Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Props to the prom princes


Congrats and well-done to students of Davis Senior High in Davis, CA, for the write-in election of Brandon Raphael and Kiernan Gatewood - a gay couple - as the Royal Court Princes of their prom.

H/T to Pam and Fritz.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

And we're back

Okay - enough of the sloth and indolence - I just love saying that.

I've recuperated enough from my week in New York City covering a huge event for work to blog again. This was one serious stretch assignment for me - but it really paid off. I learned a lot, got pushed waaaaay out of my comfort zone many times and, - best of all - pulled off a very successful and comprehensive communications plan.

And we pause so that I may bask in the accolades...

It was so bizarre - to be in a this huge hotel (the Millenium, Times Square) with glaring, blaring, gaudy and bawdy Times Square a half block away - and, with the exception of an occasional run to the Starbucks next door, I never left the hotel...for four days.

Not that I should have, mind you, after day one.

Thanks to the reliability of the web-based publishing tool we use (start gnashing teeth here), between Wednesday morning and Friday morning, I had exactly 6.5 hours of sleep. In fact, on Wednesday night, we were only able to get the tool working between the hours of 2-3 am.

Hey - wait - we're a technology company? Say what?

Thursday morning, at 6 am, I stopped working long enough to slip on a pair of track pants, flip flops and a hoodie - ran my fingers through my unbrushed hair that had been slept on for two and a half hours - and took my bloodshot, unshaved self downstairs in search of a Starbucks vente Americano.

I took my position behind a well-dressed business woman who, it turned out, was the senior vice president for the business unit I support.

Okay - I will be the first to admit, I was not at my best. But the look this woman gave me...the man who has supported and driven many of her internal communications programs for three years now...well, it was as if I had just oozed out from under the bakery counter and was putting roach doo-doos on her Ferragamos.

As it turned out, we made small talk - but she wouldn't face me and spoke very softly. So I had to keep going "huuhhh???' "whaaat did you saaay?"

Let's hear it for the sleep-deprived, unkempt little retarded boy! Yaaaay.

When I saw her later, appropriately attired, everything was back to normal - meaning she pretty much ignored me because there were more important people in the room. But that's the world of corporate - I simply don't rank high enough most days.

Anyhoo - it was great experience, but the best moment of the week, I realize, was when I was standing on the train platform in Rhinecliff, looking across the Hudson at the town I call home - my train disappearing in the distance...and the only sound I could hear was the lapping of the waves and the sound of the wind. I could have stood there forever, it seemed.

And oh yes - my hotel room smelled like pickles. How the hell you can get a 31st floor hotel room in Manhattan to smell like pickles is beyond me.

Random, I know - but it didn't fit anywhere else in the story.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Don't buy ghosts from strangers

Another great short from the funny folks at Waverly Films:

Saturday, October 13, 2007

So we don't forget...


This is the ninth anniversary of the death of Matthew Shepard.

What happened to Matthew could - and does still happen on a regular basis. Gay bashing, murder and hatred still awaits us on many corners of many places in this world.

The current administration - and the right-wing conservative base that clings on to a fantasy, supporting a failed regime takeover of the American idea of democracy - makes the case that gays, lesbian and transgendered people who ask for protection from similar harm are promoting a political agenda, asking for special rights.

Is living free from fear a "special right" in America?

So - stop for a moment today - remember Matthew. And think about one thing you can do to make a difference.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Umm...remember when...

...we all thought Farrah had lost her mind - when she was in that Playboy video where she was painting with her breasts?

Well, hang on to your seats, kiddies. Courtesy of that wacky nation down-under, there is a South African painter who paints with his little Tasmania and goes by the nick-name of "Pricasso."

Read on, stout of heart. Please be sure to note the recent price reduction of his art - must've been a cold day or something.


A Farrah original - or did Jackson Pollock paint this with his scrotum?

Another birthday, a new car ,and cake

So - we unexpectedly ended up buying a new car this weekend.

It's the cutest little thing you ever did see - in fact, it so reminded B of a designer shoe, that he affectionately calls is "Shoe."

What it is , is a 2008 Hyundai Accent in Apple Green. It's a great, highly fuel-efficient, zippy little car.

So - the sad side of this equation is that we finally reached the end of the road for B's previous car - a 1994 Toyota Camry that traveled over 203,000 miles - and followed us from California to snowy Vermont (by way of the month it spent in Passaic, NJ when we shipped it from California) and thence to the lovely Hudson Valley.

We always swore we'd drive it into the ground - and it lasted us a good 10 years (we bought it in 1997), but it was the transmission that won the end of the road raffle.

We knew the end was near when the mechanic opened and adjusted the transmission and called to inform us that the car "goes pretty well forward...," the implication being that the little Camry would never see reverse again.

So - we let go of our old friend with heavy hearts but, as B reminded me, the soul of the car was already gone.

Of course, nothing is more fun in life than trying to:

a) plan a birthday dinner and party
b) prepare for covering a 3 day event in New York City as a "stretch" opportunity - and being held responsible for all written, spoken and video coverage of the event,
c) cleaning the house for "a" after having torn it apart to have the dining room re-sheetrocked
d) working your regular job (mine is like 7-7 every day)

....all while dealing with a broken car and not knowing what the future will bring, automotively.

But we survived.

Although - I'll be excited to get to Friday and see what sleep looks like without the panic attacks and business-related nightmares about failing.

Anyhoo - B's birthday was wonderful. The usual suspects were in force - thank god, or I might have had a nervous breakdown - and I think everyone had a wonderful time. I know B and I did.

We have such wonderful friends - we're very lucky. And that fact that one of them bakes like it's for the gods - makes it even better!

Lesleigh outdid herself - yet again - (you'd think there would be a limit. But no.) and delivered the most sumptuous chocolate-pumpkin cake with orange cream cheese frosting. DIVINE.

The cake was dense and moist - but not overly dense - with an earthy sensibility from the pumpkin. It took the cake out of the pure chocolate stratosphere and gave it some deep basso undertones. Perfection - truly.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Get rich quick! Just pick up the phone!

A tip of the hat to OMG Blog

Bad Choices


I'm a little (a lot!) under the gun this week, what with driving a communications plan (and herding the requisite supporting cats) for a big work event next week in New York City, planning for B's birthday dinner party this weekend, and dealing with trying to find, finance and buy a new car.

So - I thought I'd share some of the things that horrified me this week - and pass them along.

  • Okay - this isn't horrific as much as funny - but the Republican mayor of Pasadena is running for congress. His name? Manlove. COME ON! You just can't make them that easy to take a shot at!!! Just what the GOP needs - more Republican Manlove. Oooo....

  • Over at ClownHall. Michael Medved demonstrates his ongoing need for medication by finding six reasons that slavery in America wasn't really all that bad.

  • Also at ClownHall, Mary Grabar takes a whack at satire and succeeds in proving that she should be beaten to death with whatever mail-order English diploma she purchased. (Be sure to read the comments - you'll be very afraid of who we share this country with - we're apparently all communists, you know.)

  • In the WTF!? category, Debra Cagan, Deputy Assistant Secretary for Coalition Affairs to Defense Secretary Robert Gates stated that she "...hates all Iranians." A gathering of British MPs were horrified by her statements, emotionally scarred by her choice of attire, and viciously nauseated by the fact that Ms. Cagan appears to be none other than actor Crispin Glover in bondage drag. What up Mr. Gates?
Enjoy, kids.