Let me cut right to the chase!
Let there be NO DOUBT the American media is being used by our government and all it takes is a look at the cover story on this weeks Newsweek.
Everywhere except this country the cover story is about the war in Afghanistan. What do you think Newsweek's most important story is for us? Annie Leibovitz! Don't get me wrong I like Annie's work but why does the rest of the world get information on how we are losing in Afghanistan and we get pretty pictures and a talented photographer?
You can check out the covers here. I'm not sure how long this link will be good for, I suspect it changes when a new issue comes out so I hope you are a regular reader. : )
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
3 weeks from today
The VWP continues to countdown. In just 3 weeks from today I'll be checking into the Mirage. The excitement continues to build. Friends and family that have been through previous VWPs must dread the last couple of weeks because I become just a little too excited about my Vegas trips. In many ways I think that the build up is almost as exciting as the trip it's self.
Of all the trips I've taken to Vegas I've only hit it big once, at the Mirage playing Let it Ride. I can't wait to pop down at a table and see if the Mirage will bless me again with the ability to actually bring some money home after a Vegas trip. Although few things in life are as nice as buying drinks and nibbly bits of food for one's parents while claiming "let's let the Mirage pay for this round".
One of the great things about being born into the Davey family is acquiring a love of Indian food. One of the activities we have planned for this trip is a visit to Gaylord an Indian restaurant at the Rio. I'm hoping it's extra spicy as it can be difficult to find Indian restaurants that serve food to an authentic spice level. While I understand that could run a place out of business given this country's non-spicy food it makes it challenging to find good Indian food.
Ok, time to stop thinking about Vegas for a couple of hours at least.
Of all the trips I've taken to Vegas I've only hit it big once, at the Mirage playing Let it Ride. I can't wait to pop down at a table and see if the Mirage will bless me again with the ability to actually bring some money home after a Vegas trip. Although few things in life are as nice as buying drinks and nibbly bits of food for one's parents while claiming "let's let the Mirage pay for this round".
One of the great things about being born into the Davey family is acquiring a love of Indian food. One of the activities we have planned for this trip is a visit to Gaylord an Indian restaurant at the Rio. I'm hoping it's extra spicy as it can be difficult to find Indian restaurants that serve food to an authentic spice level. While I understand that could run a place out of business given this country's non-spicy food it makes it challenging to find good Indian food.
Ok, time to stop thinking about Vegas for a couple of hours at least.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Gay movies and culture
Over the weekend I saw a cute movie Touch of Pink. It's similar to The Wedding Banquet but with an Indian cultural touch instead of a Chinese one. What is interesting about these films and many "gay" films like The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar is the cultural and familial issues that arise for gays, their families and the general public.
This leads me to wonder what our films will be like in that wonderful future where being gay isn't something that creates such incredible friction between the two groups (gay/straight). Thankfully my relationship with my parents around my gender preference has seldom been an issue and when it has it was generally more an issue for me then for them. It has also created a few very funny moments in our lives.
A few years ago, at the end of my marriage, I went to my parents house, frequently where I go when I need shoulders to cry on. When I arrived to cry about love lost I was informed that they were expecting some out of town guests at some point that afternoon. We pasted the time with me railing against an unjust and crazy world and my parents were as supportive as ever. The phone rang and their visitors were double checking directions and were just a few blocks away. Thankfully I had moved past the zenith of the cathartic experience I needed them for and quickly moved into supporting the Host by getting hor'dourves and drinks ready for the soon to arrive guests.
When they arrived I made the proper chit chat to make them feel welcome and buy my mother a bit more time in the kitchen. One of the guests must have noticed my wedding ring, I had yet to remove it because it had only been a few days and although I was emotionally done just hadn't taken the ring off. I was a little shocked and lost for words when asked about my wife. ACK! Incorrect assumption and a topic I was not about to go into the status of things. I don't recall exactly what I said but did nothing to correct their misunderstanding. This was also my queue to leave. I observed the proper social etiquette and departed for my home.
Over lunch, if only I had stayed, one of the guests ask my mother about her daughter-in-law. Clearly I had not provided enough information. : ) To which my mother replied "You must mean my son-in-law" revering to my sister and her husband. There was much confusion but finally all the facts were sorted out.
The next time I had a hard breakup and went again to the House of Unconditional Love and Support the first thing I said was "You better not be expecting any guests in the next couple of hours". It has become a wonderful little thing.
This leads me to wonder what our films will be like in that wonderful future where being gay isn't something that creates such incredible friction between the two groups (gay/straight). Thankfully my relationship with my parents around my gender preference has seldom been an issue and when it has it was generally more an issue for me then for them. It has also created a few very funny moments in our lives.
A few years ago, at the end of my marriage, I went to my parents house, frequently where I go when I need shoulders to cry on. When I arrived to cry about love lost I was informed that they were expecting some out of town guests at some point that afternoon. We pasted the time with me railing against an unjust and crazy world and my parents were as supportive as ever. The phone rang and their visitors were double checking directions and were just a few blocks away. Thankfully I had moved past the zenith of the cathartic experience I needed them for and quickly moved into supporting the Host by getting hor'dourves and drinks ready for the soon to arrive guests.
When they arrived I made the proper chit chat to make them feel welcome and buy my mother a bit more time in the kitchen. One of the guests must have noticed my wedding ring, I had yet to remove it because it had only been a few days and although I was emotionally done just hadn't taken the ring off. I was a little shocked and lost for words when asked about my wife. ACK! Incorrect assumption and a topic I was not about to go into the status of things. I don't recall exactly what I said but did nothing to correct their misunderstanding. This was also my queue to leave. I observed the proper social etiquette and departed for my home.
Over lunch, if only I had stayed, one of the guests ask my mother about her daughter-in-law. Clearly I had not provided enough information. : ) To which my mother replied "You must mean my son-in-law" revering to my sister and her husband. There was much confusion but finally all the facts were sorted out.
The next time I had a hard breakup and went again to the House of Unconditional Love and Support the first thing I said was "You better not be expecting any guests in the next couple of hours". It has become a wonderful little thing.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Getting older
I've never really had an issue with my age, other then not being about to drink legally before 21. I don't mind getting older even with my body not being what it use to be just a few years ago. I even appreciate the insights into life that comes with the experience of living. This is not to say I don't have some issues around getting older.
I think my biggest issue around getting older is that I don't want to be "old" alone. I am sure I will still have my friends, I have been unable to alienate them this far. I look at my parents and see two people that not only have shared most of their lives together but are also truly enjoying retirement and their "golden years" together. I would love for my retired life to be spent with, caring for and being cared by, that special someone.
I suspect part of this fear is my new found freedom from my last relationship and partly from my proximity to the big Four Oh.
I guess I will avoid thinking about this issue by returning to work.
I think my biggest issue around getting older is that I don't want to be "old" alone. I am sure I will still have my friends, I have been unable to alienate them this far. I look at my parents and see two people that not only have shared most of their lives together but are also truly enjoying retirement and their "golden years" together. I would love for my retired life to be spent with, caring for and being cared by, that special someone.
I suspect part of this fear is my new found freedom from my last relationship and partly from my proximity to the big Four Oh.
I guess I will avoid thinking about this issue by returning to work.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Same Blogger, new location
As many of you have found out people could not leave comments on my MySpace blog without becoming a MySpace member. That's just no good so I have moved the blog here where you can leave comments without going through a signup process! My hope is that this will mean more comments. : )
For new readers, if you would like to view pre-blogger posts visit:
http://blog.myspace.com/lcdseattle
For new readers, if you would like to view pre-blogger posts visit:
http://blog.myspace.com/lcdseattle
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