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Overheard

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

I’m going to try to be a better blogger–last month was just flipping insane.  I was trying to come up with a deep topic to write about, but I think I’ll start small by relating two conversations I had or overheard today, much in the vein of my new favorite guilty pleasure Texts From Last Night (aka: “I’m so glad I’m not that young and stupid anymore.”)

Conversation #1: in the kitchen at work.  I am refilling my water glass from the cooler, and one of the grad students has sauntered in and is far more chatty than normal.

Me: “Well, you’re certainly in a good mood today.”
Him: “I just got laid.”
Me: “Oh?”
Him: “Yeah, at the gym.”
Me: “Okay, then.”  <leaves>

It’s not that we’re strangers, or even that I don’t know that this particular student is gay (and a bit of a slut).  However, he’s more of a person that I say hi to in the hallway (usually without breaking stride) and I don’t feel that our relationship is at a level where these things should be shared.

Also, I’ve seen what the floor in the gym locker room looks like, and I can only hope he has a really strong antibacterial soap.  Possibly anti-microbial.  In fact, I’m kind of hoping he didn’t touch anything in the kitchen.

Conversation #2: in the hallway.  There are a number of students sitting outside of Professor K’s office because it’s getting close to finals time, and they clearly don’t have a firm grasp on whatever post-Zionist Israeli literature they’re supposed to be writing about in their term papers.

Student 1: “I think I’m going to take up smoking again.”

Seems to me the only appropriate thing to do with that comment is to blog about it.

Geography Lessons

Sunday, June 28th, 2009

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon.  Or, rather, I’m being lazy this Sunday afternoon.  In a little over 24 hours, I’m supposed to leave for Turkey and Egypt for three weeks, and as of this moment I haven’t lifted a finger to begin packing.  I am relaxing, as it were.

It’s been a heck of a couple of weeks.  I’ve run three workshops — the last one was the orientation for another group going to Turkey who left yesterday morning.  Now that they’re gone, I’m barely able to grasp the concept that I, myself, am leaving.  Tomorrow.  So, instead of getting ready to go, I’m going to blog about it instead.  Ha!

Ray’s parents were visiting — they left this morning.  I barely got to see them since this last workshop was the sort that involves me playing host at breakfast, lunch, and dinner (I did eat well).  Yesterday, before my marathon two hour nap that is part of my effort to not begin my trip already physically exhausted, we all went to see the new Transformers movie, Revenge of the Fallen.

Some things you might be interested in knowing about it up front:

  • Even Ray, the one who really wanted to go, said it was “OK.”  This is tantamount to saying it wasn’t very good.
  • Megan Fox is not a good actress, but she’s hardly the worst actress in the movie.
  • Shia LeBeouf is going to have to stop playing a teenager soon.

However, the part of the movie that started making my head hurt was the utterly ridiculous sequence set in the Egyptian desert in which the filmmakers used very famous landmarks apparently banking on the audience not knowing where they are located.  That and the continuity gaffes were appalling.

To whit (potential spoilers ahead):

Part of the plot involves, for no particular reason as far as I can see, the northern tip of the Gulf of Aqaba, which our friendly geography specialist announces, “is where Egypt and Jordan meet.”  Thats’ not quite true: Egypt and Jordan don’t meet there because Israel is located between them.  Lest the movie be accused of being anti-semitic for pretending Israel isn’t there, Jordan seems to be flexible.  By which I mean, it apparently gets up and moves out of the way when it would be too inconvenient to recognize that an international border is being crossed.

In fact, based on all of the GPS technology and maps, it would appear that the climax of the film takes place in Saudi Arabia, another country denied its due as a member of the club of countries that border the Gulf of Aqaba (Jordan having only 9 miles of coastline).

Lest this be a problem in and of itself, the pyramids of Giza are conveniently relocated (by Michael Bay) to be located on the Gulf of Aqaba itself.  (Again, in what should very clearly be Saudi Arabia). To be fair, they’re never specifically identified as the pyramids of Giza, but if that were the case they could have used less recognizable pyramids.

The pyramids of Giza, for those not in the know, are no longer on the outskirts of Cairo — now, they’re kind of within the urban area itself.  At various times during the scenes that follow, you might be able to see Cairo itself in the background.  Sometimes it’s replaced by desert, giving the sites the appearance of being out in the middle of nowhere.  Once it seems to have inexplicably been replaced with Los Angeles, with the telltale skyline quite clearly visible in the background.

We won’t even get started on the concrete quarry located at the base of the pyramids itself.

There’s another intriguing play with geography involving John Turturro’s character.  The pyramid that plays a critical role (I won’t say what it is) is quite clearly the number two pyramids: the pyramid of Khafra (sometimes spelled Kahfre or Chephren).  It’s distinctive because part of the smooth limestone casing remains covering the top portion — it’s the only one of the three at Giza that still has part of that original casing.  Turturro is shown at the bottom of this pyramid, and then, when we go to close up, it appears behind him while he’s supposedly still standing at the bottom of it.  Clearly those scenes were filmed at the base of the next one over.

Another interesting move in the film is that Karnak temple, located 350 miles south of Cairo, is relocated to the foot of the pyramids.  Which were supposedly undiscovered.  Next to a big city.  Next to a source of navigable water.  And — another favorite — within shouting distance of the ruins of Petra … which, in a nod to Jordan’s new geographic flexibility, is located in Egypt.

I’m willing to forgive oversights in geography from time to time, but this was too much for my brain to handle.  I instead amused myself by identifying where the scenes were filmed (this being how I noticed LA suddenly replacing Cairo in one take).

Anyway.  My vote on the movie as a whole is to save it for video … if you’re really interested.

The drier has dinged and it’s probably time to drag out the suitcase now.  Happy weekend!

Taste the Rainbow, Bitches!

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

Bad joke from a colleague:

Q: What does a gay drive-by shooting look like?
A: A bunch of guys in a pink Ford Focus throwing Skittles out the window, screaming “Taste the rainbow, bitches!”

There’s been an awful lot in the press lately about the relationship between the Obama administration and gays (specifically, that there really isn’t one).

Andy Towle jumped on the bandwagon today, citing an appearance by Dan Savage on MSNBC in which the sex-advice columnist and go-to homo spokesman (who knew?) said that if he could give the Obama Administration a letter grade on GLBT issues, it would be an F.  By way of further discontent Andrew Sullivan is quoted in a scathing piece he wrote in the Atlantic about Obama’s administration.

I should point out here–because Towle didn’t–that I loathe Sullivan on a level that I normally reserve for the neo-conservatives who are gunning for my job and think that, as an employee of the University of Texas, I ought to be taking orders from the Central Intelligence Agency.  The simplest reason for this is that Andrew Sullivan is a neoconservative xenophobe.  Before he jumped on the anti-Bush bandwagon (which he did long after anyone with sense and reason had done so), he was a die-hard Bushite, supporting the invasion of Iraq and a “stone the Muslims before they stone us” foreign policy.  Just because he was never on the Obama bandwagon doesn’t make him any less than a bear in sheep’s clothing.

I don’t honestly have a problem with the outrage.  I just don’t share it.  When it comes to Obama and what he’s done for gay rights in the first 100+ days of his term in office, while combatting the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression, trying to wind down the war in Iraq, trying to ramp up the war in Afghanistan and trying to figure out how not to get involved in a brewing civil war in Pakistan, dealing with a new, unco-operative adminsitration in Israel, a Congress that won’t play nice with itself, and get key Cabinet posts filled (among a few other things), I am … well, that’s just it.

I am reminded of a scene in Coupling where Steve, looking at fabric for sofa cushions, tells Jeff and Patrick, “I almost had an opinion about that one.”

I recall having a lengthy IM chat with my friend Michael back in primary season (gods, remember that debacle?) in which he expounded at some length his suspicion that Obama didn’t really care about gays.  (Which president has?)  On the other hand–and maybe this is really pollyanish of me–were people waiting in the wings to jump down Bush’s throat 100 days in about all the things he hadn’t managed to accomplish yet?  Part of me feels like there’s a lot of selfishness going on: everyone wants Obama to pay attention to their issues first.  It’s a logistical impossibility.

I’ll probably be stripped of my membership card and secret pink parking pass for saying that I just don’t understand the vitriol … yet.  It does, however, bring to mind some of the doubts that I had about Obama: I kind of wonder if he’s just too bloody nice to be president.  There’s something of Jimmy Carter about the man.  He who tries to make everyone happy makes no one happy.  Sullivan, Savage et. al. would argue that he isn’t making us happy, and I guess he isn’t.  Maybe I’m just happy that he’s not out to get us like the last guy was.

I’ve got other battles to fight closer to home, and I’m willing to wait a little while longer to see how things go.  But maybe not too much longer.

And I still think Sullivan’s a creep.

Captain Trips

Friday, May 1st, 2009

It’s official.  I’m over the swine flu thing.

I don’t mean that I contracted the illness and recovered.  I mean that I’m over the non-stop media frenzy over the disease in which not a single one of the media outlets is actually reporting what anyone with half a brain can tell: NO ONE KNOWS WHAT’S ACTUALLY GOING ON.

Cue, for example, the jumble of headlines I saw this morning on my way into the office.  The New York Times was reporting that the virus appears to be slowing down.  USA Today, however, screamed that the World Health Organization was moving the pandemic level up another number.  “It’s a 5!  It’s almost a 6!  That’s the highest number there is!  They might have to invent a 7 just for this disease!”

Several of the more sensible (cue finger quotes) outlets are beginning to run the story that the hysteria about swine flu might just be far worse than the disease itself.

I had a real wall-banger moment the other day when I saw that Israeli politician Yakov Litzman suggested that the name “swine flu” was inappropriate because of the swine=not kosher connection (a couple of the more politically correct news orgs ran headlines, “Is the name ‘swine flu’ offensive to Jews and Muslims?”), and suggested instead that the flu be named the “Mexican flu.”  Because it’s apparently better to offend Mexicans than Jews or Muslims.

(For the record, the Jews and Muslims that I work with were all rolling their eyes over that one.  “It’s not like you’re impure if you catch the disease just because it’s named for a pig!”)

Even better is this little ditty from Qatar Airways:

Qatar Airways requires that all operating crew wear masks on flights from the United States – namely daily services from New York, Washington DC and Houston.

The airline has taken additional mandatory measures for all 1,100 flight deck and 3,400 cabin crew to be vaccinated against influenza to limit the risk of contamination to passengers and staff. The flu vaccine is a protective measure and only protects against a certain strain of flu, not swine flu, which is at the centre of the current health concerns.

Passengers on Qatar Airways’ flights originating from the US to Doha are being issued with masks upon boarding and advised to wear them inflight. In addition, all Qatar Airways’ customer contact staff in the United States and at Doha International Airport are required to wear masks.

Seriously.  How about giving all of the passengers little bottles of Purell and towlettes to wipe themselves down with, given the number of surfaces on your standard airliner that test positive for fecal bacteria?

None of this is to belittle the illness itself–the cousin of a friend of mine was among the first fatalities in Mexico City, and the family has been quarantined by the Ministry of Health.  There are people out there dying from it.  If as much attention were being paid to the treatment of the disease as to, say, semantincs and hokey “preventative measures,” the pandemic could be nearly over.

It’s like the entire world is waiting for The Stand to happen in real life.  (Which leads me to another riff: Considering that he’s pretty much the epitome of pop culture, Stephen King is really bad at inventing pop culture in his own novels.  In The Stand, for example, the popular name given to the strand of the superflu that wipes out humanity is “Captain Trips” — oh, no!  The Captain and Tenille are killing everyone! — and one of the main characters has a top 40 hit called “Baby, Can You Dig Your Man?”  Yes, the book was originally written in the 70s, but I have a hard time imagining that any of this was culturally relevant even then.)

Another friend announced that she was retiring to her bedroom with a bottle of wine and planned to watch all 8 hours of the miniseries in order to dodge the flu.  I don’t know if it’ll work as a preventative, but it will answer the question, “Whatever happened to Corin Nemec?”

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My Civic Duty

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

On Tuesday night, Ray and I decided to exercise our civic duty and went to vote.  Here in Texas, we have early voting, and in our county (which is, I’ve learned, purple on the political map — not as red as some would like it to be, and not as blue either) all early voting is done on electronic voting machines.

I’ve read the stories about the voting machines and the errors and whatnot, but the experience seemed to be error free.  This shouldn’t be confused with “it was easy.”  No, with only four voting machines, we waited in line for nearly 10 minutes, and by the time we left, the line extended out of the room where voting was being held, around the corner, and was starting to snake down the hall.

I had a whiplash moment when a woman in front of us asked if the print could be made larger because she has difficulty seeing.  “No,” said the perky, helpful volunteer, “but we have a magnifying sheet you can use.”  I don’t know whether the woman was able to finally read for herself because my turn came next and my back was to her, but while I was standing there, the volunteer seemed to be reading the screen to her.

Seriously–at however many thousand dollars a pop, you’d think that one of the things they could work into the voting machines is the ability to make the font larger and, I dunno, text to speech.  Where’s the ADA when you need them?

I grow weary of this political campaign and am desperate for it to end.  Yesterday, Sarah Palin went after Obama for being associates with Rashid Khalidi, a professor at Columbia who, according to CNN, is “a harsh critic of U.S. foreign policy toward Israel and has accused the country of ‘occupying’ Palestinian territories.”  Apparently CNN is so afraid of the neocons that they have to put “occupying” in quotes because there’s no consensus on this point?  Give me a break.

By the way, in case anyone missed it, al-Qaeda is endorsing McCain.

I’m ready for it to be over, one way or the other.  I know which way I’d prefer (in case it’s not obvious), but it’s been four years of ridiculousness on the campaign trail, and four years of ridiculousness in the White House.  Either way, it’s going to be a 50% reduction in the ridiculous factor.

Are you ready?  I know I am.

 

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