Archive for November, 2008

PCP and Pole Dancing: A Portland Evening

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

The Portland Cello Project had a free concert tonight at the John Ross building. The small crowd in the small space had sold out in 4 hours.
While I was there, I got a message from Jen. She invited me to the Lucky Devil Lounge. Her classmates were giving pole dancing recitals. After the PCP concert, I headed to the east side of the Ross Island Bridge and saw the red sign. It looked like what it was: a strip club. The parking lot was full so I had to drive into the industrial area to park, adding to the experience. I parked next to a dairy, fully aware of the irony.
Today a friend send me an email with a quote from a play that focused on being “Gay-Ready,” ready to undergo the scrutiny of gay taste at any moment. No ‘just running to the store.’ Gay-Ready means put together at all times. As I was driving to the Lucky Devil, it occurred to me that I had a gay-ready shirt on. In fact, it’s an out-and out gay shirt. Luckily, I had a fairly plain t-shirt on and my jacket was invisible. As I thought about getting “Straight-Ready,” it occurred to me that I might have a baseball cap in the car. I did. Perfect.
Being straight-ready means blending in, thus eluding the scrutiny of straight people.
Without gay shame or self-judgment about wearing a hat indoors, I went in the club and quickly found Jen. A recital means the women’s bits are covered. It’s more about technique, which involves being sexy and/or slutty, demonstrating flexibility, clonking tall plastic shoes together, flinging hair, and using upper body strength to keep one’s self from falling. (It could be argued that flinging hair and clonking shoes is sexy and/or slutty, and therefore redundant.)
During recitals clothes can come off, but the bits stay covered. Recital night has a crowd wild with other female classmates and teachers screaming and throwing money. Boyfriends and other guys rounded out the crowd. Lucky Devil Lounge was out of tri-tip, the only thing on the menu that looked appealing. The whole thing is so weird.

Letter to the International Court of Justice

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

As the Bush regime comes to an end, the outrage I’ve felt during the reign inspired me to write this letter to the the International Court of Justice in the Hauge

As a citizen of the United States, I invite you to investigate George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, John Ashcroft and other members of the outgoing US federal government for war crimes. The United States is not above the law, and should be accountable to the world.
Thank you,
John E. Brennan

My Apple Nightmare: A Personal Note

Monday, November 3rd, 2008

A while back, when it looked like my switch to a Mac was going to be a nightmare, and not the bliss filled love fest I somehow thought it would be, I started my Switching to a Mac blog, mostly to serve as my accessible memory with a timeline for all the cases and issues. Just to say it: I couldn’t keep these records on my computers, because they have been so fritzy. Online was a much better solution.

Today was the best and worst of days with the whole situation.

Background, if you don’t care to read a summary of the details, my 24″ iMac died on Friday, Halloween, after never really working the way I thought it should. I spent 9 months on the phone with Apple. (Yes, it feels like 9 months, but I did hang up to shower occasionally.) While on the phone Friday with the highest level Apple technical support, the iMac finally gave up the ghost. The hard drive failed. I’d been telling them, “It’s the hard drive.” since at least July. They replaced my machine yesterday, using data from a 3-week old TimeMachine backup (since I took one step they suggested, I hadn’t been able to both keep my legacy TimeMachine backup and begin a new TimeMachine backup. I chose to keep my data.) This morning, I discovered that most of my email was missing.
I called the Apple store that supposedly restored my data. I was livid and enraged, but managing to hold it together. The guy I spoke with said something that tipped me over the edge. I let go with a primal, unedited, authentic, “I’m so angry” that I think they heard it at the Post Office. I also flailed, ripping the headset out of my phone. I am sorry the guy had to hear it.
I let it rip from an uncensored place and the world did not fall apart. While what I expressed today is not something I want to express often, it’s not something I want to spend a lifetime suppressing either.