Insights from the wee hours of the morning gleaned from various crevices of the internet. Media, politics, sex, and art from an(other) asian queer perspective
My friend Citizen Rahne has a new song Papal Tracheotomy that she has released to the internet. It's stuck in my head now. Be warned. It is part of her Songs that NPR Taught Me series. Click here for the All Things Considered piece.
The first of four in a series on leadership posters.
During the day, aside from intermitten periods of play-time, the puppy naps. This translates into lots of energy at night. When he should be sleeping he's putzing about in his crate. This morning I was woken up at 4 in the morning to the sound of him chowing down on his own vomit. Doh. After I cleaned him off and was washing the crate he took advantage of my distraction by shitting on the carpet. Double-doh. I only noticed because I stepped in a small piece of a 5 piece masterpiece in the corner. Triple-doh. Serves me right for being nice and wanting to wait for him to warm up before taking him out into the rain for a potty walk. My goal today is to take advantage of the good weather to tire him out with lots of walks - provided this plan doesn't backfire on me and get me all sleepy and unable to get work done later tonight - it's a brilliant plan.
In a NYTimes article, on online responses to the public announcement regarding the possible discovery of a new mutated strain of HIV that resists all known drugs, the journalist ends with: Jon, a 33-year-old New York escort who uses the Web site Manhunt.com, a popular gay dating site, said in a telephone interview that even the most educated and cautious often slip into dangerous behavior. On Friday night, he said, an H.I.V.-positive lover he had met online came over to watch a movie. Though he worked in health care for 15 years and usually insists on practicing protected sex, this time he did not make his lover wear a condom. "After the sex, I freaked out," he said. "I thought, 'How stupid to go that route after 40 years of being negative.'" He was 33 years old? But has gone 40 years of being HIV negative? Is this suppose to be the humorous and ironic ending to the article?
Hey, my great-great-grandmother was your great-great-grandfather's mistress... How 'bout it?
Columbia news service writer Farrell writes: Sometimes called "designer mutts," puppies like the schnoodle, the cockabiche and the shih apso are rapidly gaining in popularity and selling at exorbitant prices. The schnoodle, cockabiche, and the shih apso? My goodness - next thing you tell me will be that they've crossed a labrador with a poodle to produce the labradoodle. These breeders have a perverse sense of humor.
Theorist Donna Haraway has commented in an interview with Prickly Paradigm Press: I'm interested in creatures that inhabit borderlands. Dogs inhabit the borderland between the civilized and the wildness that lies just beyond. Dogs are about unfreedom. Dogs are degraded wolves. They're about the realization of man's will in nature. All that is fascinating to me. I wonder what she would think dogs that embody the borders of race and breed that humans have established. What I also find unremarked upon is that if you read the history of every breed, you'll get the sense that mixing was an active part of that breeds genesis. But seriously though, a labradoodle?
PlanetOut has a "hey, advertise with us page" where they feature press releases of successful ad campaigns. The release quotes Nivea for men's marketing manager, Joseph Venezia, as saying: "Nivea for men believed it would benefit from targeting gays." Yeah, get the "gays" to buy your stuff. *barf*
The Belief-o-matic (via Robbie's World).
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[warning... kinda fucked up post]
I learned how to drink on tequila - what can I say, I grew up in California. My drink of choice "evolved" away from that strong tasting booze to to it's diametrical opposite - vodka. I got pretty good at drinking the flavorless liquor as well. I even managed to hold my own in a vodka drinking contest with some Polish exchange students while I was studying abroad. It was abroad that I was introduced to the "vodka martini," it was also abroad that I heard Aqua's "Barbie Girl" for the first time. I was wrong on both counts when I assumed the later was a freaky east asian phenomenon and the former was the way that a martini should be drunk. I was reminded of this when I had to make my nightcap martini with vodka tonight because I was out of gin... gah. c'est terrible.
