I can't run, can't hide...

Saturday, November 14, 2009

I met someone.

It's funny. Because usually the moment you fall for somebody, your friends are like, uh details please?! So you spend time going through the whole story, how we met, where she's from, what she is like. The usual stuff.

But what I find hilarious is the matter of manners and how easily it is for my friends to ask her the same questions when they meet. As though they've never, ever heard a single word about her. I like that. I like that my own edit, perception never, ever comes up. I like that they let her define things.

That said, I guess it's high time to clean up the apartment and prepare to head back to Atlanta to see Josh Radin.

Matt Nathanson - Come On Get Higher

Friday, November 13, 2009

I much, much prefer this version. It's a song about narcotizing yourself with sex or love in an effort to get away from the problems at hand. It makes way more sense with these lyrics because I always wondered what exactly the people in this song were trying to accomplish aside from the obvious sexy time.

What else is there to say...

Thursday, November 12, 2009

When you admit to style as a matter of choice

Monday, November 9, 2009

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.

That is the reason why I don't trust charming people. It's so more of an affect than disposition. And the truth is such an important premium.

Um, yes. More of this. Please...

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Just like that...it's over.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

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.

It's Not A Normal Day

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

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:

You have so much of it. And all of it.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Can a weekend be so fantastic, yet such a let down? Um, yes.

And for that reason.

Life is awesome.

I'm Wide Awake and So Alive...

Sunday, October 25, 2009

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.

Sitting in a spooky Courthouse all alone...

Thursday, October 22, 2009

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.