You cannot cop to those moments of messiness. "This is the case I need more than words to find the meaning."
I'm unsentimental, yes. But it's an element of self-preservation. But that is also the reason why I don't trust charming people. It's more of an affect than disposition.
At the outset, I know I'm going to get hate about this. But I support gay marriage rights and this loss is a step in the wrong direction that happened only a year after last year's presidential election.
But here's the point. Evan Wolfson, from the national advocacy group Freedom to Marry, would you like to blame someone for last night election debacle? Don't bother looking in President Obama's direction.
Look no further than here.
The Human Rights Campaign is one of the biggest do nothing organizations I've ever seen. And I'm a lawyer. I know people who create organizations for no other reason but for the purpose of self-promotion. And they actually accomplish more, at least in terms of the underlying goals, than this group!
It's actually kind of annoying when you bring it up to friends who go these events. No one wants to be told that special occasion that required putting on a tuxedo is basically worthless marketing. But for serious? It kind of is useless. The long gone, but brilliant Princess Sparkle Pony saw this weakness, too.
Truthfully, the lack of a coherent, national organization advocating on the numerous electoral challenges to gay and lesbian civil rights is a big part of last night loss, the Prop 8 disaster, and the continual challenges to gay and lesbian civil rights. So, let's fix this. Let's do this for my blogging homie, Princess Sparkle Pony.
She might have been sent to the glue factory, but we can still piece this mess together.
When two independent events of the day result in this anonymous, middle of the country bumpkin stumbling into the news media, it's time to go home for the day.
Assigned reading: this.
Also? Dear New York Magazine:
Can a weekend be so fantastic, yet such a let down? Um, yes.
And for that reason.
Life is awesome.
And I've never felt this close to getting back to myself.
I spent the weekend rounding the Knoxville, Nashville, Chattanooga triangle in a haze of memories and ghosts of the past. The notes were staccato. Old friends, Cracker Barrel, designated driving, road trips, weddings, random limos, country music, sketchy criminals, pill poppers, and too little lost time.
Between dissecting the nuances of "Some Mad Hope" and pondering the decisions that I thought were long put to rest, I wonder whether the one thing that's been missing for so long was not so much lost as it was in hibernation.
That, my friends, is the sound of a soul awaking.
Happy Fall.
It's absolutely stunning.
Writing a never ending order. I'm tipping a bit of my Kosher Coke for my homie MMM, another victim of this recession and new member of the 405 club.
Can I just say, thank God for Fall's arrival. The past few days have been utterly overcast, cold, and windy. I've never felt more at home in Tennessee. It's like the color Chicago turns into during Winter. It's almost as though there was this blue film placed over the entire world. I used to call it "Blue Chicago."
I was debating going to Chicago for New Year's to catch Girl Talk on New Year's Eve.
There's something to be said about dancing to electronica in a crowded crazy mess of people. It's the way I brought in the decade (a massive outdoor concert in Tempe, Arizona), it feels like this is the way I should end it.
In that pursuit, I've begun searching for plane tickets and found myself trying to pick a hotel to call home base during the two days I'll be in town. While debating with staying north of Wacker or south of Wacker, I realized that this has become the norm for traveling. What I mean is that the default has somehow shifted from sleeping on someone's floor, someone's couch, someone's futon in the guest bedroom, I have begun to be one of those people who just reserves a hotel without even thinking of asking to crash. A big part of it is simple: you don't want to inconvenience someone. And basically saying "hey can I crash here for reasons completely unrelated to you" just seems rude. Or uncouth. So, you book the hotel. It's a small price for itinerary control.
A few weekends ago, in Atlanta, I did the same exact thing. I had a flight scheduled early Saturday morning. During the week, I had thought about trying to spend Friday with friends but realized that my endless Rolodex does indeed have limits. J. moved to Brussels. N. & K, left town for the weekend. J. was working late. T. couldn't be reached.
So, a decision had to be made: I opted to drive in and check into a downtown hotel and found myself wondering around the familiar yet utterly foreign streets of Midtown. In the pursuit of dinner, I ended up making friends with strangers and found myself crashing some DJ's private birthday party.
Even in the midst of being alone I somehow can find myself completely surrounded.
That's the nice thing about trips like New Year's.
I know that most of my Chicago friends wouldn't find dancing in a grungy warehouse in crazy costumes to be a fun evening. If I crashed I know exactly what my night would be like: fancy dinner, drinks, and sleep.
And while I can indeed enjoy a dinner at Schwa or Alinea or its ilk, I think the cost of ceding control of that night to be more than the amount required to buck up and just get a hotel room.
It's not much, but it's an improvement. Spoiled groceries, incense to cover up the mess and smell, and bitching might be the magic mix necessary...
to get a new fridge.
I guess the sqeeky wheels does get the oil.
But for the grace of God, I go on.
Well, it's good reminder to continue to send resumes into the abyss. And to avoid all headhunter calls, asking if I was ready to return to sweat shop law living.
