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Writer's Block: Total Eclipse of the Sun [Jul. 22nd, 2009|09:56 pm]
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[mood |....]

Solar eclipses, like the one visible in India and across Southeast Asia today, have often inspired violence, fear, and superstition in the past. What do they signify to you?
They are part of the evidence that the world is neither flat nor the center of the universe.
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facebook sucks elephant [bleep] [Jul. 3rd, 2009|06:44 pm]
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[mood |angry>>:P]

(Cue Andy Rooney...) What is it with people who have decided that Firefox 2 is no longer good enough for their silly web sites? I am giving up on attempting to create a facebook page because apparently the pluperfect blooming idiots who implemented the site just had to do something so ultra-complex that Firefox 3 is required. But, Firefox 3 requires libraries that aren't on my Linux system and I don't feel like dealing with all of the .so version-hacking to fix that.

To facebook in particular and web developers in general: THE WEB WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE THIS KIND OF HYPER-COMPEX COMPUTATIONAL SUPERFUND SITE YOU HAVE TURNED IT INTO.

Nuclear brickbats to the facebook developers and everyone like them.
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the results are in, and.... [Jun. 29th, 2009|10:31 pm]
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[mood |cynical:P]

potentially NSFW blog entryCollapse )
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oh, that's the problem [Jun. 29th, 2009|10:20 am]
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[mood |cranky:P]


What generation are you part of, really? Take this test.


Lessee....

Do you have your own web page? (1 point)
Yes.

Have you made a web page for someone else? (2 points)
Yes.

Do you IM your friends? (1 point)
Yes.

Do you text your friends? (2 points)
No.

Do you watch videos on YouTube? (1 point)
Yes, if rarely.

Do you remix video files from the Internet? (2 points)
No. But I do spin and stream music on the net.

Have you paid for and downloaded music from the Internet? (1 point)
Yes.

Do you know where to download free (illegal) music from the Internet? (2 points)
No. :P

Do you blog for professional reasons? (1 point)
No.

Do you blog as a way to keep an online diary? (2 points)
Yes.

Have you visited MySpace at least five times? (1 point)
Yes.

Do you communicate with friends on Facebook? (2 points)
No.

Do you use email to communicate with your parents? (1 point)
Yes, when my father was still alive.

Did you text to communicate with your parents? (2 points)
No.

Do you take photos with your phone? (1 point)
No.

Do you share your photos from your phone with your friends? (2 points)
No.

Total: 10

0-1 point – Baby Boomer
2-6 points – Generation Jones
6- 12 points – Generation X <---- Got it.
12 or over – Generation Y

So, I'm a Gen-X-er stuck in a "Generation Jones" body. Right. No wonder I never fit in. It's all so clear now....
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Definition [Jun. 21st, 2009|03:15 pm]
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[mood |*smirk*]

Sanctity, noun. The state of affairs in which we get to decide and you don't. Example: "sanctity of marriage" (we get to decide whom you can marry--and you don't).
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Lyrics for Monday [Jun. 16th, 2009|03:22 am]
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NSFW!
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I still can't decide what to say... [Jun. 13th, 2009|01:52 am]
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[mood |*sigh*]

...so I'm going to let Annie Lennox handle it:
No More "I Love You's".
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Writer's Block: Apology Not Accepted [May. 20th, 2009|11:14 pm]
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Have you ever refused to accept someone's apology, or had your own apology rejected?
On rare occasions for each one, yes and yes.
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Lyrics for Wednesday: Billy Joel, "My Life" [Apr. 22nd, 2009|11:12 pm]
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[mood |cynicalcynical]

Another one that I'd like to force-feed to some of my relatives....
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A Letter to My Grandmother [Apr. 13th, 2009|12:42 am]
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[mood |indescribable]

Or, what I would have written to her were she still alive to read it.

My grandmother lived a long life that spanned from being a farm girl in the back woods to driving around in a big white Pontiac that she parked in the garage of a modern house. She thus saw a fast and accelerating pace of change through her whole life. One thing that she did not live to see was the import of the changes wrought by the post-Stonewall GLBT Rights movement. She also did not live to see me come out.

My grandmother died not long after I graduated from high school, just long enough after graduation that I can't quite think she hung on just to see me graduate. But, we were very close, really closer than I was to anyone else in my family. There are, even so, things I never got to say to her--that I was not able to say because I was still denying and passing off attraction to and interest in other guys as "just weird fantasies." I am fairly certain, given her background, that she would have had a very difficult time dealing with my being bisexual. It might even have caused a rift between us that would have hurt both of us very much. But, even so, and even though she cannot be here to read these words now, I think that what I might have said to her still needs to be said. So....

Grandmother, I love you, and I need to tell you something that may be hard to hear. I'm sorry about that. I know your background and beliefs and that you have always held to a strict code that is extremely important to you. I cannot ever thank you enough for having taught me to be flawlessly honest and to stick to my guns. But, if I were to hold back what I am about to say any longer, I would be throwing aside both of those very important things that you taught me. I can't risk that any longer. So here it is.

I'm bisexual. I'm attracted to men as well as to women. Romantically. Physically. Sexually. I know that's an uncomfortable topic for you, given your background, even when the discussion is restricted to heterosexuality. Let alone that we're talking about a sexuality whose very existence is sometimes flatly denied. For what it's worth, I'm not gay. I've identified that way in the past, briefly, and it required me to subject myself to as much denial as was required for me to identify as straight. I don't know if that helps any.

I do know that a lot of the concern you will have about this news is because you love me and because you honestly believe that the deity has it in for homosexuals--and, by extension, for bisexuals. But, I'd like you to consider the more-recent research and work, to include new work on the Old Testament that reveals that the critical verses in Leviticus have been hugely mistranslated, in a way that obscures that they're really about nothing beyond cult prostitution. (Not to mention that everywhere else in the Bible that is taken to speak against homosexuality has been shown to be talking about something else or else involves impossibly questionable translations or very difficult translation issues.) There seems to be nothing written against two guys who love each other and who choose to express that love in all of the ways, including the physical.

You see, grandmother, I'm dating a guy now. And granted that it's all of a month old, but he's made me feel like almost no-one else ever has. All I can wish this early on is that I make him feel at least as good as that--and that it just keeps getting better for both of us. I don't want a rift between you and me, but he's important to me, as are you: I need your tolerance, at minimum, and at best your acceptance and understanding. You know that your opinion has always mattered to me. But, whatever you end up choosing to think about this, I have met a man whose presence in my life--as my boyfriend and, if the best happens, as my partner--looks to be going to matter to me just as much.

I love you. Please accept me for who I really am--because that is the very basis and first necessary condition for love. I know it will be hard, that it will take a lot of thought. That you will pray. Hard. It's OK. Nothing about any of this happens in a moment. My coming out to myself didn't. My coming out to you is a process that will take the time that it takes.

Please give us both the time to find our way through this and continue to have the closeness that you have offered me that I have found with almost no-one else. Please understand that my new guy seems to be offering me that same rarity, that same acceptance and closeness. Please take your time, but please do understand that I'm still your loving grandson. I'm still the same person. You just know more about me now.

I wish my grandmother were still alive to read the above, and thence to know me completely, to include things I was not ready to deal with back then. And I wish that I could introduce my awesome new boyfriend to her. If only.

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