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you make me sick

i never do this, but, trigger warning: this article literally made dom throw up! grotesque mockery of both disabled and trans people + disrespect for the mentally ill
read at your own risk.
the reason i'm sharing this is because it just evoked a need to rant. dom's response was sadness and shock. mine is a volcanic kind of anger that needs to be released. so i'm going to rant, but consider the above warning. i don't think you should read that article, although you can if you want to. i'm just saying that i need to unleash the demons it stirs up in me, or something very bad is going to happen.
i was hoping this was a bad joke (it is the daily fail, after all), but a quick check of the internets has multiple, credible sources for the story.
this person is insulting the real struggles of disabled and trans people. she wears a disability like it's a favourite outfit, taking it off when she wants to go skiing. and she uses the cultural idioms of the trans movement as c…

naming and shaming

in order to help deal with the anxiety that comes from moving, unpacking and everything else that has been going on in the last few weeks, i've put a little time into my continuing study of genealogy. this is an ongoing process for me, because i'm ultimately determined to find out how i came by every single strand of dna in my body. but it's also a regular, calming activity that chiefly involves data entry into an extremely large tree. my discoveries in recent weeks have been enlightening, but they've brought to my attention the rather peculiar practice of nicknaming that was common among my ancestors [and probably yours too].

i understand the need for these nicknames. back in those days, every family seemed to have about six names that they used, so, if you were talking about your cousin john, chances are that there were at least eight or nine individuals who fit the bill. furthermore, since everyone was marrying their cousins and producing children that bore a striki…

the father, the son and the holy shit

during the time that we were without a solid internet connection [or at least, without an unlimited internet package], i wondered if the trump administration would somehow sort itself out, come clean about its russian problems, right the ship and start focusing on america's real problems. ok, i actually didn't think that, but i liked to imagine that, in my snow white-like repose, something positive might happen, so that things didn't seem so hilariously out of control. it was a nice, if naive, thought.

instead, i come back to see that donald trump jr. picked a twitter fight with the acid-tongued ana navarro [about the fact that she said his sister ivanka was intelligent] just hours before reports came out that he and his nearly mute but all powerful brother in law, and the campaign manager with the super-obvious ties to russia, met with a lawyer who may or may not be associated with the kremlin about receiving some damning information about hillary clinton from the russia…

did you miss me?

what's got two thumbs, an internet connection and finally found her computer keyboard?

this girl!!!!!


yes, i have been on a rather extended blogoliday, owing to the fact that my computer bits got packed [by me] in different areas, and it took me a long time to find my keyboard. well, i haven't spent the last couple of weeks just doing that, of course. there was a whole move, plus finishing up the packing i mentioned in my last post, plus having to fit work in there so that nice new apartment can be paid for, plus starting the epic process of unpacking in the new apartment... you know the drill.

nevertheless, i continue to experience everything in my mind as a possible future blog post, which is just my way of saying that i've missed you all very much.

as i'm writing this, i'm not in what will become my customary writing position, because, among the things that have gone missing during the move are the screws that hold the desk together. we unfortunately don't …

the soundtrack for packing

music is a really great motivator [among many other things], and while packing for a move, which is at least 40% winnowing out garbage in advance of a move, there are some things that can motivate more than others. i'm not sure what those are for most people, but for me, there are a couple of general rules:

1. tracks have to be upbeat, both in rhythm and in atmosphere. i love troum and cranioclast, but they are not what i turn to when i need to get moving. likewise, i enjoy scott walker, but more in a "let's have a glass of wine and despair of the future" sort of setting. clearly, that would be a mistake.

2. they have to have a regular flow. that's tied to rhythm once again, but it also means that the music can't get too far into experimental fields. that's the sort of thing that's going to capture my attention, which means that my attention won't be on putting stuff in bags and boxes. that music will have its time, later, when we're settled …

making faces :: bestquiat

i understand that there has been some controversy over urban decay's collaboration with the estate of artist jean-michel basquiat. and i sympathise with those; the space for art to flourish before it gets co-opted by the mainstream and turned into product grows ever smaller, and, while it was basquiat's estate that apparently approach urban decay about the project, it's always uncomfortable when you're mixing mass-produced commercial products with an artist's work. [doubly so in this case, since the artist is deceased and has no say in the matter.] and there is always the question of how much these high-profile commercial exercises do to enhance the profile of the artist, as opposed to cheapening their name through the association. i'm reminded of oprah winfrey's push to popularise toni morrison, as noble as it was, to an audience of people who were unaccustomed to reading that sort of literature. [if you're going to try to scale the mountain of "s…

the last boy scout?

i gave myself the morning and part of the afternoon off work today [what's the fun being the boss if you can't make the rules?] in order to watch former fbi director james comey testify before the senate intelligence committee, because i knew i wasn't going to be able to live with myself if i didn't see every gory detail. and, indeed, the man did not disappoint. i've heard a few people mewling about how he didn't say anything new, which isn't correct, but more importantly, it isn't important. comey's entire statement was circulated to the media yesterday and they happily read it in all its luridly detailed glory. lawrence o'donnell read sections of it on his show last night in a tone so lascivious it was almost obscene [but which perfectly captured an undercurrent to his interactions with trump that will be familiar to many women.] the bottom line is that james comey made sure that we all knew the facts of what he was going to say before he sai…

fun-raising

no, i am not dead, nor have i been lying incapacitated in a ditch somewhere. i've mostly been preparing for our imminent, epic move, which is actually not so terribly epic, because we found a place quite close to where we are now. in addition, i've been the beneficiary of an inordinately large amount of paying work, which does, sadly, take precedence over blogging, even though you know i'd always rather be with you.

indeed, with moving expenses and medical expenses looming on the horizon, more than can be accounted for even with the deepest cuts in the lipstick budget, dom and i recently did something that we've not done before: we asked for help. last week, we launched a fundraising campaign on go fund me. it can be difficult to admit that you need a helping hand, but what's been overwhelming for both of us is how quick to respond so many people we know have been once we asked. it's also shocking to see how quickly things added up.

most of all, though, the ex…

roger and me

roger moore was one of my very first movie star crushes, and one of the first celebrities i heard speak up against the fox hunt. that in itself was part of a long commitment to animal rights that also so him play a key role in having foie gras removed from the shelves of the british grocery chain selfridges. indeed, he made headlines again in the wake of the murder of cecil the lion by decrying trophy hunting as the pastime of cowards.
he was an ambassador for unicef and was knighted not for his acting, but for his humanitarian work. he spoke publicly about the fact that he had been molested once as a child in order to reassure young people that they should not feel shame if they had been victimised.
as a child, he suffered from measles, mumps, chickenpox, jaundice and almost died from double pneumonia at age five. at age eight, he got an infection in his foreskin, which meant he had to be circumcised- a procedure that is considerably more painful at that age than in infancy. during h…

presidenting is hard :: korea

ok, mr. trump, i promised you a while back that i was going to write some posts designed to help you out while you try to act as if you're capable of being president. as i mentioned at that time, i'm concerned that you think that korea was once part of china. it never was, although that wasn't for lack of trying on the part of the chinese. perhaps if you tried learning your history from someone other than the president of china, it would help.

but at the moment, the most important stuff you need to know is not what's happened in the history of korea, but in the present. you'll note that i say "korea" and not "north korea", because, historically [ok, there is a little history involved here], there isn't a north korea or a south korea. that shit is on you [your country, not you personally] and your cold war policies. before the 1950s, korea was just korea, and to this day, they speak the same language, share the same genes and venerate the sa…