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you make me sick

i never do this, but, trigger warning: this article literally made dom throw up! grotesque mockery of both disabled and trans people + disrespect for the mentally ill
read at your own risk.
the reason i'm sharing this is because it just evoked a need to rant. dom's response was sadness and shock. mine is a volcanic kind of anger that needs to be released. so i'm going to rant, but consider the above warning. i don't think you should read that article, although you can if you want to. i'm just saying that i need to unleash the demons it stirs up in me, or something very bad is going to happen.
i was hoping this was a bad joke (it is the daily fail, after all), but a quick check of the internets has multiple, credible sources for the story.
this person is insulting the real struggles of disabled and trans people. she wears a disability like it's a favourite outfit, taking it off when she wants to go skiing. and she uses the cultural idioms of the trans movement as c…
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naming and shaming

in order to help deal with the anxiety that comes from moving, unpacking and everything else that has been going on in the last few weeks, i've put a little time into my continuing study of genealogy. this is an ongoing process for me, because i'm ultimately determined to find out how i came by every single strand of dna in my body. but it's also a regular, calming activity that chiefly involves data entry into an extremely large tree. my discoveries in recent weeks have been enlightening, but they've brought to my attention the rather peculiar practice of nicknaming that was common among my ancestors [and probably yours too].

i understand the need for these nicknames. back in those days, every family seemed to have about six names that they used, so, if you were talking about your cousin john, chances are that there were at least eight or nine individuals who fit the bill. furthermore, since everyone was marrying their cousins and producing children that bore a striki…

the father, the son and the holy shit

during the time that we were without a solid internet connection [or at least, without an unlimited internet package], i wondered if the trump administration would somehow sort itself out, come clean about its russian problems, right the ship and start focusing on america's real problems. ok, i actually didn't think that, but i liked to imagine that, in my snow white-like repose, something positive might happen, so that things didn't seem so hilariously out of control. it was a nice, if naive, thought.

instead, i come back to see that donald trump jr. picked a twitter fight with the acid-tongued ana navarro [about the fact that she said his sister ivanka was intelligent] just hours before reports came out that he and his nearly mute but all powerful brother in law, and the campaign manager with the super-obvious ties to russia, met with a lawyer who may or may not be associated with the kremlin about receiving some damning information about hillary clinton from the russia…

did you miss me?

what's got two thumbs, an internet connection and finally found her computer keyboard?

this girl!!!!!


yes, i have been on a rather extended blogoliday, owing to the fact that my computer bits got packed [by me] in different areas, and it took me a long time to find my keyboard. well, i haven't spent the last couple of weeks just doing that, of course. there was a whole move, plus finishing up the packing i mentioned in my last post, plus having to fit work in there so that nice new apartment can be paid for, plus starting the epic process of unpacking in the new apartment... you know the drill.

nevertheless, i continue to experience everything in my mind as a possible future blog post, which is just my way of saying that i've missed you all very much.

as i'm writing this, i'm not in what will become my customary writing position, because, among the things that have gone missing during the move are the screws that hold the desk together. we unfortunately don't …

the soundtrack for packing

music is a really great motivator [among many other things], and while packing for a move, which is at least 40% winnowing out garbage in advance of a move, there are some things that can motivate more than others. i'm not sure what those are for most people, but for me, there are a couple of general rules:

1. tracks have to be upbeat, both in rhythm and in atmosphere. i love troum and cranioclast, but they are not what i turn to when i need to get moving. likewise, i enjoy scott walker, but more in a "let's have a glass of wine and despair of the future" sort of setting. clearly, that would be a mistake.

2. they have to have a regular flow. that's tied to rhythm once again, but it also means that the music can't get too far into experimental fields. that's the sort of thing that's going to capture my attention, which means that my attention won't be on putting stuff in bags and boxes. that music will have its time, later, when we're settled …

making faces :: bestquiat

i understand that there has been some controversy over urban decay's collaboration with the estate of artist jean-michel basquiat. and i sympathise with those; the space for art to flourish before it gets co-opted by the mainstream and turned into product grows ever smaller, and, while it was basquiat's estate that apparently approach urban decay about the project, it's always uncomfortable when you're mixing mass-produced commercial products with an artist's work. [doubly so in this case, since the artist is deceased and has no say in the matter.] and there is always the question of how much these high-profile commercial exercises do to enhance the profile of the artist, as opposed to cheapening their name through the association. i'm reminded of oprah winfrey's push to popularise toni morrison, as noble as it was, to an audience of people who were unaccustomed to reading that sort of literature. [if you're going to try to scale the mountain of "s…

the last boy scout?

i gave myself the morning and part of the afternoon off work today [what's the fun being the boss if you can't make the rules?] in order to watch former fbi director james comey testify before the senate intelligence committee, because i knew i wasn't going to be able to live with myself if i didn't see every gory detail. and, indeed, the man did not disappoint. i've heard a few people mewling about how he didn't say anything new, which isn't correct, but more importantly, it isn't important. comey's entire statement was circulated to the media yesterday and they happily read it in all its luridly detailed glory. lawrence o'donnell read sections of it on his show last night in a tone so lascivious it was almost obscene [but which perfectly captured an undercurrent to his interactions with trump that will be familiar to many women.] the bottom line is that james comey made sure that we all knew the facts of what he was going to say before he sai…