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2009 in Review

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

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January (N-Seoul Tower, Seoul, Korea)
Family visit to Korea.  No casualties.

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February (St. David’s Hospital, Austin, Texas)
Welcoming Madison Maguregui into the world.

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March (Home, Round Rock, Texas)
Ray and Mocha.

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April (Home, Round Rock, Texas)
New floors!  Followed soon by new furniture.

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May (Home, Round Rock, Texas)
Baby bird nesting in the hanging flowerpot on the back porch.

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June (Home, Round Rock, Texas)
7 months after their dog of 17 years passed, my parents acquired a puppy.  They named her “Brandy”, but everyone calls her “Boo” because she startles really easily.

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July (The Bazaar, Şanlıurfa, Turkey)
Voyeuristic snap of these boys waiting for … something.

Not Bhutan, El Paso.

August (Campus of the University of Texas, El Paso)
UTEP at sunset.

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September #1 (The Driskill Hotel, Austin, Texas)
Wonderful dinner for our 9th anniversary.

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September #2 (Castillo San Felipe del Morro, San Juan, Puerto Rico)
I had a free day, all right?  Don’t question me.

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October (Home, Round Rock, TX)
… no comment.

Old Granary Burial Ground

November (Old Granary Burial Ground, Boston, Massachusetts)
Paul Revere is buried here.

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December (Downtown, Round Rock, Texas)
Bokeh Madness.

Alan Rickman’s Answering Machine

Sunday, December 20th, 2009

OK, not the life-altering year-end post I was envisioning … that’ll come later.  Ray and I watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince last night, and I noticed a couple of things.  First off, the cinematography is gorgeous.  Maybe it was because we’d seen Avatar earlier in the day that I noticed it –the latter is lush and green and tropical, and Half Blood Prince is in muted tones of stone, brown, gray and yellow.  It works.  I was quite surprised to see that the films are growing up along with their characters–it’s not a kid’s movie anymore.

Oh, and, yes,  Avatar is stunning although it’s about 20 minutes too long, and I realized at some point that it is a heavy-handed film with a strong anti-imperialist/anti-colonialist message–you’ve seen that before, but it’s done particularly well (although there was a cluster of “oh, come on” moments right toward the end).

However, the one thing I noticed most of all was that … is it just me, or is Alan Rickman starting to sound more and more like a caricature of himself?  There were points in Half Blood Prince where all I could thing of is this scene from Family Guy:

It’s like Rickman saw this and decided to one-up Seth MacFarlane … and you should never try to one-up Seth MacFarlane.  Because so far, the only person who has managed to do it successfully is Marlee Matlin (if you’re easily offended, you should probably just skip ahead to the 2.42 mark).

And that’s what I’m thinking about today.  Probably wish you didn’t know that, huh?

Outrage

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

I’ll admit it: I didn’t vote yesterday.  It’s an off-year, and down here in Texas we only had 11 constitutional amendments to approve.  Not surprisingly, they were all approved.  That’s what always happens when the only thing on the ballot is a series of issues or amendments.  Apparently it’s now harder for the state to claim eminent domain, which, if I remember from my US Government class, is why Alexander Hamilton got into a duel with Martin Luther King, Jr., over box seats at the Houston Astrodome.

I’ll also admit that I was listening to the Glee soundtrack in the car this morning, so I didn’t find out about Maine until I got to work. At first, I just registered disappointment.  I mean, there was Prop 8 last year, and don’t let’s forget that Texas has banned marriage for the gays twice now.  (The first time, they forgot to make it clear that not only was gay marriage illegal here, but that we don’t recognize it if you get married somewhere that it is legal, so they up and did it again.)

I saw a lot of annoyed people on Facebook today complaining about Maine.  None of them are Mainers.  I don’t know anyone from Maine.  It has the dubious distinction of being one of the five states I’ve never been to (for the record: Vermont, New Hampshire, Minnesota, and North Dakota).  And, in all honesty, even though everyone says they’re disappointed in Maine or angry about Maine, they’re really only talking about that 53% “clear majority” of voters that pushed through the repeal.

So, I went on with my day, which consisted of being a ball of stress (as has every other day this week).  And I put Maine right out of my mind.

And then I saw this:

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This would be a photo from the Bangor newspaper of people celebrating their victory last night. And I gotta tell you something–I’ve seen things that are offensive.  But this?  Man, this … just pissed me right the fuck off.

Let’s do an image analysis activity, here, shall we?

There are at least two people in this photo who aren’t old enough to vote.

Everyone in the photograph is white.

Several of them are overweight.  You know perfectly well that the nice lady hasn’t clapped this hard since Jimmy Joe’s fried chicken won the contest down to the state fair in Augusta.  (No, that’s not nice.  Remember what she’s spent the past several months saying about me and my ilk, please, and then shut up.)

And then we’re drawn to the lady kneeling.  She’s either overcome with emotion, or she’s praying, or both.

And I just have to ask: why?

What the hell is so wrong with us that she lost the ability to stand and has to grasp someone else’s hand for support?

And aren’t all of these people supposed to be leaving on the Rapture bus soon?  Why do they even care about the laws on this planet Earth??

Several Internet and blogger pals have decried the institutional failure here: whenever minority rights get put up to a vote by the majority, the minority loses.  The issue, of course, is that the majority refuses to recognize that gays and lesbians ARE a minority.  We’re just wrong.

I want someone to go to Congress and make these people put their money where their mouths are.  If marriage is so important, and must be protected, let’s protect it.  We need to ban divorce in these United States of America.

Furthermore, if it’s so true that children need both a mother and a father, we need to pass a bill in the Congress that will call for the removal of children from any household in which a mother and father (married, of course) are not present.  Daddy just died in the war?  Tough!  Mommy’s got a week to find a new husband or the kids go to foster care.

I know it sounds like I’m being flippant, but I’m being quite serious.  If we’re going to have all these moral values out there, someone needs to push to take them to their logical end.  If people can get divorced, and children live in homes with one parent, and none of these bleeding hearts out to “protect the family” will do anything about it … well, then what’s to stop me from marrying a hamster?

Time to take the gloves off.  And if that doesn’t work, we’re cancelling both Glee and Project Runway.  You just wait and see if we don’t.

Civility FAIL

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

The president gave a speech last night.  I didn’t watch it.  I need to be able to read the synopsis of political speeches these days because I can’t quite stomach the queasy feeling I get half the time.

And so, I missed the moment everyone’s talking about this morning: South Carolina senator Joe Wilson yelling, “You lie!” when President Obama said that his vision for reformed health care wouldn’t cover illegal immigrants.

Here it is in case you missed it:

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I find myself in a quandary here.  I’m not entirely sure where I stand on health care reform (yes, the system is broken, and I am mystified by people who think that a government run plan will be more of a burden than a privately run one, apparently on the basis that it’s more “American” to have corporations do it, because corporations are never, ever evil), but I know where I stand on this.  (And if you don’t know, you clearly didn’t read my post from Monday).

The New York Times, in its fact-checking recap of the president’s speech (interesting read), points out that the president is speaking true on this point (and most others … although some of them need to be read creatively).

I keep going back to this: W. was president for 8 years.  He stood up in front of Congress year after year and bragged about how well the war on terror was going and how Iraq was always under control.  Did anyone stand up and yell, “You sent our men and women to fight a war whose sole benefit was to line the pockets of the Vice President?”  No, they didn’t. And it would have been a far more intelligent thing to say.

In fact, this morning, both parties are at pains to remember any occasion on which a presidential address was interrupted in such a manner.  This is not the British Parliament.  We do not have a system that encourages smart retorts in Congress (and, let’s face it, it’s more fun to watch it happen with British accents.  The Brits are so much better at coming up with deep-cutting nasty comments that sound perfectly reasonable on face value).

I keep coming back to this: it’s obvious that the political rhetoric in this country is such that the president has to keep proving his worthiness of being in the office of president … the one that he was elected to, and by a much more definitive margin than his predecessor ever received in two terms.  It’s like people just assume that he’s less than human and not fully American, and it’s up to him to constantly prove otherwise.

In more amusing news, a California state assemblyman from Yorba Linda, one of the true champions of pro-family legislation (that would be pro-conservative definition of family, natch), resigned after bragging to a colleague about an affair without realizing that his microphone was on and that his comments were going out on public access television and preserved on tape for posterity.

Not only that, but it seems that this was his second mistress.  He wasn’t only cheating on his wife — he was cheating on his other mistress, too.

So much for pro-family values!  Although, he did put his money where his mouth is: part of the bragging included the revelation that he didn’t use a condom.  So maybe he’s a true Christian™ after all.  God wants babies!  They’re delicious!

So You’re Back, Then?

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

It’s been over a week since my last blog post.  This probably makes me a Bad Blogger, but whatevs.

It’s also been a little over a week since I flew back from the Middle East.  I had a slow weekend that involved going few places and seeing no one, and then it was time to go to work on Monday.  Needless to say, as I mentioned in my last post, returning to work was not something that I was actively looking forward to.

My office was a mess.  I had been running a workshop right up until I left and had left a couple of piles of things in my office to deal with when I got back.  Normally, when I go on vacation, I try to leave the house or my office in as good a shape as possible, so that when I come back I don’t have exactly the kind of reaction that I had when I walked into my office on Monday: “Oh, fuck.”

My office is still a mess.  There’s still workplace drama.  It’s like the never ending cycle of birth, death, rebirth, and the occasional Bollywood epic describing it.

What my being out of the way has meant, however, is that I haven’t been able to touch base on what one friend called Celebrity Death Fest 2009.  (Yeah, it’s kind of a tasteless term … but it does have its merits.)

All over the Middle East, the one thing everyone wanted to talk about was Michael Jackson … but not for the reason that I thought.  In addition to the obvious question (“What do you think about Michael Jackson dying?”  Seriously, folks, what answer is there to that question??) came this stumper: “Was Michael Jackson Muslim?”

Before you give yourself whiplash trying to figure out where that question came from, lemme ‘splain: when Jermaine made the public announcement of MJ’s passing, he ended with a prayer to ‘almighty Allah.’  Jermaine is Muslim.  Michael … I never heard nothing about.

However, since the Muslim world loves a good conspiracy theory bar none (they include themselves–most of the theories involved local politicians I’ve never heard of, and some of them weren’t about which ones had slept with Sylvio Berlusconi), this was immediately taken as a Sign that the entire Jackson family was Muslim and that the Islam-hating Western media had covered it up.

Clearly they’ve never seen Janet.  Or maybe they ought to, I dunno–depends on whether you think Islam is pro- or anti-feminist … and whether you think Janet is pro- or anti-feminist.  She’d certainly present a different face of Muslim women than a woman in a burqa, that’s for darned sure.

In one of my more sardonic moments, I responded to someone in the Istanbul bazaar, “Right now, the public face of your religion is Osama bin Laden.  Do you really think a gender neutral accused child molester is a step in the right direction?”  Fortunately for me, his English wasn’t good enough to understand most of what I said.  (It was kind of tasteless … even if there’s just the faintest hint of truth in there.)

As for what I think … well, the sad truth was that the likelihood was that his story wasn’t going to end well.  I feel sorry for the guy.  He was surrounded his entire life by people that wanted stuff from him, and he was always alone.

I never got asked what I thought about Farah Fawcett, Billy Mays, Karl Malden, or Ed McMahon.

Anyway.  It’s still hotter than blue blazes here in Texas (everyone in Turkey kept apologizing for the heat–I finally had to break out with, “It’s 44 at home!  It’s only 36 here!  We’re loving it!”), with no end in sight.  If anyone has sway with the Powers that Be, some rain would be great, mmkay?

And maybe some throat lozenges … I think my long-anticipated summer cold might finally be materializing.

 

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