http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifHa Ha....Sucks for You
So the resolution passed.And now we wait for a full house vote. As expected Bush and Rice are shitting in their pants, Turkey is whining and pissed off, and I could not be happier. I don't know if this speaks to the sly smarminess or the sheer stupidity of our president, but he labels the event as: historic mass killings. Hello? That is what a genocide is. The logical part of me understand the political machinations at work here and why this is still an issue. However, the human part of me thinks the whole denial is ridiculous. No one had a problem being up in arms when the denials of the Jewish Holocaust were pouring out in waves. Granted the Jewish population is ten times that of the Armenian and the American Jewish presence was/is a lot more prevalent than the Armenian. I hope this keeps pushing forward and the Armenian Genocide finally gets the recognition it deserves.
Bush and Rice Should Suck It
The Armenian Resolution So I have been following a series of articles about the House resolution calling for the recognition of the mass Armenian killings in Turkey at the turn of the century as a genocide. Any literate moron who reads about the history and see the pictures would know it was a genocide and not some by-product of the WWI, as the Turkish government claims. Mind you, their original claims for the denial of the naming was because the Armenians had it coming because they were trouble-makers. But good 'ol Bush and his house slave Rice lobbied against the resolution on the grounds that it would destroy the important political relationship with Turkey which is necessary for the war on terrorism. Mind you the real reason is what it is always about: money and gas. The terrorism scapegoat is become such a hackneyed excuse and the fact that 100 years later they still will not call it a genocide pisses me off beyond imagination. Wat makes it worse is that WHILE it was happening, both in the early stages in the late 1890s and during the 1920s, the American press called it a genocide. In fact, that was when the term first came into use in regards to mass killings. They sent aid, reporters, ambassadors, negotiators. Everything pointed to it being a genocide. Oh the heads turn when all of a sudden the US refuses to say that is what it was. Why Turkey wants to still deny it is pointless when everyone else knows better, including several European countries who have publicly criticized the denial. Once again, Bush just does nothing but to further the coloring of the US as a bunch of ethnocentric morons. I am just so livid right now.
Seven Random Garden Facts...and more
My apologies to Sara for taking so long to get this up. I have no excuse really. But before I get to the random facts... Things are hectic, but good. Although, I have put writing to the backburner right now, I am working on several projects that are keeping me busy. Proofing for Kensington is a tremendous help to my income and I like the work. It's easy for me. And I get paid essentially for reading. I consider it free classes in writing too...good or bad. I got another gig writing resumes and cover letters. It is amazing how much people will pay to have someone else do it for them. Oh well, good for me. LOL Again, I find this easy work and fun to do. It feeds into my anal retentive organization skills and love of formatting. It also feeds into my font addiction. Getting ready to launch an awesome site with 6 other friends. Not sure where it will go, but I do know it has a lot going for it. Claudia Black....I love her. She's amazing. She was a guest on SG-1 and I instantly fell in love with her. GIVE HER MORE WORK! FINALLY catching up on all the missed SG-1 episodes. On season 9 right now and while I am not looking forward to having the whole thing end because I love the series and the actors the episodes got a little weird from the 6th season on. Not sure what was going on other than actor salary disputes, but it looks like people were scattered. I think they should have ended with season 8 because the whole Ori thing seems like old news-new package. I am curious to see how the whole show ends. Richard Dean Anderson leaving is, or rather, was, a bad sign (like Michael Shanks). Starting on SG-Atlantis, which I hope is better. I do love the series despite all the weirdness. And now....the facts: 1) Having grown up in a desert country, it was not easy to foster a green thumb. But I loved the idea of growing things and would always plant little seeds in wet cotton. Thanks mom! 2) I have always longed for a little garden of my own, but do not think I have the thumb for it like my fore bearers. Every time I try, it ends miserably. Like the time I was thrilled at my from-seed oregano and basil that died mercilessly after I cut some off to cook with. It was sad. The next day, all the stems were blackended and withered. 3) I firmly support organically grown everything. I just wish I did not mean cost is higher. It's odd, we pay more for losing ingredients. Being healthy comes at a price it would seem. 4) I love cooking with fresh and not dried. I think it adds more flavor. And it's fun. Except for the time I froze some purple basil and it died on me. Badly. 5) Fresh rosemary is one of my fave garden scents. Especially the crop from my Aunt's garden. She is the one with the green thumb, planting anything and everything and making it all grow. I envy her ability. 6) I think there is nothing more human than working with and in nature. It reminds me of what our humanity really is divorced of circuits and wires. I think people who disregard the importance of nature are fools who will realize only too late the effect of screwing and raping nature. 7) I say all this fully admitting that I cannot STAND soil under my fingernails.
What in the hell is up with this weather??? This is summer? It was like 58 yesterday and like 60 something today. And we are back to the 90s by Saturday. And people say there is no global warming. Pshaw, I say. Pshaw. In other news, there is no other news. I have nothing new to offer.
So I forced myself to stay up until 2 am this morning finishing the last Harry Potter book. I forced myself not to read at my usual speed so I could prolong the ending (re-read book 6 in two days) and so I could enjoy every moment. It was definitely sad. I enjoy books. I love losing myself in them. And I found myself on edge and loving it throughout this one. Of course, when the book first came out, I would have NOTHING to do with it. I refused to read a children's book until Sara told me I was missing out. I devoured the four released books in about a month and became part of the manic fold. I even went the midnight release parties for books 5 and 6. I did not go to the one for this book preferring to avoid the insanity of a NY book party. So....yeah...I admit it. I am a fan and I love the books. They may not be the highest form of literature, but they do what literature is supposed to do: Tell a story and move us. Now...how they turn this final book into a movie should be interesting. It is a bloodbath and by far darker than any of the other books.
I signed into Blogger and got to the post page and realized I don't really have anything to say. The summer is slow and hot. I can't seem to get myself out of the bedroom, but at least I have managed to start writing again. Finished three short stories in about four days and now I edit and rewrite like any good writer. If these sell to magazines (please....someone) then I can use that to get representation and build the other short stories for a collection. I think that is the route I want to go. I would rather my sophomore pub be a novel instead of falling under the dreaded second novel curse (knowing fully well that there will be a second novel no matter where the first one comes in). The jobs are steadily holding for now although I know the shoe will drop at any moment and am desperately trying to find other work to do before I have to start selling off more personal belongings. I have nothing politically or socially savvy to say (altho some would say I never had to begin with to which I say...eff you). Have a lovely week. Stay cool. Feed a pigeon.
Bush commutes Libby's prison sentence - CNN.comI don't get this. Good Ol' Dub is truly turning out to be the stupidest and worst president of the U.S. beyond even what I could imagine. Just when you think a politician could not sink any lower, he has found levels in a swamp bog that not even a mummified caveman could reach. He commuted Libby's sentence?!?!?! And is my use of multiple punctuation marks a reflection of surprise or disgust? He claims he was under great pressure to pardon Libby. Who the hell pressures the leader of the free world to commute a scumbag's sentence???? That time it was surprise. This is just one more instance of the severe disruption and corruption of the so-called democratic ideal of this country. I mean just when you think Bush can't screw the country or its image up anymore he manages to outdo himself. I feel bad for whoever ends up taking the office after this eight-year farrago. They have a slew of political vomit to clean out of the carpets. On an unrelated noted, I finally got off my ass and started watching Tony's Nip/Tuck seasons. It is what one does when they sequester themselves in their bedroom for an undetermined amount of time. I have always been curious about the show and have burned through the first two seasons in four days. What a deranged and demented series...I love it. It is completely ridiculous and I find myself astonished after each episode wondering why I am still watching the next one at 3 in the morning....but the damned thing is good. It is twisted in all those socially reflective ways but also ridiculous in all those "this can't possibly be how people act" ways. And then you read about Libby being commuted and you realize nothing on a show like Nip/Tuck could top the depravity of the Bush administration. As Sara would say, it is as this point that HomeSec (sorry, I know you hate the term) would mark me as a national threat and tag me for migratory purposes.
So I have essentially become a recluse in my own apartment. I think I left my place in the last four days for a total of an hour, and I am being generous. I can't seem to motivate myself to get out and do anything. Even writing seems like such a daunting task for me. I did get one bite and sent in the additional requested pages, but I am sure that will take time. I have some really great ideas brewing, but I need to move past whatever this is so I can get back to writing. The other pursuits are fine It is testing my patience, but I need to stop and assert myself to myself every once in a while (read: day) before I lose my mind. I guess I feel like I have something to prove. Does not help that I don't seem to have support from everyone back home. I swear, I leave and expect my name to be kept out of pithy gossiped conversations and I have to keep hearing about it. It should not bother me that some people seem to think I am not going to "make it" - whatever that means - up here, but it does. That just fuels me some more. The best revenge is success. And why should I have to waste emotional energy when life and karma are enough to take care of any naysayer and muckraker. Had a visit from a good friend last week and even though we both tried to let go and have fun, we are both burdened with things that just did not allow us to just have as much fun as we could. I am down to on job now, as Lit2Go ends this week (no more funding). And I do not think I am going to get a full load of classes next semester due to all the student complaints I received. Apparently, failing students for plagiarizing and following college approved and mandated course policies (which pisses off students who don't follow directions) flags me as a problem. I don't quite understand the logic behind it although I recognize the postmodernistic corporatization of the post-secondary education system behind it all. Cogs in machines. Trying to find a new job was not something I was looking forward to doing as it is not easy to do at all. Too overqualified. Not qualified enough. Too ethnic. Not ethnic enough. Life sucks. But we soldier on. I have nothing of any rhetorical importance to say as I have been out of touch with the world. Hoping to get my citizenship in the next two months. Owe the IRS a shitload of money because UT did not take out enough taxes. Debt still not paid off. Mamma said there'd be days like this....she wasn't just whistling Dixie. I figure all this emotional upheaval and stress will either get so bad that my head will pop or the dam will explode and my creative juices will spew forth all over the page. Ew... You know what I mean.
And, no, I am not talking about the white fluffy things that could take off your head with one swipe. I refer to polar opposites. There I go trying to be witty again... Few people know that I enjoy watching sports of certain kinds. The assumption that I am in theatre from some reason precludes any additional interests when the fact is that I grew up a jock playing multiple sports and watched a lot of it on TV (mostly wrestling and soccer). Aside from the Olympics, there are few sports I watch in the US. I find football boring and tennis repetitive (and all the grunts make me uneasy). However, last year I discovered a great little reality show that got me hooked onto Ultimate Fighting. I know, the shock first of all that I watch a show called Ultimate Fighter and second that it is on Spike TV. But it reminds me of watching wrestling as a kid and screaming over ring luminaries such as Andre the Giant (how thrilled was I to see him in Princess Bride?), the British Bulldogs, old school Hulk Hogan, and the Japanese guy who always threw stuff into people's eyes. I literally scream at the tv: KILL HIM!! Take him down!!! Aw, come ON!. Yes....I do. And I enjoy every minute of it. On the complete opposite end is the same fervor I felt watching Gillian Murphy and Ethan Steifel in ABT's The Sleeping Beauty - my first official ballet performance viewing in NY. I bought some $24 standing room only tickets and stood in the back of the third level. I tried to find creative ways to rest on the bar so I could see the whole stage. I felt like a dance hall girl from Sweet Charity. Those ushers at the met are bastards too as I tried sitting down on the steps and was shooshed off. I dare not try to take one of the empty seats for fear they may flay me. Broadway ushers, while spikey at times, are so much friendlier. Anyway, the ballet, one of the longest in ballet repertory, was great...and long. I did not get out until 11. But Murphy and Steifel are in-fucking-credible. I wanted to catch it again tonight with another cast of faves, but fell asleep. That is ok as there are plenty other shows coming up where I can see them, including one of my faves, Manon. I am telling you, ballet and opera folk know how to rape audiences for money. Same shows, different casts so you have to come back to see the ones you like. Seats on the mezz (Grand Parterre as they call it) that run $168 (I will never complain about Bway tickets again). They have it cornered I tell ya. Of course, all the money they are obviously making and I still don't understand why dancers are the last paid of artists and do more work. It reminded me of seeing Swan Lake with Sara oh so many years ago at the $ C's conference in Colorado. We were supposed to be networking and schmoozing and went to the ballet instead. It was my first dance show ever and I absolutley fell in love with the art form and that specific ballet. I don't think anything beats it in terms of classical rep. Aside from all this, I THINK I got a bite for my book. A small agency requested more pages so I am hoping this leads somewhere. In the meantime, I have this other idea that has been floating around in my head and screaming to get out, so I should get started on that. Theatre stuff is going fine (go to the other site :). Feel a sense of anxiety and forboding but I am sure it will pass.
Ok, so I have everything set to do what I want it to do on the new site with the exception of two things: 1) This odd lack of capitalization after the first post (which does not happen in Firefox). 2) The opacity of my side menu which is affecting my content as well and should not be. Still trying to fix things....until then....back wo work I go.
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The *almost* daily musings, gripes, and happenstances
in the life of a 26-year-old performer, choreographer, socio-pop-cultural
enthusiast with a bent for theology and making people tilt their
heads and go "Hmm." Sometimes funny, sometimes sanguine,
sometimes melancholic, but always with something to say in the absence
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