Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
When my niece Hayleigh was born 12 years ago, I spent a lot more time at home. She was the reason for me to come home more often. Hayleigh now has a two year old sister, Marley. I feel bad because I've only visited Marley twice now. However, these are different times and different circumstances. It was delightful to get the opportunity to watch Marley at a dance. She imitates her big sister in her dance style. It's so adorable.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Someone started talking some shit about something they do not fully understand and were not even willing to defend their stance so Riot Cop walked after two songs. It was sad but completely understandable. Stupid fucking people that just want to stir up shit wreak so much havoc on a potentially good time.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Still, I kept applying at the place. Coming from working in a book, music and video store, I figured I could at least get an interview and I always get a job that I interview for. However, I now believe that you have to sign over your first-born to get an interview there. A job there probably requires your soul.
Despite my feelings of rejection, I still go to Powells. It's a great place to just wander around. Plus a lot of cute guys are there and it's near the former gay ghetto. Today, I was down in the area so I spent my lunch break (and then some) in the purple room. The purple room is their history room and also home to their GLBTQ section. I could spend all day just purusing those shelves. And that's just one of their eight rooms.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I still enjoy raising people's conscious and awareness. Today, I helped do so by showing 'Small Town Gay Bar' at the Red & Black Cafe. While there, I met a guy (for the first time) from Bakersfield (I think) California. He said I looked familiar and ended up recognizing me from an Indymedia video. It's nice to know I'm making a difference (or at least an impression).
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
I haven't written this week but I have been doing new things. Unfortunately, I would have rather not had to do any of it.
I just returned from a funeral at a LDS church in Vancouver, WA. The son of one of my co-workers and friends passed away on Saturday night. I didn't find out until I went to work on Monday morning. Much of my week has been spent thinking of her and her family. We passed the hat around at work and raised a good amount of money for her which was nice. I wanted to do more for her though and I had the opportunity as I picked up her work in addition to my own duties. I was more than willing to do it. In fact, I insisted and I wouldn't let anyone else help. I've been her backup at work and she e-mailed me on Monday and asked me to do a few duties.
I never know what to do when someone dies. This time it was exceptionally hard because her son was twelve years old and died in his sleep by unknown causes.
I just wanted to let everyone know why I haven't been writing.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
In the five years that I’ve attended Pride, I’ve never sat and watched the parade. I’ve crashed it twice but I never really took it in. Today, I did just that and I surprisingly loved it. I think that the highlight for me was seeing one of the developmentally disabled adults who is also trans in the parade. That made me proud.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I also signed up for the Portland AIDS Walk which happens in October. They will be giving me a webpage soon so I can take donations on-line and I will be hitting you all up for money then.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
In the Golden Compass and its sequels, author Philip Pullman introduces the idea of daemons. He explains that peoples' daemons are like their souls living outside their body in animal form. Daemons are essentially pets which are empathetically linked to their humans. Maybe that's why I liked the series so much.
I completely relate to a pet being a reflection of a person's soul and humanity and I think other people do too. Why else would there be the "Lord, please help me to be the person that my cat/dog thinks I am" bumperstickers? I know it's a joke but I believe there's a bit of truth in it as well. It sounds ridiculous but the therapy that pets can provide mentally and/or physically ill people is well documented. Pets enrich people's lives. Now, I'm not saying that people are hollow and soul-less without pets but pets are a way for people to wear their heart on their sleeve.
I can also relate to Pullman's idea that it is painful for a human to distance themselves from their daemon. Today, I had to leave Dean at the vet so he could get his hips x-rayed. It was heart-wrenching to do. The doctor speculated that his limping could be the result of arthritis or nerves being pinched in his hips. Fortunately, the x-rays proved otherwise. It turns out that he has a minor tear in his muscles which will heal after a few weeks of not running off-leash. The vet, who was really awesome, recommended swimming for a healthy exercise alternative for Dean. So we will be visiting the Sandy River frequently over the next several weeks under doctor's orders. Plus it will be good just to get away with my daemon.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
When I hooked up my flat-screen monitor last month and viewed my pictures on it, I saw the flaws of my Fujifilm Fine Pix A700. I couldn’t get it out of my head and every picture that I took seemed inferior to me. Once I start obsessing over something, it’s best that I just take care of it right away or I will be pining and whining about it until I do. Yesterday, my new camera, a Panasonic Lumix DMC TZ4 came in. I didn’t get the chance to play with it but I took it out for a test drive today.
It’s a lot more technical than I am used to as far as cameras go. I usually just have the point-and-click cameras that don’t leave a lot of room to do much else other than turn the flash on and off or make it a night setting. This camera has firework, beach, candlelight, pet, baby, sports, sunset, snow and underwater settings and many more. It also just takes a better picture.
Check the photos above. The first one was taken with my Fujifilm. The second was with my Panasonic, my new favorite piece of technology.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I used to love going to Geano's Barber Shop in Hartington, NE because he would usually have some great comics on the coffee table while I waited for my turn. Well, today, I went to get my haircut but stopped at Excalibur Comics before I went there. In continuing with my obsession with Poison Ivy, I found a comic about her. I was hoping for some art that would inspire a T-shirt design for me because I'd love a Poison Ivy/Eco-Terrorist shirt. Unfortunately, it didn't have any good graphic. However, I did add a few more dork points to my nerd scale by purchasing my first comic book in maybe 20 years.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
I went to my first Monkeywrench Cafe today. The Monkeywrench Cafe is a fundraising event held at a household where food is ordered and served and people tell stories of their previous activist work. While it may not sound enthralling, it certainly was. I almost didn't go because of other plans but decided at the last minute to accompany my roommates there and I am so glad I did.
We all have conversations and we all watch movies but how often do we gather around and listen to one person tell stories? Not often enough, that's for sure. The oral tradition is lost on our culture and I enjoyed this opportunity to revive it. I can't wait for the next one!
Friday, June 6, 2008
Today, my friend Atomic and I revived 'Glamarchy Now' which was our Indymedia web radio show that we stopped doing in 2006 when I went to Europe the first time. I love Atomic's initiative as he just set up the time and date and said, "We're doing the show." It felt so good to start up again. Now I don't know why we've waited so long. It's not really a new thing but I've done three Indymedia web-radio shows and this is the only one I've ever gone back to.
I occasionally think (okay, I often think) in a younger mindset than I am actually in so it's jarring to me to have my 32 years come around and kick my body's ass through muscle ache, exhaustion, joints hurting or hair loss. I don't think getting older is a bad thing. I welcomed my 30s with open arms. I just need to adapt my lifestyle to my body's changing needs.
I've also had issue with Dean getting older. I still call him a pup. I know he's graying around the muzzle but he still has a pup mentality most of the time. However, yesterday he started limping really hard on one leg. He's been doing it for a while but it usually would fade away after three minutes of walking. Yesterday, we walked to the library and I practically dragged him. It was odd because he always drags me. Anyway, I was so worried about him that I made a last minute vet appointment and ditched the last hour of work for him. It turns out they will have to sedate him next week and do an X-Ray. It's either a pinched nerve, arthritis, hip problems or a combination. Poor guy.
Monday, June 2, 2008
There is a stark difference between ‘city folk’ and ‘country folk.’ City folk seem a lot more jaded and sarcastic. If you could turn sarcasm into energy, you could keep cities running on that alone. Everything does move slower in the country and it obviously has an impact on the disposition of those who live there. I feel it whenever I go back home. People are just so much easier going and seemingly more willing to lend a hand.
I got to meet the people whose land we were on and Dean got his first and hopefully last taste of an electric fence as he tried to chase a cow. Dumbass. The people were pretty cool, perhaps a bit flaky though. They did agree to let us leave the RV on the land for a bit and the guy is fixing the radiator for a small fee. The lady (I have to use genders because I don’t know names) had to head to town anyway so she gave us a ride home with the possessions that we absolutely needed. We were dropped off downtown and I had Dean so I couldn’t take the bus with everyone else. I had to walk home with Dean, my pillow and a bucket of dog food. I know I got some funny looks but screw the city folk and their attitude.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
My most memorable trip in my two years at McCook Community College was when our choir went to a regional recital in Minneapolis. It was during the winter of 1996 and a record setting snow and ice storm. We got to Minneapolis okay, only having to stop unexpectedly once in Iowa when the choir teacher was positive short bus windows were going to break from the cold. Coming back, we broke down in Stuart, Iowa. Hell had frozen over and they renamed it Iowa. It sounds bad but it was one of the most fun trips of my life up until then.
In Europe, our break down at the Czech/German border was a delay in the schedule but it was also a welcomed break in routine. You see a pattern here?
On the way back from our RV trip to the coast, we broke down. We broke down so many times I lost count. Steam was pouring out of the crack in the radiator and filling the RV up. We got to see a lot more of the coast and I think it's probably one of the most beautiful places to break down. Due to these delays, we ended up getting the chance to walk along hike Oswald Park, walk Cannon Beach, play a game of soccer, see Klootchy Creek park, meet some interesting folks at a gas station outside Seaside, talk to a nice highway patrol person and camp an extra night at a farm. It wasn't the most ideal of situations but I did enjoy myself. And people say I've turned into a pessimist...