April 2005 Archives
- April 29, 2005: Go ahead || No. of Comments: 6
Ask about my weekend plans. No, don’t, it’s OK. Really. I’ll just tell you. I’m moving this weekend to another area of the Twin Cities. Come tomorrow, I’ll be a legitimate Minneapolis resident, not just a suburban leech lingering just outside city limits. It’s true. To prove it, my car insurance has already increased. I hate moving, though. If I had a Top Ten list of things I hate to do, moving would be near the top. It takes too much time and planning and it’s just not fun. I hate it. But it will be worth it. As much…
- April 26, 2005: Dining Out for Life || No. of Comments: 6
Bring your date(s) and eat! Oh, how I love food. You can be certain I’ll be participating in this, date or no. Thursday, April 28 Minneapolis Dining out for Life This year’s 67 participating restaurants have agreed to donate a portion of their proceeds to The Aliveness Project, a local nonprofit organization that provides on-site meals, food shelf & other direct services for HIV-infected individuals and their families. Last year, Dining Out for Life raised $46,000 in donations from restaurants, sponsors and individual diners. More information about The Aliveness Project…
- April 25, 2005: PrideAlive Deserves More, Not Less || No. of Comments: 5
Thanks to Dan for pointing out this article. Rep. Emmer, I imagine that, as a lawyer, you speak with fellow lawyers using different language than if you were to speak with a five-year-old child. I imagine that you speak with your significant other differently than you speak with your parents. Perhaps you talk about different things, perhaps your tone of voice is different, perhaps you are comfortable swearing around one group but not the other. My point is that different audiences respond to different language, tone of voice and communication styles. You wouldn’t speak to an Italian in German or…
- April 24, 2005: Three Years Later… || No. of Comments: 15
Orlando, July 4, 2001: Swan-shaped paddle boats churned in the lake beside the Disney-owned pavilion. Crowds of people — families and teenagers and old folks — jockeyed for position on the edge of the lake, though there were still two hours before the fireworks were scheduled to begin. Radio stations broadcasted live from the back of vans, their loudspeakers fighting for attention. Jose and I wandered through the madness. It was the first time he witnessed Fourth of July festivities. As I remember, he wasn’t very impressed. “Americans are fat,” he said. Or something like that. Half an hour…
- April 22, 2005: I’m A Victim || No. of Comments: 11
My car is broken into.
- April 20, 2005: Canada Bound || No. of Comments: 9
Someone help me: Do I need a passport to travel to Canada this summer? Or will a birth certificate and driver’s license suffice (as it has in the past)?…
- April 19, 2005: Papal Smudge || No. of Comments: 5
The world has a new pope. He’s grinning at me from the front of the New York Times now, his arms spread wide. I can’t decide if his smile is greedy or if it’s just cynics rearing its ugly head. His track record indicates he’s at least as conservative as his immediate predecessor. He certainly won’t be moving the church forward on issues of homosexuality or women in leadership. I’m sad for Catholics who tow the progressive line. Especially gay Catholics, of which there are many. I don’t know how they can justify supporting a church that does absolutely nothing…
- April 18, 2005: Finally || No. of Comments: 4
Nine months after they stopped working correctly, I finally overhauled my photo galleries. I should be better at keeping it updated from now on. Maybe. Click here….
- April 15, 2005: T-Shirt Party, Part Deaux || No. of Comments: 3
Photos from the random T-shirt party.
- April 13, 2005: People || No. of Comments: 3
I feel like I live in a biodome, with temperature-controlled buildings and skyways and fragrant flower shops and manicured department stores and yummy restaurants. I never have to experience anything undesirable or uncomfortable, except for the occasional foul-smelling bum in the skyway. It’s… heaven? No, it’s not me. Give me the places where people are people and not perfect people, places where ugliness breeds, illuminating beauty and where we can see our need for relationships and our individual struggles with our own weaknesses and humanity. Church and steeple. Bar and backroom. Men sweating on men in dark rooms and roadside…
- April 13, 2005: Hotel || No. of Comments: 1
Today I took a break from work and wandered through the skyways to Target where I picked up Moby’s new album, Hotel. After listening to it for the past hour or so, I have to say that I like. I especially like his liner notes and, like a Bible Study group sharing their favorite verses, I wanted to share some of it: Hotels fascinate me in that they’re incredibly intimate spaces that are scoured every 24 hours and made to look completely anonymous. people sleep in hotel rooms and cry in hotel rooms and bathe in hotel rooms and have…
- April 13, 2005: Even Adam Stepped in Dog Poop || No. of Comments: 7
This entry has nothing to do with dog poop. It has to do with to-do about a T-shirt. A T-shirt party. A random T-shirt party. Which I attended sporting a shirt that featured a design so scandalous, so embarrassing, so horribly wrong that I can only link to it. Click at your own risk. It’s marginally SFW. (That’s “safe for work” for you internet-challenged readers.)…
- April 10, 2005: It’s the Stink || No. of Comments: 6
It’s nice that all Minneapolis bars are smokefree now. But the bars still stink, and there isn’t anything to blame it on. Well, other than built-up tar and carbon monoxide clinging to the ceiling from years of Marlboros and Parliaments, the stinking rancor of attitude dropped on the floor by haughty gay men, the stench of sweat and Aqua Di Gio mingled and smeared on the dance floor, the burning plastic covers on colored lights reflecting off shiny backs and gelled hair. It’s the stink of lust, of silliness, of thousands of catty remarks. It’s the stink that clings to…
- April 5, 2005: Wait || No. of Comments: 3
Someone important died?…
