The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Monday, June 8, 2009

Good Morning!!!

I've no idea if it's going to be a good morning or not, I just thought I'd throw that out there and see what comes of it.

In fact I haven't actually interacted with anyone for any reason this morning. (a sure sign of a good day in my book)

As you can tell I have high hopes.

The weekend would have been uneventful had it not been for the social schedule. Friday night I went out to Pride. I saw, this morning on the website for a local tv station the footage they showed when covering the event. Well, it's worked, at least here, and finally.

They've stopped showing nothing but outrageous drag numbers or twinks in speedos parading the streets of our fair city. This year they showed all the regular people.

And we're fat.

I couldn't help but laugh as one fat 'mo after another paraded past the camera. I thought, "Well, THERE'S a lesson in 'Be careful what you ask for'!"

"Could I get a side order of weight watchers with those civil rights please?"

At least they're finally telling the truth.

Saturday night I went to my brother's 40th wedding anniversary dinner. It was quite lovely especially considering that no one invited Daddy Dearest and his daughter the Princess of Darkness.

Then Sunday I had Brunch with some friends. I got little else done. I'm using a bout with allergies as my excuse.

The head of San Diego LGBT Pride was beaten while standing on a corner holding the Pride flag this weekend.


The lovely and talented Neil Patrick Harris hosted the Tony's.

The AIDS Ride/Lifecyclists raised 10.5 million for riding 545 miles, and then gave us this image to ponder:


I'll let you figure out what it symbolizes.

We're priding ourselves all over the place.

I applied for a job at the Public Library in Taos. (it would be soo cool!)

I am what a friend termed "outrageously overqualified" for the position. A guy's gotta start somewhere I guess.

We lost a very well loved horse last week at the stables. Princess was the Cadillac and though we would have loved to fight over riding her, she was Sue's horse. I can only imagine how Sue feels.

So, remembering all those who've gone before, nobly or not, here we go into another week. Let's play a game shall we?

Let's see how long Dr. T, can manage to stay employed.

This job is the longest so far at 4.5 years.
Can he make it 5? (shit, can he make it 4.6)

Maybe he'll get the new job and......FINALLY......move to where he wants to be.


Keep checking back!

Of course a morsel like this could help me with my quest:



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