren't stereotypically wise, what other minority can we portray her as?
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Perseverance
"Certain motherfuckers think they can fuck with my shit, but you can't kill the Rooster. You might can fuck him up some times, but, bitch, nobody kills the motherfucking Rooster. You know what I'm saying?"
--David Sedaris, or more like his brother Paul
Dress your Family in Corduroy and Denim
Long time in between
I understand its been a while.
I was home visiting the family. A list of things in no particular order
Things I enjoyed:
+seeing them after almost 2 years
+my Aunt Peggy's sunny disposition
+my sister being happy with her new boyfriend
+my dad telling me I'd get the jetta (WOO!)
+my new haircut:
I asked for 50's James Dean and I think this reference somehow morphed into 90's Zach Morris. Not that I'm complaining just not what I ordered. I think I'll keep it for a while.
And in an effort to keep this blog positive, I have only one suggestion: If I send you a text with a question, please respond to it. A call is fine too.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Cancer
Today at work Ellen (my boss (who is awesome on another side note)) told me she had cancer. I had suspected it for a while, but it is still sad. It's odd though, being sick with cancer, or another disease has this very confessional aspect involved with it.
The way she was talking to me about being ill, was sort of like the way someone comes out. And I don't know if there's a catharsis for her in telling people like there is when you finally say "I'm gay" but I do think the manner in which you have to tell people is similar. The disclosure is the most important part of both processes.
Does someone dread it? Enjoy it? Not care about it? If you don't seem sick do you tell people? And how does finally saying "it" change the way you feel about everything?
(I also don't know why, but this Eakins painting came to my mind just now, and pictures make things more interesting).
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Obama
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Rachel
Rachel is a trooper, and probably one of my strongest friends. But that's for a different post.
More importantly she is a key ingredient to her group of friends' blog (I apologize for the food pun I know they are the lowest form of comedy): FOOD ATHLETES
It's funny, has good pictures, and Rachel figures greatly.
Eat, try, love.
Dreams
Thursday, July 2, 2009
In which I quote Sex and the City
Stop it. I know I hate when people do the "I'm TOTALLY a Carrie." That said I'm probably a Miranda (with some of Charlotte's neediness added in for good measure), and so I must quote:
"He doesn't even know me. The least he could do is wait to get to know me before he rejects me."
I'm ashamed that this quote has so much personal resonance for me right now, but I'm working on it.
I'm ready to be these old mexicans.
Words of Wisdom
"It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak up and remove all doubt."
--Abraham Lincoln
Not that anyone would have thought he was fool, but still. Remember, to be silent, it will probably help you in the long run.
Side Note: Is it weird that I think he's sort of handsome? I actually think he has very kind eyes.
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