Friday, August 31, 2007

FRT - Boys Sing About Blue Eyes Edition

Behind Blue Eyes - The Who
The Middle - Jimmy Eat World
Tomorrow She Goes Away - The Ramones
Ladies Night - Kool & The Gang
Pop Muzik - M
Blue Eyes - Elton John
When It's Over - Loverboy
Picturebook - The Kinks
Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits
Blue Eyes - Cary Brothers


The Who:



Elton:



Cary Brothers:




Okay, I'm running off (well, more like gimping off, really) to have another go at finding some bedroom furniture, ugh. Have a great weekend, everyone!

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Money, It's A Hit

As you may have heard, earlier this week Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) raided a chicken processing plant in Fairfield, Ohio and arrested somewhere between 160-180 employees on various charges related to immigration violations.

I've read various articles about this raid and while none have been explicit about it, near as I can gather, the arrestees are all immigrants and/or minorities, even though Koch Foods itself has been under federal investigation due to suspicion that they've been "...encouraging, inducing or harboring illegal aliens."

ICE said in a statement the raid by more than 300 agents was "part of a two-year, ongoing ICE investigation based on evidence that Koch Foods may have knowingly hired illegal aliens at its poultry processing and packaging facility."


Seems the only thing seized at the corporate level was documents, though. Apparently, the feds didn't feel it was necessary to haul off the white collar members of management and scare the fuck out of their children just because the chances are good that they're probably guilty of something, even if it's just a bunch of paperwork infractions. I'll be curious to see whether any arrests are ever made in management, and if there ever are, what charges are brought and how the treatment of those people compares to that of the rounded-up immigrants.

Our local news coverage included this statement from the company:

Company officials tell Local 12 they're strict on their policy about illegal immigrants, and have even asked the government to come in and check records to make sure everyone was legal, but got no response.


Koch Foods has also issued a typical corporate statement swearing their allegiance to the feds, but one doesn't have to do much googling around to pick up the story that the recent history of Koch Foods includes corporate bullying of its predominantly Hispanic employees at a plant outside of Knoxville, Tennessee. That linked story goes on to to say that those employees unionized as a response to the bullying, and frankly I don't think it's much of a stretch to assume that the flow of events might have gone kinda like: Step 1. Management abuses and exploits employees it damn well knows have little power and may not all be legal workers; Step 2. Employees fight back through legal means; Step 3. Management calls in the feds to "check papers" of employees -- but really, it's just trying to be a good corporate citizen, it swears, and this isn't about smacking down uppity employees AT ALL.

Koch Foods appears to be trying to paint itself as a victim in this. It wants the American public to believe that it didn't have any illegal workers, and that if it did, it didn't know about them, and that even if it did know about them, it was trying to get the feds to do something about them and goshdarnit, those pesky feds just wouldn't respond.

Yeah, I ain't buyin' that. The rest of Ohio probably will, though:

Wednesday August 29 (6,126 votes)
Is illegal immigration a threat to you?
84% Yes
16% No


What a bunch of racist, delicate flowers we have here in the midwest. They're actually feeling threatened by the existence of poor people without their proper papers coming to our country to work their asses off in places like chicken processing plants to try to improve their lot in life. It's not like that's always been the big-selling American Dream or anything, or an integral part of the personal histories of practically every modern American family, somewhere up the tree.

One of the things I've noticed living here in Ohio is that lots of people here have the same mindset as Koch Food seems to have: "Hey look, we belong here and we have every right to be here, because this is our country, we made it, and what do you mean, 'What about the Native Americans?', I'm 1/64 Cherokee and you better recognize that my people have always lived here."

Meanwhile, the actual economic threat to John Q. Workerbee is right here:

The average CEO of a large U.S. company made roughly $10.8 million last year, or 364 times that of U.S. full-time and part-time workers, who made an average of $29,544, according to a joint analysis released Wednesday by the liberal Institute for Policy Studies and United for a Fair Economy.
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But even including all that, CEO pay can look like chump change next to private equity and hedge fund managers' pay. Those managers made an average of $657.5 million in 2006 - more than 16,000 times what the average full-time worker makes, and roughly 61 times that of the average CEO.


And what are we all pissed off about? Poor blue collar workers who are so disempowered by our corporate overlords that they're restricted from pee breaks as punishment for not making quota. Sure, that makes all kinds of sense.

Here in the US, we're continuing to whittle down our good options. We can either make some serious adjustments to our national attitude and get our damn house in some kind of ethical order -- which is a process that must go from the top down in order to be effective -- or we can be crushed under the weight of it when our own actions cause our empire to collapse over top of us. My prediction? We'll continue to do the ostrich thing and act like none of this is happening, or if it is, like none of it is wrong, and then when our empire does collapse, we'll cry like victims when none of the people we've actually victimized sprint to rescue us from the consequences of our own assholery.

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

Dreaming

If I could do anything, go anywhere, the only restrictions being remaining on this planet and locked into this timeline, I think it would be very simple. After I was finished saving the world a lot, I think I would find myself a cottagey place somewhere in the French countryside not too far from the Spanish border, and pack it from wall to wall and floor to ceiling with books, art, computers, and music; write stories that I'd no intention of ever publishing; have a child, maybe two, whom I would raise to be the most loved and least shamed child(ren) in the history of forever; do a lot of stargazing, philosophy, making stained glass windows, and dancing in the rain; bake a lot of bread, and become the world's snobbiest (yet wholly unknown) wine-and-cheese snob.

What would you do?

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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

The Gay Penguin Agenda

Are they kidding me with this? Sadly, I think not:

"And Tango Makes Three," an award-winning children's book based on a true story about two male penguins who raised a baby penguin, topped the American Library Association's annual list of works attracting the most complaints from parents, library patrons and others.

Look, I'm not a parent, and I understand that it's a difficult and scary job with loads of responsibility and worry and I don't want to belittle any of that for a heartbeat, but if you find yourself in such a tizzy about the possibility of your child viewing a gay penguin as a positive role model that you feel a need to start writing letters to libraries to get a book about gay penguins banned, might I just suggest that perhaps it's you who could use a new role model.

Meanwhile, back here on planet Lesbian Earth, the work at the new house keeps plodding along, with all the major stuff a few days away from being done, then it's just a bunch of finish work. I can't say enough good things about the tile crew, and hopefully by next week I'll have some good before & after pictures to show you all why. They've done a great job and turned two sketchy-looking bathrooms into beautiful spaces.

The painters, though, must be using those little brushes you use for model airplanes because they have still only painted like four rooms with a base coat and it all looks very sloppy. If a top coat doesn't go on soon and represent a significant improvement in the appearance quality of the work, then we're going to have to get in the ring with the general contractor because he can't possibly make this deal cheap enough for us to settle for a paint job that looks like I blindfolded myself, got drunk, and then wandered around the house with a roller and buckets.

I still have not bought bedroom furniture. I really wanted a nice full matching bedroom set but I just can't make it work. The first part I gave up on was the bed frame part of it, because finding a decent frame with under-bed storage that doesn't look too, oh let's just say "rustic", has proven to be a major hassle. In one moment of desperation or another, I did a search on Overstock.com for a platform bed frame, and got 29 hits. Of those, 28 hits were for bed frames, none of which I liked even a little bit, and the last hit was for a pair of ladies' golf shoes*, which would seem to be the internet making some kind of snide commentary that I'm sure I'm better off not fully interpreting.

Here's the newest floor plan for my bedroom, which is still subject to change:




The leftmost door goes to a closet, the center door leads to a short hallway to the rest of the house, and the rightmost door goes to my bathroom (which used to be a very plain 1/2 bath but now has a groovy custom tile shower and new fixtures). The window at right looks through a tree into the backyard.

Because I am flatly unwilling to downsize my queen bed (I actually wanted to upgrade to a king but there is no way it will fit) the only way I can figure to get enough drawer space in the room, plus have readily available movies and games for when I get trapped in bed by chronic illness, plus still wedge my ass into the room, is to forgo the dresser, buy two chests of drawers, and back them up against each other in the middle of the room like this.

The bed will be cornered and set up with bunches of pillows like a daybed, the TV will then face the bed and be about three feet out so I can see it well enough to play games on it. The chest that faces the window will hold a dresser mirror that will let me have a little vanity-like space (hence, stool in the corner) as well as hide the back of the TV. The shelving on the wall to the side of the chests will house a MiVo and platform consoles, so it should be easy to keep the wiring out of sight and out from underfoot, and then the corner shelving units will hold my games and DVDs.

It's a little jacked up, but I can't think of anything better to do that meets all my needs, and it might not look too bad once it's finished.

(I will have a small office space elsewhere in the house, so that's where my desktop computer and books and books and books will go.)
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*You guys think I make this shit up, don't you? I do not lie.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

Just Shoot Me*

This video...I don't even know what to say. Not only are we a global bully, we are also, collectively, about as sharp as a stuffed llama.
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*Special note to my fellow Americans: that's SARCASM.**

**Look it up.***

***In a dictionary.****

****That's a large book that most libraries will...oh forget it, it's pointless.

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Saturday, August 25, 2007

Random Milestones

Apparently, I am now old enough to engage in conversations about my cholesterol levels with total strangers, as I did for the first time today. This came up at the deli counter at the market while another shopper was commenting on my healthy deli choices. Because I know you're all burning with curiosity, his cholesterol is not as good as mine, but it's much better than it was last year.

The second milestone is more fun:




After four and a half months, my car finally has enough miles on it to be highway ready! Now, if only my legs were highway ready...

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Friday, August 24, 2007

FRT - Goofy YouTube Edition

The Ballad of Serenity - Greg Edmonson (shutup)
It's All Over Now - The Rolling Stones
Testify - Melissa Etheridge
You Are Everything, Everything Is You - The Stylistics
Welcome To My Nightmare - Alice Cooper
Mystery - Anita Baker
Down By The Water - PJ Harvey
Computer Blue - Prince & The Revolution
As Time Goes By - Frank Sinatra
We Want The Funk - George Clinton & P-Funk


The opening sequence from one of the best shows Fox ever killed before its time:




Alice Cooper and The Muppets:




Most advertising gets right past me*, I just don't notice it, but this Mastercard commercial speaks directly to my soul and may well be my favorite commercial ever:




House update:

The house is approximately 1/3 painted, and so far we are loving the colors. E's got a nice green in her bedroom suite, the guest room is slate blue, and the main hangout area, which has a brick wall with a wooden mantle around the fireplace, is sort-of a dark taupe. It looks mighty fine, even if the painters kinda suck and are a wee bit on the creepy side.

The tile guys, plus one tile lesbian, are really good, though. They're all as nice as they can be, and both of our custom showers are nearly finished and look SWEET. E & I both chose ceramic tile that looks a lot like stone (we chose different colors), and now that it's mostly installed, it looks much more high-end than it cost, so we went a little crazy and decided to have the tile crew tile over the linoleum on the kitchen and laundry room floors as well.

On the down side, I am still devoid of bedroom furniture. I had just about settled on a contemporary dark cherry set that looked the slightest bit 1930s art deco retro (in a tasteful, subtle way) but I guess the store wasn't high-end enough because while the fronts of the pieces were gorgeous, the backs all had that cheapy thin cardboard-looking material that you get when you buy something from Target that you assemble yourself. This is unacceptable because the only layout that will work in my space requires one piece to be out in the middle of the room, which will leave the furniture back exposed.

I am wholly unwilling to pay a lot of money for something that looks like I could have bought it at Target, and I really do want to be done with the Target furniture phase of my life. I mean, I'm pushing 40, it'd be nice to have a grownup bedroom with quality furniture for once, and then basically be done buying furniture, since really, how long am I likely to live, right? (My mom died suddenly at 50, her mom died suddenly in her sleep at 44, and my maternal grandmother's father died suddenly at 46. I've already been chronically ill for 8 years, so this set should probably last me for however long I've got left.) I am running out of ideas, options, and time. I have no clue what I'm going to do. Is there a furniture god I can pray to? I'll dance under the waxing gibbous moon, drink a potion, and set something on fire, if it'll work.

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*Sly product placement is often very effective, though -- recently I saw someone on some show or another eating Chips Ahoy. I don't remember which show it was, and I don't remember who was eating the cookies, but I sure as hell remember the Chips Ahoy. Even though I hadn't had a Chips Ahoy cookie in well over a decade, I've eaten at least eight bags of them in the past few weeks. Well played, Nabisco, well played.

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Sometimes A Picture Says It All

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Squee!

One of the best teachers I ever had was one of the first teachers I ever had. My elementary school had a program called Primary Learning Center in which one class was comprised of a handful each of first, second, and third graders, all taught by one teacher. I was in that class from first through third grade, so I had this same teacher for three years running. (Then they expanded the program and switched it up so I had her again half-days in sixth grade.)

One of the many wonderful things she worked very hard to do with her students was travel. I was there when this part of the program began, and we went by train to Washington DC one year, and then to Williamsburg, Virginia another year. Later classes went to places like Boston, Mexico, and England. She worked us hard for this, too. We'd spend all year raising money in a variety of ways, and while we were doing that we'd learn about banking and savings accounts, how to make deposits and read our class bank statement, and then by the time the trip rolled around, the class fund-raising and the group discounts meant that the expenses per student were very low.

One of the regular trips we took (regardless of where else we might also be going) all throughout my time at that elementary school was a several night camp-out in the Everglades. The first time we went there, I think I was in second grade and about 7 years old. My teacher prepared us beforehand with a wide variety of class units on the various related subjects. We learned about the animals and the plants, the concept of an ecosystem, some wilderness and survival skills, and then she whipped out the astronomy and taught us about the constellations we'd be seeing by having us draw our own star maps, and that was the first time I was head-over-heels for an academic subject.

Ever since then, I've had a passion for space and stars. I've never been good enough at math to do anything with it formally, but there's practically never a time I'm not ready and willing to go lie out under the stars all night. I'm endlessly fascinated by the night sky, so this is the coolest new technological thingy I've seen in quite some time -- way better than cell phones.

Popular mapping service Google Earth will launch a new feature called Sky, a "virtual telescope" that the search engine hopes will turn millions of Internet users into stargazers.
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Like Google Earth, Sky will enable users to float and zoom in on over 100 million individual stars and 200 million galaxies. Users will view the sky as seen from earth.

It has created different layers which will show the life of a star, constellations, high-resolution images provided by the Hubble Space Telescope and a users guide to galaxies.

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Don't Look, Manny!

This spider has taken up residence on the porch here at the apartment, and while I give her a wide berth because she's big enough to freak me out a little bit -- and she's fast -- I also think she's very cool looking. She only comes out at night (the lean and hungry type), so it's hard to get a very good picture, and this certainly isn't as good as any of Ms. O's, but it does show markings, a bit of web, and those glowing eyes.


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I'm off for the day again (I'm so frakking exhausted that I'm not entirely sure I'm not dreaming this post). First up: more contractor wrangling. The bathroom tile in the two bathrooms we're remodeling started going in yesterday (so far, looks awesome), and the paint and carpet are supposed to follow right afterward. But yesterday while we were shopping for a refrigerator we got a call from one of the people involved asking us something about which stain we'd chosen for the moldings, and the answer was, "Um, we didn't want anything stained," so we feel it prudent to go over there today and walk the general contractor through the color scheme.

Then it's more furniture shopping. The last piece of that puzzle is the conundrum that is my bedroom. It's not really that small of a room, but it's oddly laid out with one entire wall primarily composed of doors so I'm having a hell of a time finding a configuration of things that a) will work, b) isn't hideous, and c) doesn't resort to my abusing my credit card at Home Depot for materials and power tools to build my own damn furniture set and winding up living in what looks like Camp Jen for the next few years.

Hope everyone is having a good day!

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Feh

I have to go furniture shopping today. I do not enjoy furniture shopping. I'm much too picky for it, for one thing, so there is hardly ever anything I like, but I also still have ratcheted up weakness and pain, plus the fogginess and the stupid low grade fever, and it is never fun to have to go erranding like this. But we're starting to run up against the deadlines we've set and if we don't get things chosen and ordered and all of that, we won't have furniture when we move to the new place. All of which, if I have done the math right, let's see, carry the 12, adds up to SUCK.

Perhaps my feelings on the matter are better represented by the following Venn diagram*:



I will grudgingly concede that it is probably for the best that furniture shopping requires pants, but still, ::grump, grump, grump::.
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*ganked from one of the folks at Shakespeare's Sister, who ganked it from The Brunching Shuttlecocks.

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Friday, August 17, 2007

Friday Random Ten - Couples' Skate Edition

Couples' skate, this is a couples' skate only, everyone else please clear the floor.

You're The Only Woman - Ambrosia
Kiss On My List - Hall & Oates*
Always & Forever - Heatwave
Cruisin' - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
Kiss You All Over - Exile
More Than I Can Say - Leo Sayer
Lotta Love - Nicolette Larson
Do That To Me One More Time - The Captain & Tennille
Shining Star - The Manhattans
(Our Love) Don't Throw It All Away - Andy Gibb


I think Smokey Robinson is one of the best singers ever recorded. This video is cheesy and weird, and to my eye, totally unrelated to the song, but whatever, the man can sing:




I always loved this song, and you could not attend my local skating rink without hearing it at least once. It could not have been better suited for couples' skates if it had been written specifically for that purpose, and the group actually looks like they're faux-skating through half of their choreography in this vid:



I really hope everybody's (including mine) weekend goes much better than the ohmigod-why-is-everything-suddenly-breaking morning I've had. Damn, but some days are just ornery.

UPDATE: Naturally, the very same minute I posted this, something seems to have gone wrong with the sound on YouTube. I don't know if this is just my problem, but although my computer sound is working and the videos are loading properly, I can't actually hear anything broadcasting from YouTube. I AM GOING BACK TO BED. GAH.
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*Long time readers may recall that for 30 years, I have been unable to remember which one is Hall and which one is Oates, so I thought it appropriate to let you know that this crisis has finally been resolved. I now can tell them apart thanks to the Chart Attack Blog Stylings of Jason Hare, who cleverly calls his blog JasonHare.com and who recently pointed out that one of the singers in the Oak Ridge Boys looks like the love child of Lionel Richie and Oates. Presto. Now I will never forget.

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

A new poll out of New Jersey marks the Garden State as another place where the majority is finally starting to realize that the way that gay people getting married affects them is far more in the realm of increased sales of toaster ovens than it is about inviting a smackdown from an angry deity with a capricious sense of justice.

Sixty-three percent of New Jersey voters said they would be fine with lawmakers enacting same-sex marriage, according to the poll taken Aug. 8-10.

An even larger number, nearly 72 percent, said lawmakers would not lose their jobs over the issue "because people care about other issues more," pollsters found.


This change feels dreadfully slow to a lot of people, especially to those who are directly harmed by the inequality, but it's actually happening pretty quickly on a cultural scale.

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According to an old(ish) story at NPR, the Average American:

  • Eats peanut butter at least once a week
  • (I do not)

  • Prefers smooth peanut butter over chunky
  • (I do)

  • Can name all Three Stooges
  • (I sure can)

  • Lives within a 20-minute drive of a Wal-Mart
  • (Yes, but I have been boycotting Wal-Mart for many years now)

  • Eats at McDonald's at least once a year
  • (I haven't eaten that crap in at least 10-12 years)

  • Takes a shower for approximately 10.4 minutes a day
  • (Closer to 15, I'd guess; I like a long shower, and I love a good bubble bath)

  • Never sings in the shower
  • (I wouldn't say "never", but certainly not often)

  • Lives in a house, not an apartment or condominium
  • (Almost! We'll be in the new house in a month or so)

  • Has a home valued between $100,000 and $300,000
  • (I don't actually own the house, and likely will never be able to afford to own a house)

  • Has fired a gun
  • (On many occasions, and I'm a good shot, too)

  • Is between 5 feet and 6 feet tall
  • (Yep)

  • Weighs 135 to 205 pounds
  • (Right now I weigh less than that)

  • Is between the ages of 18 and 53
  • (For another 15 years or so, yep)

  • Believes gambling is an acceptable entertainment option
  • (Yes, but the only way I really enjoy it is low stakes poker with friends and beer)

  • Grew up within 50 miles of current home
  • (That's off by about 900 miles, give or take)


I think the Average American also doesn't pay much attention to the devious way our government operates, and I have no idea how the Average American is going to react to it if BushCo does what they keep threatening to do and spreads the current ME war to Iran.

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On any given day I'm only about 2 or 3 atrocities away from quitting the human race altogether, and people like Newt Gingrich often exemplify my reasons for that. My loathing for Newt goes way back, as folks who know me know very well, and this kind of thing where he tries to whip up racist hatred by lying about immigrants is a primary reason why. This is also why I rarely even speak to my own father anymore, who is not entirely without redeeming qualities (and whom I love anyway), but who also has a chronic allergy to responsibility and a penchant for blaming his own personal failures on other people, and is thus quite racist/sexist/homophobic/whomever else he can blame-ist.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Coooool

Ever since I was a little kid, variations of this idea have always been the theories that have made the most sense to me:

Professor Chandra Wickramasinghe and colleagues at the University's Centre for Astrobiology have long argued the case for panspermia - the theory that life began inside comets and then spread to habitable planets across the galaxy. A recent BBC Horizon documentary traced the development of the theory.

Now the team claims that findings from space probes sent to investigate passing comets reveal how the first organisms could have formed.

The 2005 Deep Impact mission to Comet Tempel 1 discovered a mixture of organic and clay particles inside the comet. One theory for the origins of life proposes that clay particles acted as a catalyst, converting simple organic molecules into more complex structures. The 2004 Stardust Mission to Comet Wild 2 found a range of complex hydrocarbon molecules - potential building blocks for life.


We are stardust
we are golden
we are billion year old carbon
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

Going Down Again

I've had a handful of moments of lucidity lately but they've been fleeting and sketchy. Mostly I've been foggy as hell, and I've been on narcotics all week for the pain, which doesn't help with the fogginess at all. Plus they make me feel really sick to my stomach so they're not even fun.

Right now it's all about an ongoing low grade fever (which I suspect is just my autoimmune thing freaking out since I have no other symptoms of infection, but which is also making my better judgment poke me into going to the doctor this week to make sure, ugh), massive bodywide pain, muscle spasms, almost zero ability to concentrate, very weak leg muscles, balance trouble, coordination issues, and a thyroid gland so swollen that it looks like I have two adam's apples.

Whenever the flares get bad, the lights on the blog usually have to go out for a little while. I may be able to keep doing smaller posts, links posts, and/or commenting at other people's places, but I'm right back to so zonked out that I'm mostly useless, so there will be nothing substantive here. And don't worry if you don't see me for a little while, I'm just resting.

I hate chronic illness.

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WTF?

As nervous as it makes me to live in conservative, crazy-ass Ohio, I'm starting to be even more scared of living next door to Indiana. Their latest thing is jacking up the stakes on corporate ownership of employees:

Starting in 2009, Clarian Health Partners -- the Indiana hospital chain with 26,000 employees -- will start screening workers and docking paychecks $5 if you smoke, $10 if your body mass index is too high, and $5 for high cholesterol, high blood sugar and high blood pressure.


Smoking is generally a bad choice but it's also a legal choice, and while I think it should be within their rights to ban smoking on the premises, it is batshit insane that a corporation wants to start charging its employees for making legal choices off the clock. I mean, what's next, charging people for driving on the highway? "Hey look, buddy, you want to drive around in a deathtrap instead of walking carefully directly to work and then directly back home again, it's gonna cost you. And you better not have that after work beer, either, because it'll cost you not just your liver but also your lunch money."

Charging for a BMI that's too high is not only ridiculous -- let's remember, according to the BMI scale, which does not distinguish between fat and muscle, some professional and Olympic athletes are considered overweight or obese -- it's also cruel. People are freaked out by fat and they love to think they know what causes people to gain or lose weight but the facts are that we don't actually know all that much about why some people get fat and others don't, why some people can lose extra weight and keep it off over the long term and others cannot. There's already a painful amount of anti-fat bigotry that people have to deal with, and doctors can be among the worst offenders, shaming people so badly that people don't even want to go see them, and we should be working on reducing that, not shaming people even more and then charging them for it.

Plus which, plenty of medical conditions cause people to gain weight. For example, my thyroid thing goes wacky sometimes and I've gained as much as 50lbs in 4 months. (One doctor told me this wasn't because of my thyroid, but it happened when my thyroid function was measurably extremely low and then the weight melted off immediately after I got my thyroid chemistry adjusted properly, so I think he just had a bad case of arrogant knowitallism. Oh how I wish I could charge him for it.) Good to know that if I were able to work for Clarian Health Partners they'd charge me $10 a pay period for having thyroid disease, on top of the cost of all my goddamned new pants. My blood sugar is also a little sketchy due to my illness, and the first time I had high blood pressure I was 12, so I guess I'd get to pay up $15-20 a pay period for the luxury of being chronically ill.

"Patients have to take responsibility for their health care," said [Dr. Robert] Goulet [of Clarian Health]. "If this is what it takes to make people aware of just how badly they're caring for themselves, then I think this is a positive program."


Meanwhile, medical errors are killing thousands and harming millions of Americans each year and are up in the top 5 leading causes of death, so here's what I think: I think that Dr. Goulet and his peers should take some responsibility for their profession and start paying patients whenever we have to check into one of these killing fields "hospitals".

[hat tip to E for the story]

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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Rambling About Power Dynamics, Gender, Sexuality & Subjectivity

Amanda Marcotte has an interesting post up today at Pandagon about this artist who has had one of those Real Dolls (if you don't know what they are, you're probably better off) made in her own semi-likeness and then done some photographic/performance art style things with the doll-object that seem to issue a series of statements about gendered abuses of power; more specifically, about men's dominance and abuse and objectification of women.

From the perspective of a gendered class analysis, I agree with the general thesis of Amanda's post. It's kind-of basic feminism, really, that this stuff is all normalized and tends to operate under the surface, although imo it never stops being interesting to unpack it in various contexts and examine how it's functioning.

What's more interesting to me, however, as a queer person, is the frequency with which I see these same fucked up power dynamics playing out in the lesbian community and within lesbian relationships -- among feminine-identified women and couples just as much as masculine-identified women and butch/femme relationships -- and practically nobody admitting to it or talking about it.

I see a lot of assumptions in feminist discussions that: a) women don't act like this; b) lesbianism doesn't include these dynamics; and c) in those discussions I almost always see a couple/few lesbians doing that whole, "Reason #498459875 why I'm SO happy I'm a lesbian"* thing where they basically hold up the fiction that these fucked up power dynamics don't also snake through lesbian relationships. However, I have not only witnessed these same abuses of power, dominance issues, and objectification issues in the lesbian relationships of people I've known, but I've also found myself in more than one relationship where these things have been played out onto me by my female lovers. I myself have been guilty of it once (and was so horrified by my own behavior that I am still working on forgiving myself for it 20 years after the fact.)

The primary reason why I checked out of the monogamous long-term committed relationship game years ago was because of these dynamics, actually. I had fallen into them one too many times, and become too emotionally/psychologically fragile to take it anymore.

As a result of my own experiences and observations, when I do feminist power analyses, my focus is more on the power itself, how it functions, and how people are abusing it, than on the gendered aspects of it. Because as I said, it's not been my experience at all that this sort of thing is limited to masculine-identified women, so while I think there are associations with gender identity, I don't think it's an essentially gendered thing in the same way a lot of other feminists seem to.

I was once in an abusive relationship with a woman I loved -- still love -- very deeply. She didn't beat me, it wasn't like that, but she had a really bad temper that she did not control and she did get physically abusive on a semi-regular basis. Mostly this involved throwing things at me, or shoving me, or restraining me and not letting me leave during an argument, but after a couple of years it escalated past that and I finally ended it. Clearly, I should have ended it sooner. My mistake.

From my perspective, a large part of the reason why my ex's temper would flare so badly is because she had these expectations in her head of who and what I was "supposed to be", the role in her life that I was "supposed to fill", and as it became more apparent that I wasn't responsive to "supposed to's" that didn't work for me, she became increasingly controlling and angry and on like that. It was all very objectifying and didn't take me qua me into consideration -- "I" was, in a sense, a wife-object that she had acquired, the exact same sort of construct that led me later, in college, to rail at male philosophers (mostly Hegel) for giving men full subjectivity at the same time they conceptualized women as basically well-trained house-pets. Although, I didn't label it in any of those ways at the time. At the time, I mostly just cried and drank a lot.

It wasn't until years later, after becoming a theory head, and after another failed relationship that didn't include physical abuse but did include a lot of the same objectifying and dominance/power struggle issues, that I finally identified what had been going on in both of those relationships, and that similar elements of these issues had cropped up in other relationships as well. I realized then, as I looked around (and read more, always with the reading), that these dynamics had been present in a lot of the relationships I'd seen in my friendship circles, too; hetero, homo, poly, mono, no particular arrangement was immune because it was more about the perspective of the subjects involved than any category. I came to see it as a sickness inside of subjectivity itself.

On a more big picture/grand scale, we don't just have "gender trouble" in the sense that we have these falsely constructed notions of men and women as "opposites" and thus some perceived eternal, constant "war of the sexes" going on. I mean, we totally have that, but that's not the only problem with fucked up power dynamics. We also have some really twisted ideas, socially and broadly and regardless of gender, about how we relate to one another as individuals on practically any level, but especially on the intimate relationship level. We have a lot of social constructs in which people who become lovers objectify one another according to various sets of contextually-determined rules that are rarely articulated, and then people punish one another harshly, and it often seems to be almost subconsciously, for stepping outside of the expectations of those unspoken rules.
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*In my view, whenever a lesbian says this, it is a giant red flag; yeah, maybe she's just young/inexperienced, not particularly observant, and/or fortunate, but it's also the exact same kind of thing someone who's in denial about their own dysfunction will say. I watch people who say this very closely, and at least half the time, I wind up thinking it's more about denial than anything else. Of course, this stuff is very personal and I can't really know if I'm right.

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Friday, August 10, 2007

FRT - I Think My Mp3 Player Is Mad At Me Edition

Brain Damage - Pink Floyd
Money Changes Everything - Cyndi Lauper
Lowdown - Boz Scaggs
I Get Around - The Beach Boys
Honey - Stephanie Sayers
I'm Only Happy When It Rains - Garbage
If It Isn't Her - Ani DiFranco
It's My Life - Talk Talk
Woman In Love - Barbra Streisand
Georgia On My Mind - Billie Holiday

Usually my mp3 player hands me easy themes on random tens but it's been weeks since it's done so. Since I have no trouble attributing a rudimentary form of consciousness to it, I'm kind-of wondering if I've pissed it off.

ANYWAY.

I've been a Pink Floyd fan my entire life. Dark Side of the Moon was released when I was a toddler, but I couldn't appreciate it fully until I was in high school. Always more of an agnostic than anything else regarding matters such as the existence of any kind of "afterlife", I used to tell all my teenage friends that if it turned out that there really was any such thing, then after we checked out, we should all hook up again in spirit form on the dark side of the moon. (This was supposed to be a joke, but it was what passed for deep at my school, a thing that saddened me so much that I promptly fell in love with the first girl who actually got the joke.)



There is no dark side of the moon, really. As a matter of fact, it's all dark.


Growing up in South Florida, beach culture was very popular. Yeah, I can surf, dive, and swim like a dolphin. I can also save you if you start to drown since I'm a certified lifeguard. Whatever else it has or doesn't, beach culture always includes The Beach Boys.



I think this song is so gorgeous:



As always, please feel free to share your random 10 and associated stories in the comments, if you want.

[whine] Today I have a fever and lots of pain and I feel crappy. [/whine] I hope everyone else is feelin' good and has a great weekend in store. Although I guess if any of you have money in the market, you're probably pretty freaked out right about now.

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Equality Never Comes Fast Enough

I'm ambivalent about the Democratic forum on queer issues. (The Human Rights Campaign Foundation, the sponsor of this event, was willing to also sponsor one for Republicans but apparently the Republicans are too busy living on the downlow and hiring gay prostitutes to pose as reporters in the White House.) On the one hand, the fact that the country is still not polling high enough for any of the front-runners to stand up and say they support equality with no hedging is really sad, but on the other hand, as anyone who's been associated with the equality movement since the 80s or before knows damn well, the fact that this event even occurred at all is a gigantic deal.

I remember in the early 90s when Bill Clinton became the first major political candidate to start addressing gay issues. That was huge in the South Florida community. People were so stoked. (I, of course, was suspicious of him. And I was right to be suspicious of him. But that's neither here nor there; practically all politicians are duplicitous.) The fact that presidential candidate Bill Clinton was talking to us at all signaled an enormous change from the Reagan/Bush I years, most of which many of us had spent desperately fighting AIDS with virtually no help, in the face of truly awful bigotry coming from every direction, and with substantially fewer legal rights than heterosexuals. It was a very dark time.

The best thing I remember about that time was the sense of connection within the community, the sense of extended family, the safety in the assumption that once you were among other queers, you could speak your mind honestly and openly and people were gonna roll with that and we were all going to try to see each other's points of view and find the overlap so we could work together. I can't know how it was elsewhere, as my focus was dialed in pretty tightly on South Florida, but one of the things I remember with the most pride from the late 80s/early 90s is how our entire community came together and transcended a lot of bullshit about sexism, racism, classism, transphobia, and other similar social problems, and we worked our asses off to try to save the lives of our friends and families.

I've never seen anything like that again. In recent years, watching organizing take place online, I've come to appreciate that my experience was even more unique than I had thought. I was particularly stunned on a trip to San Francisco in the late 90s where it seemed like everyone in the queer community was ridiculously segregated. The gay men and lesbians seemed especially so -- a couple gay men were openly hostile to me, and for absolutely no reason other than that I was there existing in a queer space. (I could almost sort-of get it if I had been running my smartass mouth, because sometimes I'm not careful enough to make clear what I mean, and I can be way too brash for some folks' taste, but I wasn't doing any of that, I was just standing there. And this was supposed to be the Queer High Holy Land? Fuck that. I hated San Francisco and I hope I never see it again.) It seems like the nationwide "queer community", such as it is, is more like San Francisco than like South Florida.

But, I digress. Sure, it's true that if we had our shit more together as a community, we'd be a far more powerful political force -- I mean, we vote like we invented voting -- but this squabbling over identity differences and the resultant exclusionary nastiness isn't really a queer failing as much as it is an American failing. We are a tragically hierarchical and combatively competitive culture, and we eat a lot of our own as well as screw over the world at large because of it.

The Democratic front-runners are all full of shit on the marriage issue, and I think they all know it. My personal impression is that Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama are both speaking strictly to the polls on this particular issue. All the polls come together to say that Americans who aren't allergic to the left end of the political spectrum want their own conflicting views on gay people reflected in the law, which is to say, they don't really want to be mean to gays, but they still want to feel superior, so "marriage lite" in the form of civil unions is as far as they are willing to go right now. I don't think that either Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama have any personal issues with gays.

John Edwards is another matter. The man just rubs me the wrong way. I have always sort-of disliked him and I think I probably always will. I have the sense that he is also speaking to polls, but from the other direction, in the sense that he comes off to me like he's a homophobe -- and look, I can smell a homophobe at 100 yards, even the "nice ones", so while it's possible that I'm wrong about this my radar is usually right. I don't think he's one of the violent ones or anything, but he seems to me to be one of those people who's "uncomfortable" around gays, and who doesn't view that discomfort as a personal moral failing, but rather a "natural" thing. Which, you know, whatever, I don't really fucking care if the man likes me or not as long as he'd work just as hard to pass equality legislation. Thing about that is that I don't believe he would.

I really appreciate the contributions of Dennis Kucinich and Mike Gravel, who are keeping the pressure on the field by coming out and speaking the plain simple truth that there's no reason other than bigotry to have bigoted laws. Which seems like a no-brainer, I know, but thanks to the work of Republicans all across the nation's school boards, we are a pretty dumb country.

Dodd and Biden didn't show up, and they can kiss my ass, I don't want to hear any goddamned excuses.

All my complaints aside, trying to find the silver lining on the whole thing, this is really encouraging:

All of the Democratic candidates support a federal ban on anti-gay job discrimination, want to repeal the ''don't ask, don't tell'' policy barring gays from serving openly in the military and support civil unions that would extend marriage-like rights to same-sex couples.


All of them. Let me just say that again because it is like music to my ears: all of them. The country is still waffling on letting us sit at the family table, but we are making clear progress toward equality and inclusion, and as much as it sucks, it's true that no equality movement fully succeeds without decades and decades (often much longer than that) of struggle beforehand.

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Thursday, August 09, 2007

Addiction Is Pure Evil

It's been 1347 days* (3 years, 8 months, 8 days) since I smoked my last cigarette, but sitting at my desk today pondering something or another about epistemology prior to formal empiricism and pining for new Battlestar Galactica episodes, I finished my lunch and then got hit with a craving for a cigarette so bad I almost cried. It passed in a few minutes, but once in a while I get these and they're always so hard.

Like an idiot, I started smoking when I was a teenager. And even though I had been one of those kids who was always on both my parents' asses to quit, it turned out that I had their genes all right, because I loved to smoke and was promptly highly addicted to it. I could go a couple days without eating but I never went a couple days without smoking. It was never a choice I felt good about, though. The original plan was to quit at age 21 but I failed miserably at that. Then I moved it to 25, and I don't even remember trying to quit that year. Then I figured to quit at 30 but 30 was a fucked up year so that didn't happen.

My mom died the year I turned 32 and at the time she had what seemed to be a fairly aggressive lung cancer. (She died suddenly from a ruptured aneurysm so it's hard to know whether cancer treatment would've worked, or if she even would've done it, but she had other chronic health issues that were well advanced so the aneurysm was probably pretty traumatic for her but probably also better than dying the longer, more painful way.) That scared me enough, I guess.

I finally pared my smoking down to the point where I was only smoking two or three cigarettes a day before I quit, no help, no gum, no patch, at age 33, shortly after I was done with my mother's estate. Still, the withdrawal went on for weeks and every second of it was agonizing. So there is no fucking way I'm picking up another cigarette (unless I get diagnosed with something terminal, in which case I will go directly to the store and commence chain smoking until I exhale my last breath full of sweet, sweet tobacco smoke) but it's amazing to me that my neurochemical pathways are still all hot for nicotine and whatever else the evil tobacco companies put in the cancer sticks. After almost 4 years. I hear this never really stops, and can come back even decades after quitting. Ugh. Still better to quit than not to quit, though.
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*If you want to count days and you don't have a special talent in your brain for that, here ya go.

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IBARW

It's International Blog Against Racism Week, and while I'm too zonked out to craft a useful post of my own, I at least want to be visibly on record as an anti-racist ally.

The Angry Black Woman has a terrific post up over at her place where she's opening up the floor for questions. Yes, even from dumb white people. ;p And her stuff is always good, too, btw, so if you click over there for what's sure to continue to be an informative thread about racism, it's also worth your while to spend some time clicking around her archives.

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

How About Some Fish?

I think The Naked Chef is such a cutie.




And I love his food! I made this quickie fried fish dish last night, along with a salad of mixed baby greens and some fresh Ohio corn on the cob. And oh boy did I fuck it up sideways. I used the wrong kind of pan and the fish stuck a little, so while it was still very tasty, it was...not attractive. I overcooked the corn so it was gummy, and this last one isn't really my fault, but the prepared salad I bought tasted funny so we had to throw it out. Bleh. I will definitely make the fish again, though.

Hopefully I'll have more success with tonight's recipe. It's a bit more complex one that I couldn't find on the net, but it's in the cookbook Jamie's Dinners -- pan-baked sea bass with crispy roasted asparagus & bean bundles wrapped in bacon.

Anyone else cooking up anything good this week?

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Heartbreaking

In a previous life I worked for a probate/tax attorney, so I understand the ins and outs of that kind of procedural stuff pretty well. My job used to get to me some days, because every once in a while we'd get a sad guardianship case, an unusually tragic estate, or a case where the family was disinheriting a child or whatever. One time, I strongly suspected that we were doing estate planning for homophobes who were only writing their daughter out of their wills because she was queer, but I didn't have any confirmation of it. It was really hard to work for them and keep myself professional.

I can't help but cry whenever I read stuff like this:

Brett Conrad and Patrick Atkins, both 47, met in college and were together for 25 years. Atkins was CEO of his family's company, Atkins Elegant Desserts; Conrad, a waiter. They shared a house and bank accounts; both men's names were on their home's deed. In March 2005, traveling on business, Atkins suffered an aneurysm and then a stroke that rendered him unable to care for himself.

Atkins' deeply religious parents took over, refusing to recognize the men's relationship or even to let Conrad see him. Conrad has spent two years trying to win guardianship of his partner.
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The Atkinses -- who run regular Christian prayer meetings at their dessert company -- have the right as guardians to dispose of his and Conrad's house, even though it is owned jointly. A lower court gave Conrad one third of the pair's checking account, but gave the parents most of the other assets, which were in Patrick's name.


Brett Conrad has been able to win visitation rights to see his partner, but surely the parents will keep fighting. The mother, particularly, sounds like quite a piece of work:

Jeanne Atkins, Patrick's mother, "testified that no amount of evidence could convince her that Brett and Patrick were happy together"


A judge also noted in the court ruling that awarded visitation that this woman has said that she would rather see her son never recover at all than to return to his 25 year relationship.

It's hard to know what to say about things like this -- and clearly it's pointless to say anything to people like the Atkinses -- so I think I'll just say this to everyone who actually has a conscience and an ounce of compassion: every little piece of everyday offhanded bigotry contributes to creating the context in which situations like this occur; every time someone uses queer equality as a political football, or suggests that it's "strategic" and "for everyone's best interests" that we should keep waiting for equality laws, or that we should pipe down because the Democrats really need to win in a certain conservative district; every time someone tells some "harmless joke", whether about queers or transsexuals or any other Other, that mocks or operates on the Othering of the identity; all of it, it all comes together and it all adds up to a cultural situation in which these personal disasters devastate real people's lives.

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Sunday, August 05, 2007

And How's Your Weekend?

Just in case you're ever bored in the Dayton 'burbs on a Saturday night and don't know where to go, let me clue you in: everybody is at the ER. I had to schlep E down there last night* (she's okay, thankfully it turned out to be a minor thing) and it was a big social scene with folks having lively conversations in all the waiting areas, a Fresh Prince of Bel Air marathon on the tube, family reunions, even some OSU ball player (read: local celeb) showed up.

It was also approximately a gazillion degrees below zero. Throughout the hospital. In August. Hey, they're just doing their part for the environment.** They were handing out heated blankets in the waiting room. In August.

Overheard:

Doctor to woman: So is it your right shoulder or your left shoulder?
Woman to doctor: It's my husband!
Doc: Huh?
Woman: My husband hurt his shoulder, they already took him back for x-rays.

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As an employee bangs on a vending machine and knocks loose a bag of chips that got stuck in the spiral metal arm, a woman jumps up and down, claps, and squeals gleefully, "Hercules! Hercules!"

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Three family members in the waiting room having an argument about which one of them is the biggest redneck, without a trace of irony. It went on for several minutes, and I don't think a single sentence of it was grammatically correct.

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"When they find me stiff on the floor later, tell them it was hypothermia."


Okay that last one was me. Once I was sure that E was okay and we were basically just waiting around on a few non-emergency things (the ER nurse, who was about 15 years our senior, was like, "Isn't getting old a blast? It's just one scary painful thing after another," which, yeah, I think he's pretty much right on), I kept having to go outside to keep my body temperature in that nice "alive" range of 80+ degrees.

Now, I am an ex-smoker but I'm not one of the ones that Bill Hicks would loathe. Smoke doesn't bother me, I don't do that obnoxious faux-cough thing when someone is smoking within a mile of me, and I really don't fuckin' care if you smoke; hell, most of the time, I don't even care where you smoke. But I am starting to wonder if smoking is directly related to lowering the literacy rate, because last night I was hanging out just outside of the ER underneath a sign that read, in big bold capital lettering: THIS IS A NON-SMOKING CAMPUS, and apparently, smokers apprehend this text as: GET YOUR SMOKE ON RIGHT HERE, Y'ALL! I can only assume that the image of the cigarette with the circle around it and the line through it was having some kind of Pavlovian influence, and all the smokers were basically turning into Homer Simpson: Mmmmm, nicotine ::drool::.

The best part of the night, though, was when I almost peed on myself. Oh no, I'm not being sarcastic and talking about laughing. You know those paper toilet cover thingys? Here's a helpful tip for everyone who sits to pee: make extra sure that you punch out the middle of that thing all the way clean through before you sit and pee, because otherwise, the clever design of them -- it really is a clever kind of paper that ensures that when you put it in between your thighs and someone else's pee, you don't get any on you -- will not allow the pee to leak through and fall into the toilet, it just causes the pee to puddle up and then roll with gravity, which, of course, is toward the front of the toilet where your pants are scrunched up between your knees.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to sleep for about three days.
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*Arrival time 7:15pm, departure time: around 2:30am

**I mock, but as far as I could tell, the staff was great with the patients and all the support people and families etc. I told E, "If something happens to me while we're in Ohio, you bring me here. Put long johns on me first, then call 911. Stop making that face at me. Remember: long johns, then 911."

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Saturday, August 04, 2007

Good Luck and Godspeed

Everybody I know who is roughly my age remembers exactly where they were and how they found out that the space shuttle Challenger exploded with teacher Christa McAuliffe aboard.

In January of 1986, I was a sophomore in high school, and on the 28th I walked into my drama class to find my nutty drama teacher sitting in the middle of the little theater in front of a television on a wheeled cart, watching wordlessly and crying. We students entered the room singly and in pairs and small groups, saw her crying and stopped chattering and laughing and shoving each other around, located a seat near to her, watched the screen, and then joined the crying. We all just sat there throughout the class period, not talking, watching.

In 1985, teacher Barbara Morgan was chosen as McAuliffe's backup. The grade school teacher from Idaho is now 55, has been fully trained as a member of our astronaut corps, and she's leaving the planet next week on the space shuttle Endeavour.

Good luck and godspeed, Endeavour crew.

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Friday, August 03, 2007

FRT - Too Freakin' Hot For A Theme Edition

Blackbird - The Beatles
So Good - Al Jarreau
I Want It Back - Shawn Colvin
Into The Groove - Madonna
Hot in Herre - Nelly
Walk Like An Egyptian - The Bangles
White Room - Cream
She Said (live) - Collective Soul
I'm Every Woman - Chaka Kahn
Lie To Me - Depeche Mode


When we were 14, my best friend from junior high (who is some kind of genetic science geek now, and even though I haven't seen her since high school, I'm really proud of her) taught me how to dance to this song:



You guys got anything good this week? Hope everyone has a great weekend and no one melts. Ugh, August.

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Black Hole on the Horizon

Today I'm all het up over a comment thread on gender identity at a blog I read that I'm not going to link to because it's got about an 80% chance of erupting into an interblog flamewar, such as these threads tend to do, and I don't want to have anything to do with that. I love a vigorous discussion involving lots of differing points of view but that's not what usually happens when the topic is gender identity. People get so hostile and judgmental.

I wrote about some of my frustrations with this sort of thing recently, and I'm not going to rehash that, but I think I may have to stop reading these kinds of threads for the benefit of my own health. The anti-intellectualism, it burns almost as much as the bigotry. And here comes the irony -- usually, the people who are bashing queer theory and pomo in general almost always completely fail to understand it.

To be as fair as possible, a lot of the people who claim to be fans don't really understand it either. It's extremely difficult stuff. Most people can't be arsed to do all the homework required. Judith Butler's work, particularly, is so poorly understood and so commonly misrepresented in these kinds of discussions (and then the StrawButler is bashed mercilessly) that I actually feel sorry for her. I have no idea whether this is warranted or whether she finds the whole thing amusing, but it would drive me nuts if people understood me as poorly as people understand her. Again, to be as fair as possible, some of this is her own responsibility because of the way she writes, but mostly it's people being arrogant and idiotic.

Here's a helpful tip that I'm just going to throw out into the series of tubes: one simply cannot "read a few essays" and understand the first goddamned thing about the work of theorists like Judith Butler and Michel Foucault. It is to laugh. It requires a massive investment of prerequisite reading, time, work, thinking, and then some more of all of that, and then going back and re-reading your prerequisite reading, and if you haven't done all that, then you don't fucking get it, no matter how clever you think you are. Thinking you can "read a few essays" and understand them is a lot like thinking you can "read a few essays" and then do brain surgery, except there's less blood involved.

The other thing that never fails to give me a bad case of the redass is when some delusional bigot argues in all sincerity that someone else's thoroughly marginalized gender identity somehow oppresses an entire class of people the world over. It is an identical argument, structurally, as the one about how gay people shouldn't be gay, at least not in public, because it sets a bad example and ruins children's chances at a happy heterosexual future. One of these days, they're going to repeat that bullshit enough times such that there will be sufficient density present to cause a brand new black hole to immediately form and suck them into some other dimension.

At least, one can hope.

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Thursday, August 02, 2007

I Heart Eddie Izzard

Heh, leaving aside all the serious issues involved, did anyone else read this story:

Russian explorers dived deep below the North Pole in a submersible on Thursday and planted a national flag on the seabed to stake a symbolic claim to the energy riches of the Arctic.
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But Canada mocked Russia's ambitions and said the expedition was nothing more than a show. "This isn't the 15th century. You can't go around the world and just plant flags and say 'We're claiming this territory'," Canadian Foreign Minister Peter MacKay told CTV television.


and think of this?

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Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Remodeling Update

In case anyone is curious,