t r u t h o u t - Cindy Sheehan | What Really Happened
What is happening to our nation? There is no good or evil. There is right and wrong and what happened last night was wrong. Part of me is not surprised but most of me is saying, "I cannot believe that this has happened."
"That's when the enormity of my loss hit me. I have lost my son. I have lost my First Amendment rights. I have lost the country that I love. Where did America go? I started crying in pain."
I totally understand Cindy. I totally understand.
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Wednesday, February 1, 2006
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Krebs Cast #10
In this episode I discuss how I have too much stuff, how pain is the true reason I like soft drinks, and the generation gap between me and my gay brother who is twenty years my senior.
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Monday, January 30, 2006
We met in November of 2000. It was his birthday.
I was a junior at the University of Arizona in Tucson and I was living in the dorms. I was supposed to move into a terrific historic property with a friend but when my dad found out about the huge party I had thrown at my parents house in the summer before the fall semester he changed all that. My dad said that I was "not responsible enough to live on my own in light of the egregious act of mistrust" that I had committed. I never had any regrets for having that party. We converted the living room into an ad hoc disco, black lights and all and we gave out packs of cigarettes as party favors. Tons of people, it was fabulous. In any case I was miserable that November. I had gotten into a car accident on the freeway in Phoenix after coming home from a road trip to California over the Veterans day holiday and when my dad found out the shit hit the fan. He took away my car and when he found out I was $5000 in credit card debt he flipped his lid. I had disappointed him so much that he began to think the worst about me. After he had calmed down for a bit he asked me, "Did you buy drugs with your credit cards?" To which I replied, "Dad I'm not a fool I but my drugs with cash. I know not to leave a paper trail."
So on that particular November night I was feeling particularly low so I turned to the place that I knew would make me feel better. Gay.com. There I was able to muster the attention and adulation of many a gentleman caller and screw my worries away if just for a couple of hours at a time. On that particular night I got an IM from someone. We chatted for a bit; the usual questions bounced back and forth. We agreed to meet that night.
I went down to the front of my dorm and waited for him to show. I was to be looking for a green Honda Civic. He showed. Immediately I thought he was cute, pretty blue eyes, full brown hair that led down to reddish sideburns, and just the right amount of nerdiness sprinkled in. To top it all off he was short like me. Never underestimate the power of the matching principle. I got into his car with some trepidation even though I had been in this situation many times before.
He drove us to the back of his apartment where he parked his car. It was dark and all I could see was a dumpster and a building with a window above eye level with bars on it and a soft white light bulb in the room it viewed into. I thought at that moment that my life of wretched excess had finally brought me to my demise. That room with the light bulb was where I'd be chopped into a million little pieces and I'd be disposed of little by little into the dumpster out back.
We got out of his car and we walked away from the creepy room and through a gate that led into a cute backyard with a large pinon tree. Once in his small studio apartment we shared the familiar awkward gaze at one another and I looked around. He was a true nerd, more books than furniture and he had an Alien figurine. "I like the art of Giger." he said. I nodded not knowing who Giger was, but thinking that a Sigourney Weaver doll would have been something I might have if I could find one so I excused it. Then my eye wandered and I saw a small framed print of a Lichtenstein painting, (The Melody Haunts My) Reverie. I was a fan of Andy Warhol and Lichtenstein was my second favorite artist at the time. I mentioned it we conversed and bonded immediately. Much making out ensued. It was the first time I didn't have sex after just meeting a guy from Gay.com.
That was a Wednesday. He called me on Thursday afternoon to ask me to a movie. I was walking with my friend Lindsay to the student union when I recieved his call on my cell. After hanging up I was so excited to have another date with him I jumped up and down with pure unadulterated joy. All of my other problems, worries, and concerns melted away now that I had met Brad.
In the five years that Brad and I have been together we have always had the conundrum of determining when to celebrate our anniversary. We thought we'd just celebrate it on his birthday but that, in good faith, was Brad's day. It seemed wrong to combine the two but we could never decide when to make a day to celebrate our anniversary. Now that we're starting a new chapter in our lives with our first home we decided that January 30th is our anniversary. In our first night, settled, in our new home we celebrated five years of trust, love, laughing, crying, snuggling, fighting, making up, and being silly with each other in the privacy of our own home. I am so fortunate to have him in my life. He is the man who is responsible for much of who I am today. I don't know how it was that we found each other but I know I can't imagine life without him.
I love you Brad. I'm glad you didn't chop me up into a million little pieces and making me a fan of the Alien movies.
So on that particular November night I was feeling particularly low so I turned to the place that I knew would make me feel better. Gay.com. There I was able to muster the attention and adulation of many a gentleman caller and screw my worries away if just for a couple of hours at a time. On that particular night I got an IM from someone. We chatted for a bit; the usual questions bounced back and forth. We agreed to meet that night.
I went down to the front of my dorm and waited for him to show. I was to be looking for a green Honda Civic. He showed. Immediately I thought he was cute, pretty blue eyes, full brown hair that led down to reddish sideburns, and just the right amount of nerdiness sprinkled in. To top it all off he was short like me. Never underestimate the power of the matching principle. I got into his car with some trepidation even though I had been in this situation many times before.
He drove us to the back of his apartment where he parked his car. It was dark and all I could see was a dumpster and a building with a window above eye level with bars on it and a soft white light bulb in the room it viewed into. I thought at that moment that my life of wretched excess had finally brought me to my demise. That room with the light bulb was where I'd be chopped into a million little pieces and I'd be disposed of little by little into the dumpster out back.
We got out of his car and we walked away from the creepy room and through a gate that led into a cute backyard with a large pinon tree. Once in his small studio apartment we shared the familiar awkward gaze at one another and I looked around. He was a true nerd, more books than furniture and he had an Alien figurine. "I like the art of Giger." he said. I nodded not knowing who Giger was, but thinking that a Sigourney Weaver doll would have been something I might have if I could find one so I excused it. Then my eye wandered and I saw a small framed print of a Lichtenstein painting, (The Melody Haunts My) Reverie. I was a fan of Andy Warhol and Lichtenstein was my second favorite artist at the time. I mentioned it we conversed and bonded immediately. Much making out ensued. It was the first time I didn't have sex after just meeting a guy from Gay.com.
That was a Wednesday. He called me on Thursday afternoon to ask me to a movie. I was walking with my friend Lindsay to the student union when I recieved his call on my cell. After hanging up I was so excited to have another date with him I jumped up and down with pure unadulterated joy. All of my other problems, worries, and concerns melted away now that I had met Brad.
In the five years that Brad and I have been together we have always had the conundrum of determining when to celebrate our anniversary. We thought we'd just celebrate it on his birthday but that, in good faith, was Brad's day. It seemed wrong to combine the two but we could never decide when to make a day to celebrate our anniversary. Now that we're starting a new chapter in our lives with our first home we decided that January 30th is our anniversary. In our first night, settled, in our new home we celebrated five years of trust, love, laughing, crying, snuggling, fighting, making up, and being silly with each other in the privacy of our own home. I am so fortunate to have him in my life. He is the man who is responsible for much of who I am today. I don't know how it was that we found each other but I know I can't imagine life without him.
I love you Brad. I'm glad you didn't chop me up into a million little pieces and making me a fan of the Alien movies.
Is There Life on Mars?
Brad and I are big fans of both David Bowie and Jane Curtin. We love Bowie's body of work and Curtin's as well. She is great in the new show Crumbs on ABC which actually looks like it could develop into a good sitcom. Anyway we've noticed, especially in recent years, the growing similarities between Curtin and Bowie.
Separated at birth?
Separated at birth?
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Red Walls Red Meat
Oy! Painting a room red has been an emotional roller coaster. The first coat that I put on in our dining room last night with some friends looked like blood was smeared on the walls. I referred to it as the pig slaughter room. I was freaking out becaues even though we painted with a grey primer to start the paint looked terrible. My friend Kim assured me that the second coat would look good. I was being a drama queen and freaking out and kept thinking that I made a tremendous mistake.
Kim was right though. I was alone this morning at 8am painting the second coat while listening to Evita (the movie recording although I do love Patti Lupone) and I had a nice even vintage merlot on my walls. Crisis averted.
Because Brad couldn't help out today because of some work obligations he rewarded me for my good work with 1/2 lb USDA burger at Who's Who Burger in Highland Park Village. If you're ever in Dallas you have to get a burger here. The food is amazing, a menu with two style of burger: USDA or Kobe Beef. They don't do much but they do it well! The icing on the cake at this place is that you get to see all the fashionistas of Highland Park eating big greasy chesseburgers. I mean how campy is it to see a perfectly coiffed pampered princess with Chanel boots up to her knees in a Burberry overcoat eating a big greasy burger? I love Dallas.
Kim was right though. I was alone this morning at 8am painting the second coat while listening to Evita (the movie recording although I do love Patti Lupone) and I had a nice even vintage merlot on my walls. Crisis averted.
Because Brad couldn't help out today because of some work obligations he rewarded me for my good work with 1/2 lb USDA burger at Who's Who Burger in Highland Park Village. If you're ever in Dallas you have to get a burger here. The food is amazing, a menu with two style of burger: USDA or Kobe Beef. They don't do much but they do it well! The icing on the cake at this place is that you get to see all the fashionistas of Highland Park eating big greasy chesseburgers. I mean how campy is it to see a perfectly coiffed pampered princess with Chanel boots up to her knees in a Burberry overcoat eating a big greasy burger? I love Dallas.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Good Mood
For the first time in the last couple of days I'm in a great mood. I think its the combination of eating a delicious lunch, producing quality results after a week of hard work, and listening to the tunes of Burt Bacharach. It's cheesy as hell but I love his music. I have this whole box set loaded onto my iPod.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Bathroom Reflections
Nathan has put me in the mood to talk about toilets due to his last couple of posts.
There is a design flaw (some may see it as an advantage) in the bathroom at my work. The majority of the floor in the bathroom is covered in a dark slate colored tile of the typical one square foot variety. Most of the tiles have a matte finish save the two rows of tile adjacent to the wall of the bathroom that has the urinals and the toilet attached to it. Those tiles have a high gloss sheen on them.
Lets put two and two together: Dark colored tile + high gloss sheen = Mirror!
Therefore if the person next to you looks down while using the urinal they will have a clearly visible reflection of you from the bottom up whilst you're doing your business. Furthermore if you use the urinal next to the toilet stall you can clearly see the sides of one's ass and witness them wiping up if you look down to check your stream at the wrong moment.
The person that laid this tile was 1.) an incredible perv 2.) had a very elaborate and twisted sense of humor or 3.) completely ignorant of the laws of physics and indices of reflection. I find no one at my place of work even remotely attractive not to mention that I am extremely professional and taken. Therefore when I use the urinal you will know its me without seeing my face because my face is nearly parallel to the ceiling.
There is a design flaw (some may see it as an advantage) in the bathroom at my work. The majority of the floor in the bathroom is covered in a dark slate colored tile of the typical one square foot variety. Most of the tiles have a matte finish save the two rows of tile adjacent to the wall of the bathroom that has the urinals and the toilet attached to it. Those tiles have a high gloss sheen on them.
Lets put two and two together: Dark colored tile + high gloss sheen = Mirror!
Therefore if the person next to you looks down while using the urinal they will have a clearly visible reflection of you from the bottom up whilst you're doing your business. Furthermore if you use the urinal next to the toilet stall you can clearly see the sides of one's ass and witness them wiping up if you look down to check your stream at the wrong moment.
The person that laid this tile was 1.) an incredible perv 2.) had a very elaborate and twisted sense of humor or 3.) completely ignorant of the laws of physics and indices of reflection. I find no one at my place of work even remotely attractive not to mention that I am extremely professional and taken. Therefore when I use the urinal you will know its me without seeing my face because my face is nearly parallel to the ceiling.
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