Friday, March 30, 2007

First Times

I did something last night that I've never done before: I went out alone.

There was this show I wanted to go see, this singer, Jay Brannan, was doing a show at a bar/restaurant type place in the Hollywood area. I put out a pitch to friends and got a few bites. This was going to be a fun night out. Mix in that I have today (Friday) off for Cesar Chavez day and it could be an epic night.

Things change. One friend baled last week. Another earlier this week. Finally, the last one -- the guy who introduced me to this artist -- worked late and was dead tired. At 8:45 I had to face a decision: to go or not. Normally, I wouldn't go.

I've never been to a movie by myself. I've never eaten at a restaurant where I waitress takes your order and sat at the table alone. I don't "do" much alone, which might seem weird for someone who spends most of his time single. Maybe I should. Normally, I try to surround myself with people, or I stay in.

It's not that I don't appreciate being alone. Today, I'm alone at home. I like sitting in bed and reading. I like walking through the city alone. I like exploring the library alone. I like being alone.

I'm just not good at breaking social taboos, like going "out" alone. Last night, I did. It was a lot of fun and I'm glad I didn't let my crappy, flaky friends ruin my chance to see Jay preform live.

Here's a couple videos:





Okay, I cheated. I did run into two friends. This is another first for me. I kind of was seeing one for a while. The other is his super AWESOME fun lesbian friend. (That's a little shout out to her, as she mentioned she still reads the blog.) I haven't seen him for months. An random email since we went out a few times. Not much else. But it's funny. I find myself staying in contact with -- even friends with -- people I've dated over the last few years. That's weird. I've never really stayed friends with "exes". I like it.

I liked the show, too.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

What I was trying to say...

So... I was trying to say so much more about contemporary journalism than the media and Katie Couric are douchebags. Thank God for JibJab. They read my mind:

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Beware of the Internets

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MySpace uses awesome tech to send ads that are focused on your demographic. So, as a self-identified gay male, I get ads for sex-cruising sites. Naturally.

I don't hit up the sites -- in Los Angeles, a gay man needn't cruise the Internets to get laid, he need only walk outside and ask someone -- but from my days at the big Gay house I know a lot about them. (Mostly because we'd write HIV-prevention grants for programs that focused on anonymous sex in all its forms: the Internet, the sex clubs and bathhouse, Catholic rectories, etc.) Manhunt is a big one. And judging by those pictures, full of about 30,000 hot, mid-20s hotties.

Beware of the Internets. On the Internets, you'll find this:

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Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketWhen in reality, your $19.95/month will not get you in the sack with that Cubano-Homo bleach blonde twink, but rather with a rather rotund, despicably noxious wire gossip hag. The infamous Perez Hilton would cruise the cyber world for a handy-j and some salty mouth rinse using either photoshopped pics, or relics from his days at a Miami-area high school's Glee Club. I bring up this year-old story as a cautionary tale in consumer watch-dogism. Go ahead, fork over the credit card digits for access to a database of regional and ready smut and sluts, but don't bank on the hotties above. They're probably working hard as congressional pages.

Fergalicious

Behold a less-manly Fergie than the actual super-manly Fergie.



I don't like Fergie. Because I feel like I have to hate.

What are you afraid of?

Apparently, this is what the GOP should have been afraid of when their administration would face some oversight:



First it was Mark Foley. Then when they lost, we got warrantless searches. We have US Attorneys being fired for political reasons. Followed up by the lies and cover-up of the death of celebrity soldier Pat Tillman. Now we have our Government Services Administration using tax dollars for political purposes.

Will anyone want to be a Republican come 2008?

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Great Achievements in Douchebaggery V

Some say... that Katie Couric is a douchebag!

Did you watch 60 Minutes on Sunday? John and Elizabeth Edwards sat down to talk with Katie Couric about their pursuit of the White House and Elizabeth's cancer. The Edwards couple did an amazing job countering Katie's sloppy journalism.

First of all, can we please put away the "Some say..." strawmen forever? "Some say that you are blinded by ambition." "Some say that you are an ambulance chasing sheister who hates his wife." "Some say that I am too busy doing kagle excercises during this interview to care about anything other than the Peabody that Bill O'Reilly is gonna shove up my cooch the next time we are alone on an elevator together."

Listen to this audio where the answers were omitted. You'll get a real feel for how intellectually lazy Ms. Couric was:



The best point made by the Edwards' was that they needn't end the campaign because his wife might die sooner rather than later. They learned the hard way, with the death of their 16 year-old son in 1996, that you never know when tragedy might strike and your life will end. You need to live in the present and work to make a difference because there just may not be a tomorrow. After all, he's campaigning to be the leader of the free world. He could be taken out by an assasins bullet tomorrow and Elizabeth may be left standing over his grave at his funeral. There is no promise in tomorrow, so they have chosen to live in today.

Elizabeth's cancer, should it be an issue when he's in the White House won't be insurmountable. I was reminded that both Betty Ford and Nancy Reagan battled breast cancer while their husbands sat in the Oval Office. Ronald Reagan had cancer himself. Bill Clinton had to manage the distractions of the death of his beloved mother, his weak marriage, and impeachment while fighting wars. And George H.W. Bush had to endur his cold-as-ice bitch of a wife and moron son who might just follow him into the White House. All these men did their job, some quite well, and civilization survived.

And, as Taegan Goddard pointed out, who is Katie Couric to criticize any family's handling of cancer. When her husband was dying of cancer, she continued to work her hectic schedule as anchor of the Today Show. She didn't resign her position to nurse her husband. She managed to carry the burden for a news division that was worth hundred of millions of dollars, sitting down with world leaders, all while "dealing" with her husband's impending death.

Watch the interview and honestly tell me you don't feel more comfortable with the Edwards family because of how well they handled this needless grilling. I dare you.



I hope to one to be as courageous and full of love as they are, and I hope to one day knee Katie Couric in the groin!

Other douchebags joining Katie Couric in infamy:

Rudy Guiliani

Mitt Romney
Tim Hardaway
Terrence Howard

Monday, March 26, 2007

Greatest. PSA. Ever.



Much like the YouTube comments extoll, I do in fact use this catch-phrase on a regular basis.
Amid the torrent of Anti-Drug PSAs from the 1980s shines one so bright, its catch phrase is uttered by 20-somethings even to this day. A father finds his son's drug stash and confront him on the issue, only to learn the horrid truth.

Sorting.

I'm not very OCD, with the likelihood of clean laundry piling up for weeks greater than my eating Pop Tarts. I do have my quirks.

All the keys on my key ring, at least those with ridges on one side, face the same direction.

The shoes on my shoe rack are placed there in order of frequency worn.

The shirts hang in my closet in clumps by style, eg. button-downs, polo shirts, sweaters, zipper sweaters, and jackets.

And I arrange my friends on MySpace based on a variety of reasons: typically, who I like the most. Just kidding. I used to arrange my top friends based on photo size, but people are changing their photos too often. So I've compromised and am trying the ever popular (among my group of friends) alphabetizing. How long will it last?

Mondays

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Thank you Post Secret.

While the above statement is true, I think we focus too much on the people in our past. I know I do. I haven't spoken to Brooke in almost a year. I wonder what Suzanne (college roommate) is doing when I drive in to work. Has Andy died of AIDS yet? Has Geena had that stupid "right side up" pink triangle tattoo removed? Jonathan Mikeska was apparently some track star in high school and college. My elementary school Big Buddy, Dominic, and I would have made such a happy couple despite the creepiness of the age difference.

How about I try thinking about the people I haven't met yet, or those still in my life that I want to know better. Can I do it? Where are you?

Friday, March 23, 2007

Children of Men

I first saw the trailer for the movie Children of Men back in August. I was sucked in. Shortly thereafter, I learned that it was based on a book. An afternoon of Internet searches revealed that the book, published in 1993, was out of print. While in Seattle in September, I stumbled upon a used copy at the Elliott Bay Book Company, an awesome indie bookstore with a great inventory of used and new books. (Although, they’ve gotten nothing on Powell’s Books in Portland, one of my 25 Must See Sights in Life.)

Thus began a nearly 6-month adventure with a book I both loved and hated.

My modest goal was to read the book prior to seeing the movie, which opened on Christmas Day. What seemed like a simple task spiraled miserably out-of-control as I struggled with a total disinterest in the book. I slowly trudged through the first 80 pages – in 3 months. Within days, the movie was going to be released. “I must finish this book.”

The holidays kept me pre-occupied and I came nowhere near finishing the book, stalled around page 100. And then my plan fell out from underneath me: the movie is only loosely based on the book! And from what I’ve learned, as loosely based as possible. My motivation to get through this book was lost.

Occasionally I would pick up the book and swim through 3 or 4 pages before losing interest to a re-run of Family Guy or laughter coming from my roommates in the kitchen. I was officially stuck on Chapter 18 at around page 124. I had lugged the book from Seattle, on countless days in to the office, twice to Boston, along on numerous trips to coffee shops and libraries. I got nothing.

Guess what? I finished the book. It turned out quite good and I will have some thoughts on it in the coming days.

(Okay, so I finished it 2 weeks ago on my last flight back from Boston.)

The Immigation Problem

I've figured out why people -- conservatives, really -- are opposed to immigration. We "open borders" types seem to enjoy the blend of cultures and recognize the economic benefits of immigrant labor. The other side is "afraid" of lawbreakers and brown skin. After yesterday's baby shower at work, I might have to join the other side.

Because I think they are also afraid of DISGUSTING cakes!

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There was cake at the baby shower. Yum? No! It looked like the standard sheet cake, two layers, filling in the middle. Cut the cake and you'd see it was some fruit filling. Chocolate cake on the bottom, white cake on the top. Let's take a bite. The "cake" itself was fine. The frosting -- for lack of a better term -- was essentially colored cool whip. And the fruit filling? A mix of cool whip and... wait for it... canned peaches! Peaches alone would be weird in a cake, but canned peaches?

Seriously.

Gross.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

A swipe at the big guy?

Rudy Guiliani has a new web site that starts with a video called, "A Time for Leadership."

It starts with the line, "When I was mayor, there was a sign on my desk that said, 'I'm responsible.' That's the kind of common sense accountability we need today. That's the kind of leadership we need in Washington."

Is he trying to say something about President Bush? Is Rudy really running for the Republican nomination?

He also points out that when he was mayor, New York had a Democratic-controlled city council. Is he predicting a dim future for the GOP in Congress?

God is a polluter.

"I cannot imagine any objective finding that CO2 is a pollutant," he said. "If that's true, God is a polluter."
-- Rep. Joe Barton, from Texas (naturally)

Al Gore was in Washington yesterday testifying before committees in the very building he once presided over as President of the Senate.

Yesterday morning on NPR I heard Gore being criticized because he said in a speech that a polar ice flow would be completely gone in 34 years. “How can he make such a specific prediction?” You know what, he probably can’t, but that one prediction, that one dramatic hyperbole, may be serving Gore’s greater goal: getting Americans to wake up to the threat of climate change on our everyday lives. His critics won’t be so bold as to say Al Gore is across the board wrong, except the Republicans in Congress, so they’ll try to discredit him with Love Story / I Created the Internet smears. David Ignatius, in a July 2005 column, recognized these silly debunkers and how they fail:
There's certainly room for scientific debate about Mann's research. A front-page article in the Wall Street Journal on Feb. 14 cited a rebuttal by two Canadian scientists, focusing on Mann's alleged mathematical mistakes. But other scientists have noted that there is so much other evidence of global warming that even if Mann did make serious mistakes in his statistical calculations, it wouldn't change the scientific picture very much.
Much of the criticism of Gore and Global Climate Change Science revolves around sticky points and nuanced interpretation. But where are the credible, peer-reviewed studies that refute the idea that the global climate is shifting and carbon emissions are having some impact on it?

But fear not! Rep. Joe Barton is first-class Global Warming denier. Science, public opinion, and common sense be damned. (Really, you don’t think that thick black smoke drifting to the sky will do any harm? You think air was meant to be seen and eaten with a knife and fork?)
"You're not just off a little, you're totally wrong," said Texas Rep. Joe Barton, the leading Republican on the House Energy and Commerce Committee, as he challenged Gore's conclusion that carbon dioxide emissions cause rising global temperatures. Barton and Gore's exchange grew testy at one point—Barton demanding that Gore get to the point and Gore responding that he would like time to answer without being interrupted.
But there is a reason Al Gore was elected president. He’s smart. And despite what our media wants us to believe, Americans do still respect brains – it’s just after the past 6 years, we’re not used to them.
"The planet has a fever," Gore said. "If your baby has a fever, you go to the doctor. If the doctor says you need to intervene here, you don't say, `Well, I read a science fiction novel that told me it's not a problem.' If the crib's on fire, you don't speculate that the baby is flame retardant. You take action."
We also like wit. It’s not just for the British anymore.

I think Al Gore has been the best champion for any single issue in a generation. I’ve seen enthusiasm for a cause ebb and flow, from the red ribbons at the Oscars, to Free Tibet concerts, to Bono’s hopeless pleading for Third World debt relief. In the decade and a half of my political awareness, little real progress in moving “America” seems to have been made. AIDS infection is at an all time high despite efforts of the Left to stem the tide being resisted by the Abstinence-only folks who’d rather their children be exposed to a fatal disease than be exposed to scientific information on sex. Tibet is no more free today than it was when I was college sophomore trying to dodge unshowered causists shoving brochures and bumper stickers in my hands on my way to class. And the Third World governments are still crippled from solving their own problems of poverty and disease because countries like the United States, China and much of Europe are still coming around with their tin cups in one hand and baseball bats in the other.

Al Gore has achieved something few can: engaging the American public on something other than the paternity of Daniellyn Smith. (Please let it be Larry. If there is a God in heaven, let it be Larry!)

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

I'm all a twitter.

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Scanning the Internets and I find this new toy: Twitter. Geekily enough, it was on a political post talking about John Edwards use of the technology. I think I'm in love.

Twitter is a place where you post short little posts about what you are doing. An answer to that age old question, "What's going on?"

And you can send messages to your friends. And you can make updates and send messages from your cell phone texting service. Or you can use your instant messenger.

This will keep me busy for hours. If you guys sign up. So, dear readers, sign-up and give me a shout out. I'm at http://twitter.com/briandavis.

How you feeling?

I almost blew my cover today. I was talking with a co-worker, one of the few I like, about the end of winter. I realized this morning that I survived this season without a single illness -- besides the bugs -- and that I think that's a first for me. Based on the initial look of confusion on my co-worker, I forgot about my:

Bostonuenza of 2 weeks ago
Scubaitis which hit twice on Mondays
Magic Mountainia from Christmas week
Interviewitis which hit in late October

That's okay, because I don't think I'm that much more effective sitting out my desk, as long as there are Blogger, MySpace, DailyKos and Political Wire, The (Unbelievably Adorable) Misanthropic Man Musings, Mondo Ricko, and, of course, YouTube.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

God.

What does this mean?
Each person is free to misunderstand god according to his own conscience. God is Scientific Truth...it's been proven and does not require bullshit like faith and hope. Fact is God. The highly divided mind cannot even begin to understand this. It needs something to be against, something to denounce, something to point to. It craves its own divisiveness. Wisdom would tell us that we need to find a way to be in accord with, rather than in opposition to. This requires the proper circuitry...and is what we are here to build. This is direct from my source, who is of ONE MIND.
Who cares, it starts out great: "Each person is free to misunderstand god according to his own conscience."

Who wrote this? Roseanne Barr, naturally. I found her blog today. A little weird but good. I imagine that above business is probably some Kabalah garbage, but I still think that first sentence bears repeating.

So I'll repeat it.

"Each person is free to misunderstand god according to his own conscience."

Easter.

I'm done with Lent. It sucks. I hate Lent. No more Lent. Let's get to the good stuff: Easter.

Easter is happy. Easter is alive. Easter is about starting over, mistakes be damned. Whether you are a Christian or not, Easter is for everyone. The Easter message is rich and wonderful, and the "characters" are inspiring models.

I'm ready for Easter. Bring on the Cadbury Creme Eggs and marshmallow Peeps (birds only, no bunnies).

This Easter, things will start new for me. I am in my late mid-twenties and about to roll into my early pre-thirties. I want good things. I want to start building my "house."

Not to get too churchy, but when Jesus dies, so dies sin. So goes the world's baggage. Tossing mine out the window right now. Jesus comes back to life anew and his first act is to gather together his friends and refocus everyone on their ultimate goal -- that's what I'm doing.

Big Eastery Happennings?

Well, Suzanne and Greg are coming back to Southern California. Nothing more exciting has happened for me in a long time. Suzanne is the single greatest person I know. For 14 years, she's been the most positive presence in my life. She's never hurt me. The only times I've ever been upset with her was when my selfish desire to spend time with her was conflicted with her loving nature on her too rare trips home. Southern California will be her home and those trips won't be limited anymore.

I will find answers in my relationships. If God can cleanse the world of sin in 3 days, I should be able to get my own house in order this Easter season. With my Lent-ignoring Easter headstart, my 40 days is stretching out to 56 days. I can do it.

And I need Peeps.

*For my less Jesusy friends and readers, I want to point out that I have not received any Passover Seder invitations yet. Hmmm... perplexing!

Who cares if a faggot dies?

Today's LA Times has an interesting and certain to be controversial op-ed from Larry Kramer.

"I think your hate is evil."
What do we do to you that is so awful? Why do you feel compelled to come after us with such frightful energy? Does this somehow make you feel safer and legitimate? What possible harm comes to you if we marry, or are taxed just like you, or are protected from assault by laws that say it is morally wrong to assault people out of hatred? The reasons always offered are religious ones, but certainly they are not based on the love all religions proclaim.
Larry Kramer, the acclaimed author and activist leader*, is calling you straights to account for your hatred, your tolerance of hatred, your apathy. Do you have any answers for him?

*The Los Angeles Times described Kramer in the subheading as, "An aging 72-year-old gay man" who "isn't hopeful about the future." I think he deserves better than this. Unless he wrote the subheading himself.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Learning To Swim

Parents are deceitful bastards. Santa Claus. Easter Bunny. Tooth Fairy. But nothing is worse than the way they teach us to swim: they try to drown us. "Come here, swim to Mommy." As mom slowly walks backward, making me swim farther. What if I can't make it? Why does the "goal" keep moving.

That's how I feel right now. Things could be pretty easy right now, if other people would just stay still and let me reach them. I'm swimming hard. I want to be there, but they keep taking those steps backwards. Relationship. Career. Friends. They keep stepping back, thinking, hoping I'll eventually catch them.

What if I don't? What if I just stop and wait for them to come and pull me out of the water? My mom always came through in the end. Will they?

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Sorry Rudy

This is why Rudy Guiliani will NEVER win the Republican nomination for President: