I kept meaning to post and meaning to post

But I was so busy yesterday I never got to it. Of course there is also the issue that I seem to have sleeping sickness. 9 hrs Sunday night and 10 last night. WTF? (there were naps too)

But the season of giving is indeed underway. My brother called me sunday at an in opportune moment to ask me advice about his apparently hijacked computer. (This is the second time they've gone without anti-virus of any kind and the second time they've been hijacked.) I, being their compuer guy,lol, get stuck with figuring it out. The smart money is on wiping the hdd and starting over.

So in an effort to forestall the mess I'm facing with that I just gave my sister-in-law her xmas present. A laptop. She was thrilled, and I am spared the need to have a broken dell box in my living room during xmas dinner. Maybe Saturday.

Today is consumed with making candy, which I've successfully put off for over a week, picking up the pies for Thursday, and shopping for xmas dinner. I've deicded it'll be a stick-it-in-the-oven-and-ignore-it-for-several-hours dinner.

Standing rib roast,
new potatoes,
broccoli in gruyere
homemade yeast rolls,
and pecan pie.

It's that or McDonalds, I'm tired.

Oh, gotta stock up on firewood today it's supposed to start raining or snowing, they never know which, and if it does I'll never get a fire going with wet wood.

Though I do want to live in the country I discovered yesterday that I'll be screwed when it comes to internet tv. I already knew it was bad from my time at the stables. But yesterday I assigned my brother the ask of calling at&t u-verse to find out what his network was or where we'd find it,(I later found it under the modem)and he got into this round robin in which he'd be told by a recording that he'd gotten an update the previous day so power down the mdem and try again and if thatdidn't work call back, then it hung up. UNLESS he hit "O" many times when he'd be tf'd to a person who asked him to pay his bill and then they tf'd him right back to the recording. We never did speak to an actual person. See, if I move to the country at&t will be pretty much my only hope with dish svc and with the level of non-service I got yesterday I feel screwed already, and I'm not even there.

Ecards are being picked up, xmas is in the air with the big build up of a potential snow storm the weather people are giving us. Not really, they're hedging their bets, one says it'll be rain, the other says a little snow on Friday, and yet another says drizzle. They don't fucking know. But they don't get paid to say that.

With 24 hrs of A Christmas Story, and White Christmas in tap for this weekend I think I'll be catching up on films I haven't seen.

So while laying in stocks of food and wood, I feel like I'm in the country already. Maybe here should be a companion. That'd be fun I think.

And so it goes:

Love

This should end with friday

Why is it that I think it won't? It just seems to get better and better.

Last night I was at what is apparently my new career...the grocery, and I was informed by someone I'll call "the kid" that a remark had been made regarding me that I received with shock and awe.

Here's what we have, "the kid" is an 18 y/o very immature boy. He doesn't apparently have an older male role model who talks to him like he's human, and like every young man he craves it.

I have been, until last night, proud to be the guy who provides that. Then "the kid" comes to me and says that the one woman whom I would never suspect of making such a statement had passed behind him while he was working and said, "It's about time you started working and stopped flirting with S****."

I am furious!

She, as we know, can kiss my ass, and "the kid" assures me that she was joking. So for my part I could care less. But she taken from "the kid" something he needs and that's not ok with me. Up until last night that relationship had not been suspect and now that it is. I'm willing to bet that he avoids it. He's just not strong nor confident enough to stand up and say "fuck you," but he should.

So that's the fight this morning. That should be fun, me getting told to go fuck myself when I confront her.

Got my first xmas card yesterday. Who sends xmas cards snail mail anymore? Well she thought of me, more than the guy who professes to love me did.

Found out the identity of the one Christmas present I have to get. Not a hard one AT ALL! Woohoo!!!

Oh! And for those that have become so spoiled in paradise that they think waking up to a 62 degree morning is cold, it's 29!!!

Work at 9 martini's at 5!

See. I've got to become a potter.

And so it goes:




Unbuttoned shirts was todays theme and all I could find were skinny twinks, ah well.
Love

And then there were none

Yesterday was a bad news/good news kinda day. And the one piece of news I got was both wrapped into one.

The official story I was given was that all but three of the classes in our department for next semester were eliminated and therefore I will not be back. I don't think that's the whole story however and I'll never know. And I think that's what bothers me most.

What little they paid me, and what enormous aggravation they were means very little in the area of numbers, but in other areas it meant something, it meant something to me.

So I'll let the possibilities I'd dreamed go a little at a time until the whole episode fades into a quick little memory I can ignore if I choose. Right now it's just another incident in the "disappointment" file.

Knee jerk reaction says go. Go and look for what it is that you want that you are not finding here. Look for whatever it is that you seem to need that's not fulfilling in this place. Practicality says, "How the fuck are you going to pay for that?" Practicality hasn't been much considered so far in this life so I may just ignore that and start looking at alternatives.

But first I need to get grounded again.

I'll let the holidays pass before taking up the mantle again. I need the rest. I need peace.

Now that I'd like to find.

And so it goes:


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Blown...away

In this world of Accidentally on Purpose, and How I met your mother pablum, which we as good TV watchin' Americans embrace with zeal, it's almost impossible for me to imagine writing of the caliber I've seen this week on Showtime.

Dexter blew me away by killing one of it's principal characters, an act I completely didn't expect. This show has managed to come back once again from the precipice of banality, and no the irony of banality is not lost on me when the show is about the struggles of daily life when one is a serial killer, to impress me with it' insight into human character and the lengths we will go to in order to get what we think we need.

Last night I watched Hank Moody implode once again on Californication. Yet, this time there was a tone to it that I didn't expect. The show suddenly moved it's characters from an odd and slightly quirky life into a darkness usually reserved for network drama's about ethnic groups. It was nice to see someone acknowledge that white people do this stupid shit too.

In retrospect it's obvious that Hank has been heading in a dark and tragic direction all season, yet it just seemed to me to be a stupid progression of events created by a man left to his own self-destructive devices. I never suspected he'd take it over the edge, or, in fact that he already had and that it was about to come back and bite him in the ass.

The Hank/Karen relationship is continually in some adolescent upheaval. It's perpetually arrested at a time in life when one member does everything in their power to destroy all the good they have ever possessed or accumulated. Hank, though a sarcastic and somewhat bitter straight guy always seems to have one foot in a grounded reality where he knows who he is and what he's capable of. Yet last night even he seemed surprised by what he'd wrought.

Becca, insipid, insightful little character she's always been has never seemed to me so whole as a person, nor as raw on the inside as her exposure to her parents relationship has made her. Inspiring was never an adjective I expected to assign to her character. But then came her confession to her father that she'd willingly given her virginity to a stranger the previous week. How could a child feel that close to a parent that they could confidently tell such a secret and know they'd be accepted for also being a flawed human being like the rest of us?

Hank/Karen have mangled everything they've touched, yet they've managed somehow to impart to their child that it has nothing/everything to do with her, and that she is loved beyond any dysfunction they can conceive. Her thoughtless dash toward her bleeding, broken father being loaded into the police car in the middle of the street demonstrated her understanding of their kinship.

None of this should be any surprise to those of us who've managed to hang on while Hank does the neutron dance right in front of us. But it always is, I think that's the point. It's always the person right in front of you who's rending themselves into oblivion that you never suspect will actually take it all the way. But straight men in this culture frequently have to at least touch the bottom of the pond in order to accept their place in the order of things.

Hank says "writing is hard" and it is, you have to pull out of yourself the things you'd never admit exist and then willingly assign them to another character and act as though they're not a part of you, that you'd never do "that." It's courageous writing the staff of Californication have done, and it's courageous producing Showtime has done in not interfering in it's presentation.

I can't wait to see if Hank acknowledges he's nothing more than pond scum like the rest of us, or if he continues to deny his humanity and what it costs him.

And so it goes:


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Well I thought you'd never say it

It finally happened! I got tagged for a meme. I've never been tagged before, so there goes yet another virginity. But it was taken by one of the best bloggers I know, so it was given willingly albeit unknowingly.

The task at hand is to talk about five things I enjoy, so here goes:

1.) I love teaching. I'll be honest, I got into it so I could do something else in the summer, but miracle of miracles I find I LOVE watching that light come on in people's eyes when they understand something for the first time. It's amazing and the way they look at you when they suddenly feel part of the fraternity is totally fulfilling. It's not diffficult to encourage someone who really wants to know, and when they do, I just want to help them figure it out.

It doesn't hurt that I have a total passion for the subject I teach either. It's truly the substitute for the interpersonal relationship I never had. It comes and gets me,then throws me out in the street like an old shoe,and every time it comes back for me I go willingly.

Buddy Zimmer,my high school theatre teacher, may he rest in peace,got to teach in the fall and winter,and then direct plays in the summer. It was a life I always envied him. His passion for it when he was young,was the reason I pursued it. I felt lucky that I got to spread his ashes in not one,but two of the theatres he taught in.

2.) I love being a potter. It gives me a creative outlet that I think about ALL the time. I think of colors,and glazes, and shapes,and having a true studio in which I can work whenever I want. Doing the work gives me a sense of accomplishment,and produces work that as opposed to theatre is tangible and lasting. It calms me in ways I find hard to describe.

Keith D. Smith, an old friend I haven't seen in many years was the reason this passion came to me. I moved to New Mexico the first time in the 80's mostly because I knew him and it was easier to start off in a town where I knew someone. But also because I felt pulled there for some reason. In any case he was doing an internship as a potter and I stumbled in on it. He volunteered to teach me how to throw, and though I didn't follow it at that time I found it was one of those things that kept coming back to me. This latest time I've re-discovered it I think it'll stick.

3.) Horses. I love working with horses. They teach me something every single day. They show me that I'm small and in the order of things pretty fragile and insignificant, and that it's a miracle that we humans survived at all as dumb as we are. They're huge scared-y-cats with no good reason except that flight is their only defense from anything. And man can they do flight good. I can work with them for hours and think I've accomplished something and suddenly find they've outsmarted me and negated the whole lesson. They live right here and right now and that is a lesson I haven't perfected. They also get me outside rain or shine and that is good for my soul.

Oldflame, whom I haven't mentioned here in a longtime was the inspiration for this passion. He used to ride fairly often and really liked it. I thought it sounded like fun, but being the compartmentalist he is, we never pursued it. But his interest in it piqued mine and I took lessons. I got lucky,the guy who taught me also had a passion for horses and he was a very encouraging teacher. So I've sought out opportunities to work with them ever since and one day soon I think it'll be time to have one or two of my own.

4.) Being gay. That teaches me that I'm part of something bigger all the time. Like right now in this era there's a struggle for civil rights, and there are differing opinions on the subject. An entire generation has come along with their own life experience and thus their own views on the subject. I belong to this group, not by choice, but by birthright, by virtue of who I am, by being true to myself and wanting to be a free man on the earth.

This passion I can attribute to me. I certainly had the choice of being honest about who I am or not. I had women in my life, and certainly at least one who loved me enough that I think I could have led a very different life than the one I have. But it wouldn't have been an honest one. It wouldn't have been very fulfilling if I knew in my heart I was hiding something, not only from others but from myself. I lived enough of my life in the shadow of others expectations that I am truly glad I didn't succumb to that pressure. I also think I'm lucky to be finally slowing down enough as I age that I think I can handle a relationship...finally.

5.) My bike. I'd love to be able to ride my bike more than the weather in this climate allows. There's a perspective of life on a bike that you can't get from a car. It can take you places you'd never go otherwise, and when we finally educate drivers here in America of the dangers of getting too close, we might just find it'll take off as a form of personal transport.

The first charity ride I did in 1992 was 50 miles and a lot of it was along and close to the Missouri River Just north of here. At one point we passed through this town, the same town coincidentally in which I now teach, and as we left there I came around a curve and to my left was a field. It was river bottom land and it was planted for the season. It was still early in the day and there was a fog over the field. It was utterly still. A hawk was playing with some prey darting in and out of the fog. Suddenly a passenger train streaked through this bucolic vista startling me back to the task at hand. I'd never have been there if it weren't for my bike.

Thanks Bigg! This was a great way to start my week. I'm done working for the holiday season. I have to post grades today and tomorrow and then it's the last of the shopping. There's candy to make and lights to hang and general holiday cheer to impart. This was more fun than I had thought it would be. Now I have to tag five friends. Here goes:

Thomasina, you're up dear. Warren, I think it's time you stepped up too. And though I don't think he's a meme kind of guy, nor do i thin he's in the mood right now but I'm going to tag Justin just because I think he needs to think of something positive right now instead of the incessant BS he's dealing with. I think my friend in HI should do this too, but he doesn't have a blog so the challenge will have to be found here.

And so it goes:

Love

Friday!!! Wohoo!

There's plenty to talk about this morning, yet I have no time, I've sat here and perused other blogs all morning and now I have to go to work, so have a safe and happy weekend and DO NOT drink and drive!!!

And so it goes.

Happy HGF also:





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No fear

I always thought that was a stupid saying back in the day when it was popular, but strangely it applies to today, well, yesterday actually.

I got another of those cryptic emails from the dean's secretary at the university..."The dean would like to meet with you on December 16th after 11am. Please advise as to the best time for you."

And???

Seriously, this could mean anything from "hey, thanks for busting your ass this semester for us." To, "Get the fuck out you whiney troublemaker."

And though I'd loooove to ruminate about it endlessly I simply can't. I'm too damn busy.

Christmas is here, finals are actually happening, all kinds of interpersonal things are going on, mostly in my my head, and quite frankly I simply do not care.

If they say, "hey, thanks." well then great, and whatever. If they say "Get the fuck out." well then great, and whatever.

I'm hard pressed to see how I'll notice a difference in my income since they only paid me once this semester and even that I had to fight tooth and nail to get. So, onward I say.

I am told by those far more tenured than I, that this is the way of the world in academia. "Hey! Thanks for coming onboard. Here's your keys, now if you wouldn't mind please go over there, do what you do, do it quietly and please, do not bother us."

I, not being a "don't bother us" kinda guy, think I may not be the best candidate for such things, but considering the complete lack of interest the administration seems to have about me I may stay in academia. I do love my anonymity.

Anyway. Obama is in Norway as I understand it, collecting an award he didn't earn. Uganda will apparently relent and not kill or imprison gays with their new legislation. I guess they like our money more than killing. Figures.

This does not much mitigate the notion that the world at large is becoming a more hostile place for gay people to be, but it should at least give us an indication of how to manage things in the future. People are motivated by money, remember that and you will succeed in your efforts. Or you could just ask Joe Solmonese, he can tell you how much money motivates.

Moments ago I joined a music site called emusic, I'm already sorry. Cryptic messages and buttons that are unexplained make me crazy-er...than normal, and they already heard from me. I'm looking for the soundtrack to Out of Africa, which i inadvertently left in my old cars cd player when I traded it in several years ago. Last night Out of Africa was on tv and I instantly wanted to listen to the soundtrack.

I was introduced to it circa 1989 when I worked with a women who is now the Executive Director of a regional Shakespeare festival. I always liked her, and was so happy to hear she'd gotten that job. If anyone ever deserved to be in a position like that she does. She was, at the time, a vastly entertaining co-worker, and we bonded pretty well I thought. Considering that we were both in love with the same man. (I had the better chance, she had the better claim...alas)

And so it goes:


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The danger of ignorance

I am,as I write, attempting to listen to Rachel Maddow interview/skewer Richard Cohen, author of "Gay Children, Straight Parents"

Cohen is a complete tool. He contends that homosexuality is a choice and one can "choose" to be heterosexual. He's written a couple of books on the subject as well. Maddow has a good time taking him and his weak-ass arguments apart, and quite rightfully notes that he's not a licensed anything, and in fact was kicked out of The American Counseling Association for multiple ethics violations, and THIS is what ignorant, backwards, frightened, idiots want us to believe is the way to rid the world of homosexuality.

Uganda is considering a law that would criminalize homosexuality. Those identified as homosexual would be imprisoned, and possibly executed as a result of their "crimes." This idiot is, however unwittingly, being used by the proponents of this bill to argue the need for it.

Maddow, though she makes light in some ways, of Cohen and his idiocy, takes him to task for the sheer irresponsibility of putting human lives at risk.

Now, we cannot stop this legislation, and I do think it will become law, but we need to make every effort to put pressure on the Ugandan government to make it unenforceable.

People will die because of who they love, and this in the 21st century. We know about this, beforehand, we know it's possible, and we know that if the law is enacted it will be enforced.

Our government, despite it's protestations that it's our friend, remains suspiciously silent on the subject.

Stand up Mr. President. People are going to die if you don't. They'll die because of ignorance and hatred and you'll have blood on your hands just like the Ugandan government.

Cohen for his part, talks of love and states his belief that his writings are being take out of context to support this bill. However, Maddow quotes him as as saying that "..Divorce, death of a parent, race, and the need for the love of a mother or father can be contributing factors to homosexuality. All quotes directly cited in a speech to the Anti-Homosexuality Conference in Uganda.

Seriously? I miss my mommy so I like guys? Sheer ignorance. Maddow notes on more than one occasion that Cohen is irresponsible for the title "Gay Children, Straight Parents" in that there is no representation to the person who purchases this book that he's tacitly suggesting that homosexuality can be "cured."

This guys is a charlatan, he's using people's desperation and fear to make money, he's nothing new. Maddow, is doing exactly what we all should be doing, confronting the source and support of the ignorance that allows us to be kept second-class citizens.

Would that we all had the courage.

And so it goes:

Love

Let it snow...somehwere else

As usual the weather people have given a snowstorm the big build-up, and it isn't happening.

The last three days they've been screaming that the sky is falling, and I've yet to see a flake. Well, of the snow variety at least.

Pushing from afar for inclusion at the University. Not for me, I don't care if I'm included, but I think there is an instructor who feels excluded from things and there's no reason for that. I get the distinct impression that she doesn't like me, and again, don't care, but I do not want strife amongst the ranks. We're pretty much all we've got there, it's plain the administration doesn't want to be bothered, and if we can't get our own shit together we're doomed.

I've ventured the idea that she might direct The Vagina Monologues this February for V-Day, and to increase our visibility. I thought that would help things all round, but it's been met with lukewarm interest. People are funny, they'll bite off their noses to spite their faces.

Harry Reid is baiting the Republicans for some reason, and it appears to be working, at least in the short term.

I can't imagine that any worthwhile health care bill wil ever reach Obama's desk, but stranger things have happened I guess.

With temps in the 20's and clouds and snow in the area I guess it's a sit and read all day kinda day. Gods know I have plenty of stuff to read. I've got three textbooks to make lesson plans out of for next month, I've got a play to read and analyze, and plenty of personal reading stacked up as well. So since I don't have to leave the house I guess it's soup and grilled cheese while hatching plans for next semester.

And so it goes:

"And the dreams you dare to dream really do come true." Finally! A decent picture of Jeff Gordon without a shirt!
Love

And the south rises again

How do I introduce this latest round of lunacy from the south? How is is possible hat someone in a position of power is so stupid? Wait, don't answer that, I lived trough the Nixon years.

This guy thinks that Barack Obama has the time to sit and consider what tv program he's pre-empting. In this case it was A Charlie Brown Christmas. This nutbag thinks it was not only intentional, but that it was done by our "muslim" President.

This, combined with an email from a student protesting a "c" that was given on a paper she wrote without even a conclusion, were the things I awoke to this Monday morning.

Does this bode well?

I'll let you judge for yourself the wisdom of the southern gentleman who thinks Barack Obama is our to get his kids minds. (as though coming from him they had any)

(Arlington, TN 12/04/09) President Barack Obama is Christian, but don't tell that to Arlington's mayor.

The small town mayor is under fire for what he wrote about the President online. Mayor Russell Wiseman called President Obama a Muslim on his Facebook page, attacked Obama supporters, and said the President's prime time address on Tuesday was an effort to block the Christian message of "A Charlie Brown Christmas".

According to the Commercial Appeal, Wiseman wrote, "We sit the kids down to watch 'The Charlie Brown Christmas Special' and our muslim president is there, what a load... try to convince me that wasn't done on purpose."

"There are a lot more important things to be thinking about than trying to block Charlie Brown on TV," laughs Jeff Shackelford.

"I just think its ridiculous that people blow stuff like this way out of proportion," says Ryan Williams. "He's trying to lead a country, not change religious values here."

The Town Supervisor, Ed Haley, calls the part-time mayor's comment "unfortunate". Haley says, "As a public official you need to be careful about what you say... I don't think he meant anything negative by it, but it certainly came across that way."

Some in Arlington call the mayor's conspiracy theory "far-fetched". The post has made Arlington front page news on networks and political blogs. On Facebook, critics typed back "Tell Russell Wiseman to respect Charlie Brown and our President". Another Facebook page was dedicated to supporting Wiseman. The question for some is whether Wiseman will face political fallout for posting those fiery comments. For voters, it may not go away quietly. Wiseman has not returned our calls, but he told the Commercial Appeal the story is making a "mountain out of molehill". The lesson for many: freedom of speech comes with a cost.

"It's like anything in life; you can do anything you want to do, just be willing to take the consequences," says Shackelford.

Simply put, "Good grief".

(Arlington, TN 12/4/2009) Lots of people are talking about what one Memphis area mayor posted on his Facebook page online.

Arlington Mayor Russel Wiseman said President Obama timed his speech on Afghanistan earlier this week, to block the annual airing of the "Charlie Brown" Christmas TV special.

The Commercial Appeal quotes part of the status update, ""We sit the kids down to watch 'The Charlie Brown Christmas Special' and our muslim president is there, what a load...try to convince me that wasn't done on purpose."

One of Wiseman's Facebook friends sent the status update to the Commercial Appeal newspaper. The update said Obama wanted to pre-empt the special and also called him a Muslim and said Obama followers should move to a Muslim country.

When, exactly is Christmas? I just want to know when all this brotherly love is going to end so I can have my morning coffee in peace.

And so it goes:


Love

HGF, Friday, and cooold!

It's 16 degrees. I was not prepared to know that so soon. Certainly not to feel it like I will in about half an hour when I leave.

Busy day, time at the grocery, then a quick long drive to the university for a faculty meeting,then back to the city for martini's and dinner with friends. Thanks God I have tomorrow with nothing to do.

Was gonna buy wii's for the nephew and niece for their families this Christmas, but the place with the best price just sent me a "special Offer" which was higher than the price I've been balking over the last two weeks. Back to the drawing board.

the computer has some weird problem, every time i leave it for any length of time it won't get online. The "work offline box gets mysteriously checked, and I have to reboot the computer ans reset the modem and router. Sounds like it's virus rime again...shit.

Some woman was on Towleroad this morning weeping because marriage equality didn't pass in New York state. Did she expect that it would? Seriously? Simply put, those that do not want us to have equal rights are large enough in number, and well enough organized to prevent it. We must either defeat them at their own game, and good luck with that as apathetic as people are nowadays, or find another way. Going at them head to head with the intention of beating them at their own game is NOT going to work. Why is this a mystery?

did I mention that imnow official, that the birth certificate arrived on Wednesday? I'm so happy. Of course, I'll be on here bitching next week when I start the process of going to social security, the dmv etc, cause I assure you they'll not be as helpful as they could. Well, not all of them anyway.






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kids! Ya know I love 'em!

Yesterday's meeting turned out to be an ambush. The student brought in another faculty member to be there I think she was expecting I'd throw down. I gave in without a fight and then went to the head of the honors program and told her I felt bullied into what I agreed to. I was told not to do it.

The student tried to organize a mutiny. What she does not know is that I have organized more mutinies than she has teeth. Poor thing.

It's not over, but I'm not inclined to acquiesce. The story is longer than that but I have to go.

And so it goes:

Love

And the band played on

Let's see, teach at 8, office hrs 9-11, faculty meeting at 11, pottery class at 1, website meting at 4, teach at 6. I think I have a full day.

The week is working out far better than I thought. After I have a day like this I find myself able to loll about until at least noon the following day, so I'm not relapsing like I was last week. I may actually get over this infection yet. In fact I woke up early this morning, I assume it's because I'm well rested and finally feel like accomplishing something.

What I really want is to sit down at a wheel and make pots all day, alas, that pesky four job thing is gonna get in the way today. I'm thinking that if the weather is not too bad after next week, then I'll have time to sit down and make stuff while I'm off for the holidays. there's plenty to do in that regard.



A couple of years ago my last maternal aunt died, and left behind her only son who's 62. He's a bit of a puzzle since he's somewhat developmentally disabled. he's functional, he held a job for 34 years, and is now retired yet debilitated by a stroke, but not functional emotionally. I didn't attend her funeral, nor do I intend to attend any other funerals from here on out. So I haven't seen him since shortly before her death. But this past three days he's been on my mind a lot, no idea why. I'm not going down that road of contacting him, it'd lead to trips to his house and taking him places, and getting "involved," as it were, and I got the cure for that shit several years ago. I'm just wondering about him.

Speaking of the cure for helping people in my "family." I got a call the other day from my brother telling me his sister asked him if he thought I'd entertain the notion of meeting her somewhere so we could bury the hatchet.

Seriously.

Fortunately I was spared from supplying an answer because he told me his response was "NO!"

No indeed.

Down to three plays to read and then I can decide which one I'm directing in the spring.

Perhaps today I can finally start to use the new exercise equipment I got two weeks ago. I've been sick ever since I got it so it's sitting her moldering, not unlike it's owner.

Today's office hrs include a meeting with a student whose suggestions I'm afraid I may well have to take seriously. This particular student knows more about the operation of this theatre than I do and could well and easily transfer out and leave me high and dry. So I'm hoping whatever it is she wants, that it's not too tough a pill to swallow. I wish that place were viable, yet I know it's on it's knees and the administration intends to keep it there. They need to spend money on it and get it up in shape, and we need to rebuild it so it's a viable alternative to the other schools in the city, but with everyone having to scrape by just to make ends meet with other jobs it's unlikely.

Facebook messaged with the old bf yesterday. Why am I so conflicted about getting involved with him again?

The annual Christmas pottery sale is Saturday, let's hope I make as much as I did last year. That would put me in good stead to plow the windfall back into the business. Maybe I can actually have my dream studio after all.

I know why I'm so conflicted about the old bf. He hates horses, he's set in his ways, he's not one for compromise, and though I'm willing to compromise I'm not willing to do it all. He doesn't want to live in the country, he doesn't want to relocate, he doesn't want to return to northern California to live, not that I'm set on such a thing, but the possibility would be nice. He doesn't want to live in New Mexico, and I have to wonder if I'd ever get him to sell that horrible condo in the ghetto he just bought last year. I say horrible, and that's not true. It's fine, but there's no perks. No place to park the car that's even covered, no yard, since he's on the top floor, no place to have a studio, no place to have any kind of a workshop, it's essentially an apartment. A three bedroom apartment, but an apartment none the less. He's a bit critical, and I'm sorry but that position in my life is well filled. I don't need more criticism, I need someone to balance the load.

But he does make me laugh.

And so it goes:

Love

And that's uncle joe, he's a-movin' kinda slow..at the junction

That would be me today. I've hardly motivated beyond the bathrobe and coffee and it's 9am already. I'm gettin' old.

But today is a late day, and a pretty easy one at that. Things don't start until 3:30, and they're all done at 9:30, so I can take it easy around here if I want. And I do.

Does it make sense to try it again with my former bf? This is the ecouter du jour. I could go back there if I wanted, and though I'd love to be in a relationship again, it begs the question, do I want to be in a relationship with him? He's a good guy, a little, rather a lot neurotic, but who isn't. He can be rather difficult at times, no, I was referring to the former bf not myself. though it is accurate for us both.

oh! I got fixed up on facebook. Isn't THAT weird? A (straight)guy I knew years ago, and briefly at that, (we did a show together), has introduced me to a friend of his. Guy lives in the east I think, friend is still here, and guy decided we should meet. What's up with that? So out of courtesy I sent friend a message saying hello. Odd, this facebook thing. Friend hasn't responded yet. I can't imagine why.

Class wasn't very exciting this week. I felt bad for them that I wasn't on top of things, but I can't get over this sinus infection and it keeps me a bit lethargic.

Next week is their last week of rehearsal, and then it's showtime. There are two who've stopped showing up at all and I'm not giving them the out of dropping them at this late date. I'll just give them incompletes and see what happens to their Pell grants. That should get their attention. I like being thought of as an easy-going teacher, but there are limits.

Got a bunch of pots out of the kiln yesterday and there's one that's given me a dilemma. I originally intended to dip it in a floating blue glaze after the original firing and fire it again but it came out so well I'm tempted to leave the damn thing alone. I still think it would look cool as hell if I re-fired tough.





See my dilemma?

But I should stop pondering such lofty subjects. I still have two sets of dinnerware to make, and a pitcher, and 6 pie plates (which are needed before christmas.oops)So I have work to do and pondering the aesthetics of my "art" is a bit silly, though very fun.

Submitted a proposal yesterday to the University. They need a staffer to handle the facility, provide support for people using the building and equipment etc, but don't have it. I proposed a 20 hr a week position which would pay me rather generously, affording me the opportunity to stop running a cash register, which I would love. I also asked how they intend to handle the rather sizable sum they're going owe me for doing everything I'm doing next semester. They can combine stuff and offer me less, which I won't do. They can combine stuff and offer me a job, which I would do. Or they can choose to do nothing and I'll let them drown. We'll see.

I got new office furniture yesterday. The desk does not fit in my office, but I'll make do. It's ginormous, but it was the smallest one they had! They're going to fix my door issues, and give me a name plate for the door. It's astounding. I'm being treated like faculty! I hardly know how to act.

Still in the throes of Christmas shopping. I cannot get an answer out of my niece and nephew as to what they want. So if they don't answer soon it's Omaha steaks or nothing. I keep thinking I have no time to shop, but after the 15th I'm done teaching for almost a month and I'll have plenty of time, no money, but lots of time.

Well, the coffee's cold, and the pottery and bf issues must be ruminated over some more, so enough of this.

And so it goes:

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What's the big deal

Adam Lambert kissed a guy last week. He did it on television.

He's gay, why would he not kiss another guy?

I don't get it. He didn't advocate wiping all Republican's off the face of the earth,(hmmm) He didn't tear up a picture of the pope (not that there's anything wrong with that) He didn't kill anyone, nor advocate killing anyone, and yet here we are, Americans freaking out because someone publicly demonstrated their sexuality.

It's not 1984, it's 1954. Jesus people, get over it.

I used to have this bf who loudly proclaimed his outness to us all. He berated us for not being out at work, for not telling one and all we met that we are gay.

Then came his time to stand up.

We were standing in my front yard as he was leaving one day and I felt like kissing him, so I turned around and did. He stopped cold, looked around as though someone might see, and said, "S***!"

Not quite as out as he wants to think he is.

So now that we can finally see the difference between, Paul Lynde and Anderson Cooper, and Ellen Degeneres, and Madame Flowers, let's see if we can understand how numb we get to the homogenization.

Why must we all be the same? Why must we live the theme to The Patty Duke Show? You know, "They laugh alike, they walk alike,at times they even talk alike."

Why must we all get married, move to the suburbs, have 2.1 kids and a dog and buy a fucking Subaru? Why can't we want to live in the country and have horses and make pottery and teach a little, and spend Sabatticals in the South of France, and teach workshops in South America? Or must we live the alternative, which is to hide in our homes, ashamed of who we are and how we love because we offend the delicate sensibilities of conservative America?

How much have we actually progressed if I'm still writing these words some 30 years from where I started?

Last week we were informed yet again how much we are valued as human beings. Adam Lambert's appearence was cancelled on GMA and I defy you to guess who was his replacement?

Wait for it!

Convicted felon Chris Brown, of beating of Rhianna fame!

Now do you finally see where we are? Do you finally understand how little we are valued? Do you finally realize how much we are 'tolerated" because they're ruled by their religion? They do what they're told instead of what they know is right.

I guarantee you that if you're out, and a straight person at work gets mad at you, "that fucking faggot" is the phrase I always make book on. In other words, I wonder how many minutes, usually less than 5, does it take before the straight person says it. I promise you it gets said.

There was an interestingly truthful episode of NYPD some years ago, and a guy who was closeted was giving John the show's token gay character hell about tolerating straight people and he said "...they say terrible things about you behind your back."

He was right, they do.

It may be my job to forgive them, but I DO NOT have to remake myself in their image.

"My hypocrisy goes only so far." Doc Holliday, Tombstone

And so it goes:

Love

A tribute to what passes for news nowadays

Reprinted from CNN.com-

Until Tiger Woods addresses questions surrounding car accident, speculation will continue

By Gary Van Sickle, Senior Writer, Sports Illustrated
Published: November 28, 2009



There is one thing — and only one thing — that we know for certain: It was not a happy Thanksgiving for Tiger Woods.

When Woods was involved in a late-night, one-car accident near the driveway of his home in the wealthy gated community of Isleworth in Windermere, Fla., it took 13 hours for news of it to become public. But when the news did break, it proved that there is no such thing as a "minor accident" (as Tiger's official website described it) when you are arguably the most famous sportsman on the planet. The incident promptly snowballed into a you-know-what-storm, fueled by the twenty-first century dynamic duo of the Internet and 24-hour cable news networks.

Woods, 33, is famous for zealously guarding his privacy. Associates who break the code of silence are exiled from Camp Tiger, a list that includes former friends and his first caddie. He even named his big-honking yacht "Privacy" in honor of the one thing he values most. Some of his barriers are holding firm, for now. His wife's parents, reached in Sweden by the Associated Press, declined to comment on the incident. But not even Woods can hide from this news cycle, whether his accident turns out to be a mere fender-bending embarrassment or a larger image-denting, marriage-threatening scandal.

One little traffic accident may cause his carefully constructed circle of privacy to crumble like the Berlin Wall.

The timing couldn't be much worse. The fact that it happened on a holiday weekend is inconsequential. In a few days Woods is scheduled to host his own post-season tournament in southern California, the Chevron World Challenge, which raises money for his charitable foundation. Can he blow off his own event and avoid the inevitable media frenzy? Perhaps, but he can't dodge it indefinitely.

Stonewalling is a bad option. Roger Clemens and Alex Rodriguez can testify to that. What Woods should do is take control of the story and explain what happened — good, bad or otherwise. Get it over with and let the ever-impatient news cycle find its fresh meat elsewhere. The alternative is weeks spent picking away at the many unexplained details of his crash. At best, the incident will be a minor glitch that is quickly forgotten. At worst, it could damage his carefully crafted public image.

Almost daily we see the dark side of the New Age Media, from Octo-Mom to Balloon Boy to Jon and Kate and everything Britney. Now it may be Tiger's turn, even if this turns out to be just a simple traffic mishap. You know things are spinning out of control when the jokes are already starting to bubble up. I heard this one Saturday morning from a fellow golf writer: What's the difference between Tiger Woods hitting a wedge shot and Tiger Woods driving a Cadillac Escalade? Tiger can back up a wedge shot with no problem.

Team Tiger likes being in control. That's why they sued an artist who was selling paintings of Tiger, saying they owned his image. That's why they sued (and won) when an Irish magazine published faked nude photos of his wife, Elin. That's why they sued (again, successfully) his yacht builder for using Tiger's name and photos of his boat in promotional material. But this latest episode isn't contained to little-read Irish tabloids or brochures from boat builders. In the age of blogging and Twitter, innuendo can make its way around the world before Tiger's lawyers pull their spikes on. The story is already threatening to race well beyond their control.

So what's the big deal about a little car crash? A one-car accident in the middle of the night often raises eyebrows, if only among the neighbors. In this high-profile case, local cops said quickly that they didn't believe alcohol was involved and that it was being treated as a traffic crash, not a domestic issue. The problem for Team Tiger is that there remain plenty of tantalizing questions, and precious few answers.

Where was Tiger going in his car at 2:25 in the morning? On a diaper run? To 7-Eleven for a Slurpee? The drive-through window at Wendy's? And why did he crash? Most accidents occur within 25 miles of home, but Tiger's was within 50 feet of his driveway. What caused him to go off-road so quickly and lose a game of pinball to a fire hydrant first and then a tree? We don't know.

How badly was he really injured? Initial reports listed him in serious condition, but that is standard procedure for any patient who is hospitalized. Woods, who was reportedly unconscious for up to six minutes after the accident, was treated and released with nothing more serious reported than facial lacerations. Was he wearing a seat belt? We don't know.

Why did Elin allegedly smash the back window of the SUV with a golf club to help her husband get out? Initial reports stated that she heard the crash from inside the house and went outside to see what happened. Wouldn't it have been easier to grab a spare key or remote-entry device to unlock the doors, or at least smash in a smaller passenger side window? What was said in the 911 call to report the accident? We don't know that, either, but we soon will. Authorities plan to release those tapes, perhaps as early as Sunday.

And what about the rumors? A National Enquirer story leaked two days before the accident linked Woods to a New York hostess and reported that she was in Melbourne with him (and allegedly staying at the same hotel) while he played in the Australian Masters two weeks ago. The Associated Press took the claim seriously enough to contact the woman, Rachel Uchitel, who strenuously denied that she has been having an affair with Woods.

It's this salacious side story that has fuelled much of the coverage. At least one major entertainment website claims Elin Woods gave different versions of the accident to the Windemere Police and the Florida Highway Patrol. In a second version, told to FHP officers, the website cites an anonymous police source claiming that Elin caused Tiger's facial injuries during an argument (apparently about the alleged affair) and that she chased him with the golf club as he attempted to drive away, striking the vehicle with the club and distracting her husband seconds before the crash. The website also reported that there was no trace of blood on the steering wheel or dashboard, suggesting that Woods did not suffer his injuries in the collision.

Until the police interview Woods and determine the facts — or until Woods decides to talk publicly himself — his fans will be left to ponder for themselves possible answers to these many questions. And that leaves many of them getting their information from media that specialize in entertainment, not news gathering, outlets like the National Enquirer and the many celebrity websites. Even legitimate news organizations have joined in past rushes to judgment that went very wrong, notably the Olympic bombing in Atlanta and the Duke lacrosse rape story. But as long as Team Tiger remains silent on what happened, the playing field is being turned over to gossip-focused media that often publish first and apologize (in very small print) later.

More than 24 hours into the news cycle, we still don't know what really happened to Tiger Woods. All we know is that his Thanksgiving weekend was not good. Not good at all.-

Ed.-I don't suppose it matters at all that this is none of our business, does it. Is there ever going to be a return to actual news gathering? I doubt it.

HGF

The list

I haven't done a list in a couple of years to be sure I acknowledge the things I'm thankful for so I've decided it's time this year.

It's cold as hell here at night in NM. 15 last night(brr), but it's supposed to get better by 1 or 2. I hope so, I hate hiking in the bitter cold and we're going out around then. The dogs are like "Are you out of your fucking minds? I'm not staying out here! I pee'd now let me back in!"

So here all comfy cozy in our little cabin I'll say my thanks.

And I am grateful for:

My friends worldwide, who think of me, communicate with me, and support me always.

The remainder of my "family" that wishes to include me and keeps me close.

The knowledge that I've created a family of my own that cares about me and I them.

The benefits my education has brought me. The job at the University is far from perfect, but it's going to reap benefits in the end, and that's a good thing.

Being a teacher.

My health. I always mention it and as long as it hangs in there I will continue to do so.

My home. I'm lucky to have a place I am comfortable in and in which I can stay a long time if I choose to.

Being a potter. I've had some pretty great breakthroughs this year and that makes me happy. I should thank Keith D. Smith for bringing that to me many years ago. I put it down for a while but it kept coming back to me and I'm glad I heeded it's insistence.

Knowing horses. I learn something from them every day.

Being gay. That I think has taught me that I am part of something larger, and I am duty-bound to pay back what I've been given. It's a gift we shouldn't overlook.

Being loved. That's a very lucky thing indeed. I did my best to prevent it for a long time.

Finally understanding that to be something, or to claim something you simply have to start doing it.

Living now. This time, this moment, this era.

So be Safe, be healthy, be happy...and be grateful for what you have.

And so it goes:

Love

It is tomorrow isn't it?

Well the cold from hell is still here. I've been doing it all wrong and repeatedly so I guess I shouldn't be surprised I'm still suffering from this. Force fluids, no dairy, don't over do, all the things I've not been doing and will now observe.

Last night late it hit me again, achy, sore, chilled...shit!

But I feel a little better this morning. Let's hope this will subside soon. I know I'm run-down, but damn.

I also know I'm 52 so...fuck.

But I have nothing to do today so I'll rest a lot and maybe hike a little and probably sleep a lot. That should do the trick, and it truly is what I need.

The university decided it had a minor crisis yesterday that they needed to call me about, which I couldn't help them with. But it seemed to make them feel better so I was glad I could do what I did. Don't they know it's a holiday?

Anyway, I'm vacating, there's nothing much to tell.

Oh! the Vatican has learned, form it's own report that there is no "causal connection between homosexual identity and the sexual abuse of minors" (payor)
They haven't commented. You gotta admire the consistency of their hypocrisy.

Congress is still debating whether and how to create jobs. I'd need to research it but I'm sure the New Deal in the 1930's was killed by the Supremes for some constitutional reason, but damn if it didn't put millions to work. With all the things we need that can and should be done at the federal level I'd think there'd be a way to make that happen if they'd out their minds to it instead of introducing resolutions to commemorate Confucious'2560th birthday. Or to fight health care reform. Stone age thinking.

And so it goes:

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All that stuff

Bert Chapman is a dick.

Bert Chapman is a homophobe, and a bigot and should be exiled.

I hate him and I've never met him.

Bert Chapman has every right to express his views.

And I will stand right next to him and defend his right to do so.

Bert Chapman stands for everything I hate.

He's religious, He's conservative, He's a bigot, He's a homophobe, He's ill-informed,and he manipulates facts to make his weak-ass case to discriminate against gays because it costs too much.

Even though he's a librarian he's a huge part of the problem with the education system. It should not matter what education costs. It should be our primary concern.

But right now, being the fools we apparently are, we're all getting bogged down in a debate about whether Bert has the right to say these things and keep his job.

Let's pose the question: "Would you like someone to come along and tell you that you cannot express your views publicly because they're an embarrassment to your employer, therefore you do not have the right to do so?"

Personally I'd go ape-shit.

I'd likely throw my academic career right out the fucking window and then devote the remainder of my days to preventing that from happening to anyone else.

Bert Chapman is a dick.

Bert Chapman can say whatever the fuck he wants.

Cause when it's my turn I'm gonna say whatever the fuck I want and no one is gonna stop me.

No one should be afraid of losing their job because they express their personal views.

Richard Rothstein at Proceed At Your own Risk makes the case that if Chapman would substitute the word homosexual with the word Negro, and the acronym AIDS for Cardio-vascular disease, he'd be out on his librariatic ass the day he posted it.

Sadly, he's probably right. But doesn't that make the case that we're censoring what we don't like and giving tacit approval to what we agree with to avoid having confrontations of our own?

The best part of these debates is that we get to refine the rules as we go.

No we shouldn't be allowing discrimination against anyone, gay, straight, black, white, green, bigot, liberal, librarian, illiterate. Doesn't matter.

But this is about a larger matter all of a sudden. The right to say it.

I'm recently had a debate with a student over free speech and interpretation.

We were analyzing A Doll's House, by Henrik Ibsen. I asked what the predominate religious influence in Norway was in 1890, and the answer was, Christian. I said,
"So the Norwegians had bought into the Christianity thing and it figured heavily into their social and political attitudes."

She muttered from the back of the room, "What's THAT supposed to mean?"

I said, "What's what supposed to mean?"

"They bought into the whole Christianity thing." she replied.

"Is religion not a choice?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked, now not sure she wants to have this debate with me.

"Does one not choose to be a Lutheran, a Methodist, an Episcopalian, a Catholic, a Baptist, or even a Buddhist?" I asked.

"Well, yes." She replied even more quietly than before.

"Then does it not follow that Christianity, of whatever variety, is a choice and one invests in it in many ways?" I asked.

"Sure." Was the plaintive response.

"Then let's not develop a chip on our shoulder every time someone mentions religion. It figures heavily into almost all of our history, right or wrong." I said.

"Yeah, but it doesn't have to be insulting." A challenge. It's like dueling with an unarmed man.

"What's insulting about mentioning a society's investment in a religious belief?" I asked.

"Well, nothing, but it sounded like you were saying it was a bad thing." She said.

"How so?"

"...i don't know, never mind."

Unfortunately she hasn't been back to class since that encounter. but instead of defending my right to say what she perceives as a slam against Christianity, and Gods know I censor myself ALL THE TIME in that regard in class, she chooses to not participate in the class any longer. This doesn't hurt me, it hurts her, and it hurts the process of free speech. If she'd stand up and state her beliefs she'd get heard, but running away from a challenge is the new apathy. So in an argument that never existed censorship wins. And it's wrong.

This brings me back to my old wheeze that our education system does not impress upon it's students their responsibility to defend the Constitution. That, in all likelihood most of them don't even understand the constitution. And sadly after 4th grade history never look at the document again.

Bert Chapman has the right to spew his bigotry and hate. And we have the responsibility to stand up to him.

And so it goes:

Love

No rest for the wicked

I'm in this really expansive, reflective, pensive, talkative mood, and the whole fucking day is packed.

I've got two meetings, a chiropractor appt, 6 hrs at the grocery, and three hrs of teaching. How I managed to schedule all this I'll never know.

Alas there it is.

I want to do a post about loss, and people who cost us heavily just to let them pass through our lives, and about thanks and all the things I have to be thankful for right now, and about possibilities, and new beginnings.

I hope I don't forget it all by the time I have the chance to do it tomorrow.

I'm off to try to conquer this stupid schedule I made.

And so it goes:

These guys are only kinda hot, but the picture is titled "those were the days" and I couldn't resist cause even if they weren't on days like today I'm sure they were.
Love

Runner 1

Runner 1, originally uploaded by iantoharkness.

just testing the flickr feature and i thought this was a great way to start.

The cold from hell

This damn cold will NOT go away!

I am worse than whiney about it, I'm just plain mean.

I was crabby as shit yesterday at work, and today I have to go do a presentation with one of my students who I KNOW is not ready. though it's an honors section for an undergrad I expect way more better work than what she has produced. And today the world gets to see what she's done. Yippee.

So I approach the end of the work week with this wonerful wonerful attitude. Ain't she lucky?

I can't even stand being around myself so I truly pity everyone else.

I should go back to bed and not subject the world tome today, alas, I'm committed to this mess. I'm gonna try to keep my mouth shut. (stop laughing)

Enough bitching! The weekend s here. I'll rest this will get better and I can take a much needed vacation. Then there's the quiet time of the holidays. Ah there, that's better. The frantic pace is near an end. That makes me feel recovered already.

And so it goes:






Love

Thanksgiving is when????

A week? Yeah!!!

Come Tuesday morning after my class, I'm the hell outta here. Eagle Nest here I come. It shouldn't be too crowded, there's hardly any snow. Fine by me, I'm not much of a skier anyway. Bunny slopes are more my speed. And sometimes THEY'RE too fast.

So I'll lay about and read and hike, and sleep, and oh yes, eat.

Still high on Zack Greinke's win of the Cy Young yesterday. It's such a rarity to hear of any good news from that organization that I revel in any I can get.

Jacque Pennyea is fussing about sending me a new credit card. Well, fuck I lost the last one. I'm senile give me a fucking break. It's likely somewhere in this apartment, but damned if I can find it. There's no change in the balance so no one actually has it, and if they do they're the dumbest damn criminal ever, it's not getting used.

Gotta renew this domain today before I forget it again. Do NOT want to lose this outlet.

Speaking of losing outlets. There are like two classes that have made so far for next semester in the entire dept at the university. Very dismal. Two of them are mine, thank Gods. And I'm looking in to the notion that directing and Tech directing are two different positions and I should get paid for both. That would make 4 (count 'em) 4 adjunct positions from there alone, plus the two from the college and I'd be good to go.

Still suffering from this damn cold, but at least today there's no sore throat. Did a long and painful netti pot last night which seemed to do the trick in that area. But today the headful is localized. lovin' it. (snort)

Oh! Spoke with Missouri this morning and they're processing my birth certificate amendment as we speak and should have it out next week. Which means the first of December since next week is Thanksgiving. But still...yeah!

Glazed a bunch of pots yesterday, and now I have to go and make some more of the latest order I got.

Everyone's poor this year so it already appears that they're gonna get all warm and fuzzy this Christmas since they can't buy anybody anything...well, ok. I warn you every year that it'll happen here and sooner or later I'm gonna be right.

It's probably time to do another of those "what should I be thankful for" lists that are so popular on the net nowadays. Well maybe next week from NM, for now I got work to do.

And so it goes:

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Shame on me

Here I was this morning all talking about me and my shit and I forgot THE most important thing that happened ALL FUCKING DAY!!!!

Zack Greinke won the Cy fucking Young award!!!

To borrow a phrase from a fellow blogger who also loves baseball.

"Can I get a WOOT!?!?!?"

Seriously the Royals are fucking losers of the first waters, and yet they have the best pitcher in baseball in their midst.

Speaking of which:

or:

This kid can fucking PITCH!

Sometimes it gets better...

Thankfully, this cold is improving. I was sooo miserable Monday and Tuesday I hardly got through the days. Luckily the classes I subbed yesterday were back to back, so I was through in record time and headed home where I stayed. This morning it's a bit of a sore throat but other than that I'm pretty much back to normal.

And it's a good thing too! This morning I have to meet with a guy about my office furniture, look at an honor students presentation for Friday and give her suggestions on it. Go to pottery class and glaze a bunch of stuff, make six little pie tins and a pitcher, grade some papers, and teach from 6-9. Piece of cake.

The house is a wreck from my laying around being sickly, and there's no time to fix it until maybe Friday.

The killer of Jorge Stephen Lopez Mercado says he was in a gay panic when he killed. Oh, please. When will people figure out that such a thing doesn't exist? How much do you want to bet that Mercado was a skinny little twink who this big guy cold easily have taken in a fight. But he got scared when he saw a hard penis instead of a vagina. Really? We're so fucked up about sexual matters that we'll believe anything.

Speaking of which have I mentioned how that several members of one of my classes went ape-shit upon discovering the content of RENT. They displayed unconscionable manners when laying their own morality on the material. There was a brief but unpleasant diatribe by their professor about how we're not here for THAT SHIT. We're here to discuss the theatricality of the piece, not the morality the audience is imposing on it. One of the students gave me a critique that said something to the effect of "I can't review the whole thing cause I left half way through." I gave it back with a "c" and a note. "I paid you the same courtesy you paid these actors, I left halfway through." What do you want to bet I hear from the Dean.
THAT discussion I'm ready for.

See! Feeling better already.

And so it goes.


Love