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12 of 12: November 2008

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

It’s time, once again, for 12 of 12!

I was a big ball of stress yesterday (today being the 13th) because I don’t want to be nasty in order to get things accomplished, but sometimes it seems like the only way to get things done. And there were a lot of people at work who really tempted me … On the other hand, my day was significantly better than Brian’s, so I’ll try to keep it all in perspective.

10:30 am: I love the smell of spray adhesive.  It’s supposed to be used in a well-ventilated area, but I did it in a closed room, and I … where was I going with this?

I’m putting together a poster to advertise our sessions at the conference we’re going to.  It’ll go at our exhibit booth.

Noon: The UT Rally for Domestic Partner Benefits.  We don’t get them at the University of Texas (for straight or gay partners), and the group advocating for it took a really smart tactic: they’re really pushing that UT is having problems and recruiting top notch faculty because we don’t offer DP benefits.  Getting them will involve going to the state legislature and getting some laws revised a little, so the idea that UT and Texas A&M are behind other top-tier research institutions is actually a smart tactic.  The Lege doesn’t like gays, but they do like their universities.

This is state rep. Elliott Naishtat speaking to the crowd:

And some of the assembled crowd:

3:30 pm: All this crap has to go in my car today to go to Houston.  Fun!

4:00 pm: Some last minute bureaucratic stuff.

4:45 pm: Christine stops by.  “Why are you taking my picture?”
“It’s the 12th.”
“Is this for that 12 of 12 thing?”
“Yup.”
“You’re not going to put my photo on the Internet, are you?”
“Do you not want me to?”

Sorry, Christine.

5:20 pm: And thus does traffic crawl …

6:10 pm: Quick grocery store run.  I needed to pick up a prescription and some granola bars.  I hate having to stand in line with 3,000 people for an overpriced breakfast at these conventions.

6:45 pm: I arrive home to discover that the new television Ray purchased has arrived.  I kept trying to take surreptitious shots, but the flash kept misfiring and he’d pose before I could take the photo.

6:50 pm: Mocha wants me to take a photo of her.

8:00 pm: delivery of the new TV meant we had to take the old one over to our friends’ place, since they were buying it off of us, so pizza for dinner!

10:30 pm: Mocha, helping me pack for Houston.  Mocha likes to help out by laying on the clothes and getting them wrinkly, and depositing her hair in the suitcase so that everyone will be able to tell that I have a dog…

And that’s my 12th!  Not the most exciting bunch this time, but … well, check out my post from the dog park on Sunday if you want pretty pictures.

Failure to Communicate

Thursday, July 17th, 2008

Although I am not always the most eloquent person, I enjoy the English language because there are so many (in some cases, perhaps too many) words that one can use to describe various things to get the nuance just right.  Think of the wide spectrum of words, for example, that you can use to describe a laugh: chuckle, chortle, guffaw, titter, twitter, snort, snicker, and on and on.  Each one gives the precise impression of what you’re trying to relate: a guffaw is loud and uncontrolled, while a chuckle is reserved, a snort is quiet and a little snide, etc.

On the other hand, there are words that I find so lacking in nuance as to be completely useless.  I ran across the following sentence on the front page of Wikipedia: Malaysian opposition leader Anwar Ibrahim … is arrested over allegations he sodomised a male aide.

I am not a fan of the word “sodomize” in the first place–I find it alternately too explicit and not specific enough.  In addition to being a word with a religious connotation (it comes from Latin and originated with early Christian doctrine pertaining to thou-shalt-nots), it’s also too technical.

Are we, in this instance, to understand that the aide was raped?  Or are we to infer that they rented Bel Ami’s Greatest Hits and snorted poppers before gettin’ busy on the 1,000-count silk sheets?

The other thing about this word is that–contrary to popular assumption–it doesn’t actually mean what most people think it does.

Technically, “sodomy” can refer to anything other than vaginal intercourse — the same Texas law code that containing the anti-sodomy statute that was struck down a few years ago (to the horror of Gary Bauer and James Dobson) contained a second anti-sodomy provision in which ‘sodomy’ referred to oral sex (both homo- and hetero-).

I found this interesting because, when the code had to be re-written after the Supreme Court issued its ruling, several conservative legislators championed the law remaining on the books, citing fears that Texas would descend down the path of moral sin. Of course, said conservative legislators probably only get oral sex from their mistresses anyway (adultry being perfectly legal in the state of Texas).

For the record, the closest we’ve had to a feverish outbreak of moral sin in Texas since the law was stuck down was the Fundamentalist Mormon group out in West Texas practicing all that polygamy.

Anyway.  So, I’m not down with the word “sodomy.”  I think we need a new word that’s a little more descriptive and nuanced.  One that conveys the full range of, say, repressed conservative heterosexual jealousy because the gays are doing what all those legislators wives won’t do.  Not even on their anniversary.

Where’s Daniel Webster when you need him?

Happy Birthday to the World…

Monday, October 23rd, 2006

Wikipedia’s “On this day” feature is so much better than a lot of other similar ones out there, because otherwise I never would have realized that today, October 23, is the day that was at one point fixed as the exact anniversary of Creation (Sunday, October 23, 4004 BC, 9 am. Please don’t ask which time zone).

I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of literal interpretations of the Bible, not in the least because there are two different stories of the Creation in the Old Testament (see: Genesis 1 vs. Genesis 2). In addition to all of this, of course, is the fact that the Jews, from whom we (I say “we” as if I’m a practicing Christian, which I’m not this week) acquired the text, don’t consider it to be the literal truth, but rather chock full of divine metaphor that requires careful study and meditation in order to be properly interpreted.

But why let a little fact and logic get in the way of a good witch hunt?

Speaking of which, the always inflappale Andy Towle points us to a fun and exciting story developing in Houston in which a landscaper and his wife decided that they couldn’t work with a gay couple because it violated their religious beliefs. The gay couple was so astonished that they forwarded the turn-down e-mail on to some friends, who forwarded it on to some of their friends, and you see where this is going.

The suffering couple (the landscaper and his wife, not the gay couple — please! This is Houston — you don’t think the press would be sympathetic to the gay couple, do you?) says they feel “privileged to see just what happens when you make the homosexuals and the devil mad.” Allow me to barf quietly in this corner over here if I may. This is, of course, not to say that all of the people making threatening phone calls are in the right, however. The gay community does have a tendency to be its own worst enemy in cases like this.

The most astonishing thing about this article is that I didn’t realize that even El Paso has laws on the books prohibiting discrimination based on sexual orientation. Houston doesn’t. So, while the poor landscaper and his wife suffer from phone calls and e-mails from angry homo-sinuals, according to Houston law, they (the landscaper and his wife) did nothing illegal. Them gay folk, on the other hand … well, it’s no longer illegal to be gay in Texas, but I’m sure there’s someone in the state legislature working on a way to fix that. There always is.

Gotta love Texas. I’m pretty sure that Round Rock (the ‘burb where we live) doesn’t have such a law on the books, either. We’re across the county line from lib-url Austin into deeply Republican Williamson county where all campaign signs have to have as a slogan is something like “A Real Conservative for Office.” I’m waiting for the day there’s a bitch-slap fest up in Georgetown between two candidates duking it out over who’s the more real conservative. It’d be funny if it weren’t so sad.

Anyway. The state gubernatorial elections are coming up, and I’m not sure who to vote for. Kinky Friedman has been a long-time favorite, but, as the Austin Chronicle pointed out last week, Friedman doesn’t really seem to have much of an interest in politics past one or two key issues, and the last time we voted in a governor like that he wound up moving on to the White House (after leaving the state in a hell of a mess — the great improvement in education that GW keeps going on about is that Texas moved up in the education rankings from 49 to 46 among the 50 states).

I don’t care for Carol Keaton Strayhorn, nor the fact that she sued to be listed as “grandma” on the ballot (and lost — the judge pointed out that Richard Friedman has been going by “Kinky” since the 1960s, whereas Strayhorn has been using “Grandma” professionally since … never). I particularly don’t care for the fact that she’s a Bush appointee who became an independent to run against Governor GoodHair … I mean, Perry.

So, I guess by default I’ll wind up voting for the Democrat, who doesn’t have a chance in hell even though the incumbent’s numbers in the polls are under 40%. This is what happens when there’s 3 other candidates running for office.

Anyway. This is a long rambling message to point out that all is weird in the land of Texas, and not in a good way as we start the last week in October. But the cool season has finally started (well, what we consider cool, anyway), and I get to work out of the office today and tomorrow. So that’s something to look forward to, anyway.

I hope YOUR Monday is off to a good start, too.

Such an easy word …

Wednesday, September 27th, 2006

It’s my own fault, really.

I had a hellish day at work. I worked through lunch, and by about 4:00 in the afternoon my brain had just had enough of working overtime, and I found myself dabbling around on my computer at work. This is when I do things that I will eventually regret.

My sin, if we can call it that today, was that I surfed over to a Web site that I shouldn’t have. No, not one of those Web sites (get your mind out of the gutter). I won’t do this particular Web site the privilege of naming it outright, partly because I don’t want anyone who works there to discover the reference on my site and start monitoring what I say here. The people that keep this particular Web site up do that sort of thing.

Let’s just say that it was a neo-conservative Web site that was up and running long before having a neo-com Website was cool among people that think neo-con Websites are cool. It likes to criticize people who work in my field who don’t espouse their particular brand of neo-conservative ideas about what the United States should be doing in the rest of the world. If you’re crafty and have figured out what field I work in, you could probably find it in a few quick strokes over on Google.

Anyway, I read a few articles on this Web site and it had the usual effect on my blood pressure, which made me grateful for once that I’m not the one in my house who has the high blood pressure problem (yet). Because a lot of the columns on this Web site read like the angry rants that they actually are, and they make frequent use of one word in particular.

The word that I am referring to in the title of this post is traitor. It gets thrown around a lot, and as much as I as a liberal would love to sit on my left facing love seat and claim that it’s a word that only neo conservatives use, it’s not. (This is why liberals always lose arguments and debates: we’re willing to admit our own faults, and we’re willing to admit when the other side has a valid point.)

Everyone is a traitor these days. You can’t watch C-SPAN these days without watching the Democrats call the Republicans traitors, and the Republicans call the Democrats traitors, and sometimes the President comes out and uses words that his speech writers have looked up in Microsoft Thesaurus™ that aren’t ‘traitor’ but mean the same thing.

When I was in South Padre over the weekend, staying at the Bates Motel, I caught a glimpse of Fox News – which loves to use the word – in which some conservative pin-up female anchor was going on at length about how Noam Chomsky’s book was at the number one position on Amazon.com because it had been cited by Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez in a speech at the U.N. denouncing the United States.

She was practically in a state of advanced sexual gratification over the number of things she could label as traitorous actions: Chavez, as we all know, is a traitor (never mind that he’s not from the U.S. – he’s still a traitor); the U.N. is a traitor because it doesn’t do whatever the U.S. wants whenever the U.S. wants it done; Chavez actually denounced the U.S. at the U.N., which I think is the Fox News equivalent of calling someone a whore and then actually catching them exchanging sex for money; and we all know that just about everyone hates Noam Chomsky.

The conservatives hate him because he’s liberal. The liberals hate him because he’s a linguist who writes about political science. And college students hate him because his writing is so unbelievably turgid that it requires copious amounts of attention just to get through the dedication passage of any of his books. I’ve never read Chomsky, I’ve just heard the horror stories from students in the Linguistics department.

Anyway, our friend over on Fox News was going on at length about this ‘undeniable proof that left-leaning Americans are rushing out to buy Chomsky’s book in order to support Hugo Chavez.’ Wha-huh? How does that follow? (OK, we’re talking about something that was said on Fox News, but still … ) Why couldn’t it be some of the right-leaning Americans who want to see what the fuss is about? Or burn the book? And who the hell cares what’s on Hugo Chavez’s night stand anyway? (For the record, we don’t have to guess what’s on Mahmoud Ahmedinejad’s night stand: he probably says so in his blog, but I can’t read Persian so I don’t know for sure.)

But the bigger issue here is this: at what point did it become acceptable for us as Americans to start labeling each other based on our own perceptions of what constitutes patriotic behavior? For a country that was supposedly founded on the free exchange of ideas, we have become remarkably intolerant – and I’m talking about both liberals and conservatives here – of people who espouse viewpoints different than our own. I admit it – I do it too. I’ve always been a trend-follower, rather than a trend-setter, but I have also been the kind of person who will call out stuff that I think is phenomenally fucked up. And this, boyses and girlses, is phenomenally fucked up.

What I’m saying here is part of what I deleted from the 9/11 retrospective post that never happened. For me, the legacy of 9/11 is that it marked a turning point: suddenly people didn’t feel the need to be tactful or diplomatic anymore.

Maybe it wasn’t a direct result of 9/11 – maybe it had been going on for a while – but it was after 9/11 that I actually noticed it because I was on the receiving end of quite a bit of it. Think Muslims are evil? Say it out loud! Want to go bitch slap those liberal lefties who want the U.S. out of Iraq? Put it on your bumper! Want the U.S. out of Iraq now? Stand on the Congress Avenue bridge during evening rush hour and make your voice heard! Afraid that multi-cultural education might be secretly recruiting our children for the hordes of Islamics (that’s pronounced “eye-slam-ics”) who are waiting in the shadows to turn this country into the United States of Mecca? Testify before the Texas State Board of Education and make sure that a Bible course gets approved for the high school curriculum. Want to make sure that people like that don’t get taken seriously? Start a blog! Why the hell not?

Have we forgotten how to be nice to each other? Have we forgotten how to be diplomatic? Have we forgotten what the American dream was supposed to be about? Have I had too much to drink tonight and am I writing myself into a corner? Probably.

I don’t have answers to any of this. I wish I could follow the example of Dean over at Aman Yala and command a piano to fall on their heads, but I’m not sure there’s enough pianos to go around – nor am I sure that one wouldn’t be coming for me … Besides, I’ve always been the sort of person who’s better at posing questions than finding answers.

See … just like I said, I’m willing to admit my own flaws. This is why I can’t win arguments. Not even the rhetorical ones I have with myself…

New Year, New Finds

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006

You can probably make two educated guesses from the title of this post. One would be that I’m completely insane and think that it’s already January 1 (which, given the day I’ve had, wouldn’t be entirely out of the question – although my personal preference would be for January 1, 2003 just to knock a few years off of my age). The other, of course, would be that I’m to the new television season, which we refer to in the business (us academics, that is) as a ‘year.’

I got really in to last year’s new season of television. My perennial standbys were gone: Friends had mercifully gone off the year after 10 seasons, Angel and The X-Files were gone, and dammit, I just needed something to fill the long evening voids right up until Ray and I discovered Blockbuster online (which has filled them up to a degree that’s rather frightening). So I settled down to watch all of the quality new shows, which all got cancelled one. by. one. I had a couple of winners (My Name is Earl) but as many losers (Kitchen Confidential, anyone?).

promoCThe lone new holdover from last season that I still watch is Bones, the Fox network drama that’s actually flourishing in its second season. I did not, as Ray constantly accuses me, start watching the show because I think that David Boreanaz (who played Angel on the show of the same name as well as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which you’re not allowed to make fun of if you never watched it) is hot (somewhat attractive, yes, but not enough to make me cross the street).

The show is loosely based on the career of forensic anthropologist Kathy Reichs, and it’s just fun because of the Aaron Sorkin-like banter among the cast, and the vaguely David and Maddie type sexual tension between Booth (Boreanaz) and Temperance “Bones” Brennan (Emily Deschanel, who clearly got a new personal stylist this year on the show). I like it for the same reason that I like Battlestar Galactica: the people who inhabit its world are real, and flawed enough that you could imagine having a beer with any of them.

Seriously, could you imagine running into one of the pompous assholes that inhabit the island on Lost? It’s a good thing they’re all on a remote island somewhere because that way the rest of us don’t have to deal with them. Don’t get me wrong – I still watch the show religiously. I just feel better about it if I make disparaging comments about the characters from time to time.

Bones is flowing much better in its second season, though. I still remember the following exchange of “oh dear God” dialogue from an episode in the first season wherein staff artist and party girl Angela takes Bones to a hip-hop club:

Bones: “I like this music. It’s got a very tribal beat, very instinctual, like what Descartes says about the survival of the tribal instinct.”
Random black woman # 1: “What? You sayin’ it’s tribal ‘cuz we black?”
Random black woman # 2: “No, fool. She usin’ Descartes to say she down with the music.”
Me: “Please change the channel.”

As I said. Things have improved muchly.

This season, the new show I’m rooting for is Aaron Sorkin’s new drama Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. I’ve liked Sorkin’s stuff for a long time, ever since SportsNight (I did skip The West Wing because I had just gotten myself weaned off of ER when it premiered and couldn’t face the prospect of another self-important drama).

Sorkin’s grown up, it seems. There aren’t nearly as many conversations that take place walking quickly through corridors. Amanda Peet is actually a good actress! Who new? And it’s great to have Matthew Perry back on television – even better to have him playing a character who isn’t some derivative of Chandler Bing. And, of course, Steven Webber is a smarmy guy, but he’s been doing that since he was the less attractive brother on Wings.

One of the other things that I find admirable about Studio 60 — and we’ll see how long this lasts — is the character of Harriet, played by Sarah Paulson (she was the Pinkerton agent on Deadwood and had a blink-and-you-missed-it role in Serenity as the agent sent to investigate what happened on Miranda). Harriet is a Christian. She’s not afraid to be a Christian. She prays before show time. She’s not afraid to speak her mind about her personal moral code. And somehow, she’s not a ridiculous caricature of Tammy Faye Bakker or whoever the current Mrs. Swaggert is. She’s a real character. (Am I, a gay man, actually applauding the portrayal of a ‘real’ Christian on network TV? Hell yes, I am. I know perfectly well they’re not all like Jerry Falwell, and it’s nice to see one of them for a change.)

After all, one of the other shows I watch fervently (Battlestar Galactica) is so full of Christian allegory it gets a little scary sometimes. Although I will vomit if they attempt to make James Callis’ spineless Gaius Baltar into some sort of Jesus figure.

So, it’s going to be an interesting season. We’re also watching Heroes on NBC, but I gotta say that I was kind of bored with the pilot: they showed most of it during the previews…

P.S. I got the latest GQ in the mail today, and James Mervyn’s profiled in it, too. The article is a lot less glowing than the piece in The Advocate, though. I don’t hold grudges against him – he wasn’t my governor, and I wasn’t a 40-something year old politician who threw it all away to come out of the closet (under duress and threat of a lawsuit). I just don’t think he’s a role model, and I have a problem with The Advocate saying so. Miss Cleo, for the record, did not make the new GQ, and that’s as it should be.

 

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