Feeling Bleh

I haven't been reading. I haven't been writing. I haven't been running. I have not progressed on the Ten for Ten front. Essentially I feel like I haven't been doing anything productive. But I HAVE been skiing! I've gone the past four weekends in a row. There was also a fun trip to Atlanta/Birmingham last week. (Visited an office that was like traveling back in time, shrimp and grits for dinner, rear-ended in the Starbucks drive-thru lane, and a stop at Cracker Barrel!)

I've made a resolution to take advantage of Denver this year. While I count skiing as part of that, here are two other things on my list:

1. Dinosaur Ridge: dinosaur footprints!
2. Casa Bonita: cliff divers and terrible Mexican food!

For a post about feeling bleh, there are way too many exclamation points.


Showtune Tuesday: The Prince of Egypt

Darlings, I am psyched for the spring DGMC concert. The theme is "Hollywood Confidential." We are singing three previous ST selections AND this one, which I have always wanted to do for a karaoke duet!


Daily LOL

Dangerous Wands, thanks to a reader commenting on my story ideas.


Rambling: Heaven, Hell, and Jersey Boys

StoryCorps kicked me in the junk on Friday morning with Gwen Richards.

We've been here before. (#16 on 25 Things.) I recall a homily or a movie describing how when you die and go to Heaven, all the things you cared about or worried about on Earth won't matter anymore, because you'll be bathed in God's love or whatever. But is it horribly self-centered to want to remember? Wouldn't that be showing big love for God's creation? It's not like I think everything in life is as good as an Abba song, but like my sister's Christmas letter said, "we laughed more than we cried."

Speaking of being the center of the universe, there is a good deal of truth in this line from Paul Rudnick's I Shudder: "...as a child, I was so appallingly egocentric that I assumed everyone was gay. I didn't divide the world into categories of straight and gay, but into people from New Jersey and people from New York." It made perfect sense for a while. This is how I think; this is what everyone must be like.

In June of my junior year of high school, I went to American Legion Jersey Boys State with about 800 other teenage guys. We were members of a fictional state, the whole program designed to teach us about (from the website) "the duties, privileges, rights and responsibilities of American citizenship. Boys State endeavors to provide a foundation for understanding self-government, a rational approach toward the solution of public questions, and a live faith in the ideals and processes of democracy." I was miserable. I had recently come out to the first of my friends and was freaked about rooming with five strangers for a week. I spent our free afternoons reading a copy of No Exit at the Rider University Bookstore. (What a douche! I made tons of friends.) The highlight of the experience was that we had meals at the school's dining halls, so you could have soft serve ice cream whenever you wanted.

There was an assembly with speeches by State Senator Anthony Bucco and Woodbridge Mayor Jim McGreevey. During a Q&A, one of the boys asked McGreevey a question about discrimination against gay people. In his response, he touched on how people fear those who are different and that one day, he thought GLBT people would have equality under the law. I was looking around the room to see how this crowd would react. A handful of people stood up and clapped. One was Paulo, from my high school's delegation. I had a soft spot for him after that.

I recently watched Outrage. There is a lot of discussion with McGreevey. It's funny to think about that brief intersection with him. Admittedly, his ex-wife's recent opposition to same-sex marriage is funnier, but more in the crying (not laughing) kind of way.


Showtune Tuesday: Beauty and the Beast

I was lead to this week's selection by the Broadway channel on Pandora. (Super fun.) "I'm especially good at expectorating!"


Story Ideas

  • The four most powerful wizards of the age graduate wizarding school and spend their lives making each other miserable. Harry Potter meets Closer.

  • Everyone is born and grows up gay, until the age of 21, when a biological change makes them heterosexual. The story would focus on a particular knot of people, like a family, or a group of friends, along the lines of Never Let Me Go. For all I know, Ursula Le Guin has already written this.

  • A modern retelling of Utopia Limited; the Utopia in question is the Jersey Shore.


Perry v. Schwarzenegger

A good article on the federal case challenging Proposition 8 in the New Yorker.


Today a parade went right by my office! It was promoting the National Western Stock Show.

Mutton Bustin' looks like the best part of this.

Showtune Tuesday: Buffy the Vampire Slayer


Starting Weight

185 pounds.

The Punny Side of the Street

Belcaro Paint and Decorating Center has an electronic sign outside that my boyfriend thought I would like because it lures customers with messages like: "We'll hook hue up." Yesterday: "Go faux it." This morning: "We have big tints."


A Letter to Senators of New Jersey

To Senators Bateman,Bucco,Cardinale,Connors,Doherty,Girgenti,Haines,
Singer,Turner,and Van Drew:

Having been born and raised in Morris County, New Jersey, I am deeply saddened by your vote against the Freedom of Religion and Equality in Civil Marriage Act. Your vote was a vote against me and the family I dream of having one day. I hope you and your loved ones are never put in a similar position.

Being gay and being from New Jersey means I have survived many insults. I will survive the insult your vote has inflicted. Your role in our government will not. To that end, I will urge all friends, family, and citizens of New Jersey to send a message at the ballot box that the discrimination you have shown is not a quality we tolerate in our leaders.



Showtune Tuesday: Miss Saigon

Alas, old links are broken.


Quote of the Day

From Slaughterhouse-Five, here is the passage describing what the story of a World War II movie looked like when Billy Pilgrim watched it backwards:

American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses, took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.

The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers, and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans, though, and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France, though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.

When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody ever again.

The American fliers turned in their uniforms, became high school kids. And Hitler turned into a baby, Billy Pilgrim supposed. That wasn't in the movie. Billy was extrapolating. Everybody turned into a baby, and all humanity, without exception, conspired biologically to produce two perfect people named Adam and Eve, he supposed.