Archive for June, 2005

I Am Fantasizing About A Beach House

June 30, 2005

It’s one of those days where I want to fast-forward things a bit and get to that beach house of mine filled with books, already.

Patience, patience.

I’m Going to Get Some Work Done Now

June 30, 2005


Damn, why do I feel so tired?

Go Check Out Alaska Before It Melts

June 30, 2005

Alaska is changing by the hour. From the far north, where higher seas are swamping native villages, to the tundra around Fairbanks, where melting permafrost is forcing some roads and structures to buckle in what looks like a cartoon version of a hangover, to the rivers of ice receding from inlets, warmer temperatures are remaking the Last Frontier State.

And yea, I lived there for two years, and yea, Fairbanks needs a major overhaul. Cabins built on tundra that never froze are now looking like shipwrecks crushed by melting ice-as-earth.

Not quite apocalyptic yet, but hey, catch it while it’s still cold.

If nothing else, it’ll be a great place to retire when the Midwest turns into a desert.


Secular Summer Camp

June 30, 2005

Who’da thought?


The Trouble With Masculinity

June 30, 2005


Good Morning, Chiklits

June 30, 2005

Ooogg, what a morning. Feeling groggy and sleep-deprived. Also, need cofffeeeee and some water.

Came home and cleaned the house for the apartment showing we had and the bunches that are today and spent the rest of the nigh hashing out some stuff with Jenn.

B’s flying in tomorrow, so I figure I’ll wash the bedsheets tonight (I know how nice it is to have clean bedsheets when I arrive at a place that’s not mine), and we’ve got a bunch of weekend shinanigans planned. It’ll be good to see him. We’re somehow managing to see each other twice a month now – I fly to NY to see him, then two weeks later, he flys to Chicago to see me.

We’re insane, I know.

On the upside, Eli sent me a cool box of goodies, including a new CD that I’m listening to again this morning Trocadero’s Roses are Red, Violets are Blue (fans of Red vs. Blue will recognize the music!). Good stuff, good stuff. It also occurred to me that I should probably begin cultivating an interest in comic books. They do some cool shit with those.

Anathema’s Back From Thailand

June 29, 2005

Everywhere you go, you can buy skin whitening cream. I had one women come up to me and compliment me on my skin tone: “So beautiful, so white.” I shudder mightily.

Writing Novels in Tehran

June 29, 2005

Over the past decade, Iran’s best-selling fiction lists have become dominated by women, an unprecedented development abetted by recent upheavals in Iranian society.

The number of women who have published novels has reached 370, said Hassan Mirabedini, a scholar of Iranian literature, whose findings recently appeared in the magazine Zanan (Women). That is 13 times as many as a decade ago, the research showed, and is about equal to the number for men today.

Yes, you read that right, 370.

370 women have published novels in Iran.

This is considered huge.

Bizarre how something that seems so small is perceived as being so huge. It doesn’t take a lot of people to make everybody else uncomfortable.

Censors at the Ministry of Culture and Islamic Guidance, which must approve every book before it can be published, ban any explicit mention of sex. They ask for the removal of words like “nudity” and “bosom,” even if these appear in metaphors and do not refer to the human body.

Because if God wanted us to walk around naked, we would have been born that way.

Interesting little article. I find it fascinating that so many husbands have trouble with their wives making money this way. Women holding jobs and earning their own income is totally OK as per the Quran.

Oh, I’m sorry, you’re not ruling your fundamentalist Islamic country based on the Quran? Dare I say you’re skewing it for your own ends?


Feed Fish! Fight Aliens!

June 29, 2005

Why do I love this mindless game?

Bah. I’m behind on the writing… must… do… something… useful.

Happy Blogging B-Day To Me

June 29, 2005

OK, so, I’m a day late, but hey, happy belated b-day.

Blogging is weird.