I'm ashamed to admit that for the first couple of seconds after I heard about the space station losing their toolbox into the vast expanse of the universe my immediate thought was, "Why can't they just get a new one?"
Silly Daisy, there are still some places that don't have FedEx.
Like Space.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Erase my memory!
This was a photo in People's sexiest man alive issue.
People please! Michael Phelps is no D'Angelo. Someone get him to pull up his pants. His mother (the most important woman in his life) must be horrified. I know I am.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Prop 8
How I long for the days when my posts could be fun and frivolous- I was recently telling my bf about how I used to go to Marquee with a bunch of friends who had other, really rich friends and how we would be in the bottle service VIP areas drinking $300 vodka and dancing on the white leather couches.
As I was telling this story I realized how ridiculous it sounds now a mere two years later. So much is going wrong in the world and how could I have spent one minute dancing on a white leather couch while this was just building up and building up is beyond me. As my friend Andy says, "Ah the folly of youth!"
Anyway- that's for me to digest later.
I was really heartbroken about Prop 8 passing in California. I honestly just don't get it. If super conservatives really want to "make marriage stronger" or "preserve the family" why don't they make divorces more difficult to obtain- because I'll tell you from experience divorce sure as shit didn't make my family "stronger."
But more depressing to me was the law Arkansas passed making it impossible for gay or heterosexual couples who are not legally married to adopt. There are so many children in the adoption system who need loving, stable homes- more children than foster homes that fit into the Arkansas rule book. And a married couple is no more stable (due to the availability of divorce) than a long term cohabitating one. Where are these children going to go? How much more damage do they need to endure going in and out of poorly funded group homes and inadequate temporary situations to appease the Religious Right?
Dan Savage wrote a great article about how devastating this law truly is to children who need good homes- that (yes) stable homosexual couples could provide.
Please read and write someone about it.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/12/opinion/12savage.html?ref=opinion
As I was telling this story I realized how ridiculous it sounds now a mere two years later. So much is going wrong in the world and how could I have spent one minute dancing on a white leather couch while this was just building up and building up is beyond me. As my friend Andy says, "Ah the folly of youth!"
Anyway- that's for me to digest later.
I was really heartbroken about Prop 8 passing in California. I honestly just don't get it. If super conservatives really want to "make marriage stronger" or "preserve the family" why don't they make divorces more difficult to obtain- because I'll tell you from experience divorce sure as shit didn't make my family "stronger."
But more depressing to me was the law Arkansas passed making it impossible for gay or heterosexual couples who are not legally married to adopt. There are so many children in the adoption system who need loving, stable homes- more children than foster homes that fit into the Arkansas rule book. And a married couple is no more stable (due to the availability of divorce) than a long term cohabitating one. Where are these children going to go? How much more damage do they need to endure going in and out of poorly funded group homes and inadequate temporary situations to appease the Religious Right?
Dan Savage wrote a great article about how devastating this law truly is to children who need good homes- that (yes) stable homosexual couples could provide.
Please read and write someone about it.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/12/opinion/12savage.html?ref=opinion
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Sometimes You Get too Old for Eyeliner
I sometimes write for a music website that is currently showcasing a lot of articles about the Cure, who I love. But the current pictures of the newly rejoined Cure show a bloated Robert Smith, old and haggard, who unfortunately doesn't seem to have gotten the memo- he is still wearing his 80's rocker eyeliner- which of course only just enhances his age and bloat.
We all know the people who can't let it go. Dads who still smoke pot to keep it real. Moms who rock too tight jeans. Aging musicians are especially notorious for public displays of clinging to the coattails of youth. There is the shockingly reunited Def Leppard singing with Taylor Swift as the latest example of guys in their late 40's trying to cram their sagging tummies into leopard print spandex one more time- for the fans, of course.
My own spandex moment came when I was sitting in an airport bar. The waiter was really cute and completely flirting with me. I was psyched! I flirted back and tried to coolly sip my alcoholic beverage when it suddenly hit me. I'm almost 29 years of age. This guy who appeared to be my age was a waiter at an airport bar. An almost 30 airport bar waiter means one thing. He "really" is something else: an actor, poet, bassist, or sculptor. I've dated all four types and paid for all four to live while they pursued their true passion. My true passion apparently was paying for guys to follow theirs.
And right then (with great relief I must say) I was over it. I was over dating not quite successful, 30 something artists. Good bye airport waiters, baristas, line cooks, dishwashers, bartenders, etc. You were great fun back in the day but now dating you is like sad, 80's black eyeliner on my heart (and wallet)- it makes me look as pathetic and desperate as poor Robert Smith.
Being really young and fun is great and I wouldn't have missed it for the world- but I'm kind of excited to learn about something new- like what it's like to date men with jobs! It will probably cost a lot less and there won't be all those mornings where you wake up hungover with your awesome black eyeliner smudged and stained with waiter induced tears.
We all know the people who can't let it go. Dads who still smoke pot to keep it real. Moms who rock too tight jeans. Aging musicians are especially notorious for public displays of clinging to the coattails of youth. There is the shockingly reunited Def Leppard singing with Taylor Swift as the latest example of guys in their late 40's trying to cram their sagging tummies into leopard print spandex one more time- for the fans, of course.
My own spandex moment came when I was sitting in an airport bar. The waiter was really cute and completely flirting with me. I was psyched! I flirted back and tried to coolly sip my alcoholic beverage when it suddenly hit me. I'm almost 29 years of age. This guy who appeared to be my age was a waiter at an airport bar. An almost 30 airport bar waiter means one thing. He "really" is something else: an actor, poet, bassist, or sculptor. I've dated all four types and paid for all four to live while they pursued their true passion. My true passion apparently was paying for guys to follow theirs.
And right then (with great relief I must say) I was over it. I was over dating not quite successful, 30 something artists. Good bye airport waiters, baristas, line cooks, dishwashers, bartenders, etc. You were great fun back in the day but now dating you is like sad, 80's black eyeliner on my heart (and wallet)- it makes me look as pathetic and desperate as poor Robert Smith.
Being really young and fun is great and I wouldn't have missed it for the world- but I'm kind of excited to learn about something new- like what it's like to date men with jobs! It will probably cost a lot less and there won't be all those mornings where you wake up hungover with your awesome black eyeliner smudged and stained with waiter induced tears.
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