Continuing the Answers

More answers to more questions! As usual, most questions end up coming from Roger, which is fine because he comes up with good questions. Here’s another:

What do you think will happen with issues involving US gay rights in the next three to five years: gay marriage; Don’t Ask, Don’t tell; the Defense of Marriage Act?

I’m not sure I can predict so small a timeframe, but the long-range trend with respect to homosexuality is clear: acceptance is growing, and it’s going to keep right on growing. There’s very little doubt in my mind that gay marriage is going to come to pass, as will allowing gays to serve in the military without having to hide the fact that they’re gay. It’s coming; it can’t be stopped.

And that’s a good thing.

I remember when I was a kid I had the standard homophobia that I suppose you’ll find in any young kid growing up in a small town; one of the harshest insults with which you could strike another kid in your class was to call him “gay”, “faggot”, or “fairy”. (I have to admit here, though, that when I first heard “fairy” used as a synonym for “gay”, I was dumb enough to think that the word was “ferry”. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me what a passenger boat for taking people across a body of water had to do with sexual orientation, but I went with it because I wanted to fit in. Sometimes I wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box.) I don’t remember when I came to the realization that homosexuality isn’t wrong at all, but I did. And thank heavens for that.

So, the specifics of how it all might unfold? I have no idea. There will likely be more setbacks, such as more crap like Prop 8 in California. It’s going to be a struggle, but I’m convinced that it’s a struggle the gays are going to win.

A couple of questions come from one of my Flickr contacts, Artist of Life, who posts wonderfully quirky and evocative photos (many self-portraits) that relate to various issues of life she grapples with. She can be serious and whimsical and is one of my favorite people on Teh Interweb. Her questions:

Has reading a book ever changed your life? Which one and why, if yes?

Oh, many! Most books, in fact, change my life in some way or other, I suspect. Each one alters the trajectory of what I plan to read in the future. If I find myself loving a book by an author who’s new to me, there’s that. Or if I’m reading a book that I’m finding I deeply love — then I am likely to read something in a completely different genre next, because anything in the same genre might well pale in comparison.

But I think what my friend is asking is for those books that really shifted things in my head, the books that made real, permanent marks on my soul. Here, we’re talking about some very special books indeed. A partial list:

The Lord of the Rings, Tolkien (Well, yeah!)

The Prydain Chronicles, Alexander (Before Tolkien, actually. My first foray into epic fantasy.)

2001: A Space Odyssey, Clarke (The first true SF book that I remember reading. I didn’t get all of it, but it was endlessly fascinating to me.)

Cosmos, Sagan (I didn’t really understand much of this book at all when I got it when I was nine, but I read it all the way through in college, at long last — and it rocked my world. In fact, I’m due for a re-read.)

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Pirsig (Not sure how I feel about it now, but this book fueled a lot of my thought processes in college.)

Macbeth, Shakespeare (when I first realized that the Bard was not boring!)

On Writing, King. (Still the best book on writing I’ve read yet.)

What were you doing the last time you really had a good laugh?

I’m lucky in that I tend to laugh a lot! I laughed earlier tonight because I got to annoy The Daughter by working titles of songs from The Phantom of the Opera into conversation. (It’s her favorite movie now, and she listens to the music constantly. So it bugs her when I say things like, “I’d like you to do the dishes and sweep the kitchen floor. That’s all I ask of you!” Then she yells at me, so I say, “Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to offend. Did I cross the point of no return?” Torturing one’s kid is one of life’s finest pleasures. I understand so much of my own father’s shenanigans nowadays!)

There’s a video on YouTube right now that made me laugh a lot. It’s about a young girl and her infatuation with SF writer Ray Bradbury. You can watch it here. Warning: it is not safe for work, and it includes a very dirty word right in its title! But yes, it made me laugh and laugh hard.

I also laugh when The Wife forwards me particularly interesting LOLCat photos, which are usually ones that look disturbingly like one of our own cats. Such as this one, which I’m almost convinced actually is Lester.

Finally: How many pairs of Over-Alls do you own? 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 You did say ANYTHING 🙂

Yup, that I did! And I’m kind of surprised that in all the times I’ve done Ask Me Anything!, this question has never been asked. And the answer is…well, it’ll sound weird, but then, I suppose that bridge is already crossed, innit? So, here’s a rundown…oh boy….

Dickies, stonewashed blue: 4
Dickies, regular blue: 2
Dickies, Hickory stripe: 3
Dickies, black: 2

Vintage Lee, blue: 2
Vintage Lee, hickory stripe: 1

Gap, blue: 3
Gap, brown: 1

Old Navy, blue: 3

Key, blue: 1
Key, Hickory stripe: 1

And that’s not all…there are a few more whose brand names I don’t recall or which I don’t count because they don’t currently fit very well (yup, time to start losing weight again). Maybe it’s a little less weird if I call it a “collection”, though. Hey, you name it, somebody out there is collecting it, right?

In terms of expense, most of these I bought cheaply on eBay, which is mostly a matter of luck and timing. The blue vintage Lee ones (this pair, and one just like it only a little darker blue) was a very surprising find; by some miracle I was the only bidder in the single auction for both of them and ended up paying less than twenty bucks total for both. That was pretty shocking; believe it or not, vintage overalls can fetch surprisingly high prices. I’ve seen some auctions that set their starting bid at $349.99! That is crazy. As much as I love my overalls, there’s no way I’d pay that much for a single pair!

OK, more answers to come. There aren’t too many questions left!

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More answers….

Continuing the answering from Ask Me Anything! August 2010, with a few queries from Roger:

TIME magazine put on its cover recently a picture of a young woman with her nose cut off, presumably by the Taliban. Appropriate or not to put on a national magazine? Is it advocacy journalism?

I can’t really say if putting such a photo on the cover is advocacy journalism or not, but it’s definitely highly provocative. I think the question of “advocacy” would hinge on whatever slant exists, if any, in the article corresponding to that cover image.

As for being appropriate to a national magazine, I’m even less sure. It’s certainly a disturbing image, but having just searched it out online (I found it here), I must say that it’s not the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen on a magazine cover. But…well, I have a hard time with it being on the cover of one of the most prominent magazines in the country. It just seems…a little much to me. Putting the image in the magazine? Fine. On the cover? That does seem a bit exploitative to me.

Who is going to be in, and win (pick one or both) the next World Series and/or the next Super Bowl?

Not the Pirates or the Bills!

I don’t pay enough attention to baseball anymore to really be able to make any kind of confident prediction there. As for the Super Bowl, well, I’m not ready to make my annual prediction yet (I do this the week before the regular season starts), but right now, Indianapolis and Green Bay seem like good bets to me.

Who will be President of the United States in 2013?

Barack Obama.

More answers to come!

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Tales I Cannot Believe

This can’t be true. No city can possibly be this stupid.

It goes like this: Philadelphia is, like just about every city out there, having money problems. Philly has bloggers. Philly gets the idea that since any blog can have ad space, whether the blog actually has ad space or not and whether the blog actually makes money via ads or not, the blog is a potential revenue stream. And therefore, Philly has decided that blog owners have to pony up to buy a business license to operate their blogs.

Unbelievable. Totally unbelievable. This has got to be a joke, right?

Right?

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Sentential Links #218

Linkage! Getcher linkage here!

:: High Speed Rail is not only really cool – something supporters should certainly capitalize on – it’s also an extension of the greatness of America’s rail history. The railroad was a huge driver in our emerging economy, connecting a vast geographical distance and allowing commerce to flourish. High-speed rail will be a driving force in our future economy, and a necessary component of that economy. Unless, of course, it turns out that we actually do have an infinite supply of oil.

:: I should be painting kitchen cabinets and measuring counter tops to get quotes on replacing them. But I’ve been watching butterflies.

:: I’m going through relationship issues right now. A very good and solid friend is changing and I feel betrayed. The support I have always counted on isn’t there as much. I try to put on a good face and act as though things are the same, but deep down, I know they’re not. This relationship has been one of the longest and best relationships in my life. Yes, it has caused me grief, but those times were usually caused by my own stupid actions or the crazy actions of someone else… until now… now it’s the other that is changing and I’m having a hard time going along with it. It was something I never thought would be asked of me. It was one of those areas where I confidently checked off “insecurity in this area does not pertain to you”. (New blog to me, huzzah! She did the Things I’ve Done list that I did the other day.)

:: What’s worse than vicious pirates? Walking dead vicious pirates. (Another new blog to me, huzzah!)

:: I have a weak ness for insane peo ple who live their insan ity pub licly, and try to dress it up as some thing else. True (and doubt less retold) story: I first heard Rush Lim baugh months before he broke out nation ally; our local talk sta tion was run by the two cheap est peo ple in the world, and they were among the very first to take a chance on this new talker. I lis tened for five min utes and said, “This is a fat guy who can not score with chicks.” For Dr. Laura, I said, “Sounds like some­one is still chasing daddy’s approval, and the fact daddy is dead and buried isn’t going to stop her.”

:: I do enjoy Branson but I have one complaint about it. The main tourist area is not pedestrian friendly at all. In fact, you might say it’s downright pedestrian hateful. (My in-laws were kicking around an all-the-family type of meet-up in Branson a few years back, which we would have attended, had not pancreatic cancer derailed those plans and, eventually, my mother-in-law’s life entirely.)

:: Ha ha! It’s funny because Funky can’t feel joy, due to his crippling emotional problems. (I swear, Funky Winkerbean has gone so far into despair and emotional distress that it’s close to passing all the way through the region of “unintentionally funny” right into “He’s gotta be joking with this stuff”. On the one hand, we have Funky’s bitter reaction to everything after he’s survived a bad car wreck; on the other, we have a server at the pizza place dragging the Iraq vet with some pretty bad PTSD issues to, of all places, a county fair. Which reminds me: the strip has pretty much forgotten about Les’s love triangle, involving two women who are trying to fill the void in his heart left behind by the wife that Cancer took away from him! I tell you, Funky Winkerbean is wild, wacky stuff!)

:: In brief, here’s my history with Star Wars fandom. (I really wish I could read someone’s postings about Star Wars anywhere out there on the Interweb anymore without one of the first posts in the comments thread mentioning that Red Letter Media guy. Seriously, folks: f*** the Red Letter Media guy.)

More next week.

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Obtaining the Unobtainable

The Wife and I watched Avatar the other day. My reaction to the film is still pretty much what it was: I liked it as a well-made, beautiful-to-look-at SF adventure flick. Nothing earth-shattering from the story standpoint, but just an extremely well-crafted popcorn movie. And you know what? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, and in truth, I’m even kind of OK with the film’s Best Picture nomination, since William Goldman has long noted that adventure films and comedies are the hardest movies to get right, and yet, those are the kinds of films that get snubbed left and right at Oscar-time.

I do want to note one thing, though. I remember lots of reviews either lightly making fun of James Cameron, or ripping him outright, for his naming the elusive mineral the mining company in the movie is looking for unobtainium. Well, a few weeks ago I was reading David Brin’s Startide Rising (which I ended up bouncing off and stopping in the middle, despite the book’s somewhat classic status), and I found this passage on page 93:

None of the other moons in the Kthsemenee had the one attribute this one possessed: a core of almost one percent unobtainium. [Emphasis added]

Well, lookee there. Cameron just used a term that David Brin used in a highly-regarded novel years before. What a yutz!

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How dumb are we?

Here are two Google Maps shots of Lower Manhattan:

In the course of all the idiotic folderol regarding the “mosque” that’s proposed for Lower Manhattan — which the idiots refer to as the “Mosque at Ground Zero”, because well, it’s close enough to being that even though it’s not really a mosque and it’s not really at Ground Zero — I’ve been reminded by the saner voices out there that there are millions of Muslims who are actually American citizens, and that there are thousands of those very American Muslims who live and work in New York City, and that some of those folks were unlucky enough to die on 9-11-01 too, no matter how much the Sarah Palins of the world like to think that only white Christian blood was spilled that day.

It also occurred to me, therefore, that if there are Muslims working in lower Manhattan, those Muslims probably need places to pray. Maybe there’s something already there! So I checked Google, and sure enough, there is.

That first Google Maps image up there? That’s the proposed location of the Islamic Cultural Center on Park Place. Now, note the two blocks’ worth of giant buildings between that location and the World Trade Center site. It’s not on Ground Zero, is it? Nope. In fact, if you’re worshiping there and you duck out the front door for a cigarette, you won’t even be able to see the WTC site from there.

The second Maps image? That’s the location of Masjid Manhattan, an Islamic center that’s been located in Lower Manhattan since — wait for it! — 1970. And it’s just two blocks farther away from Ground Zero than the proposed Islamic Cultural Center! So, while we’re demonizing the people who want to build a new center, shouldn’t we be consistent and demand the immediate closure of the old one? Or is Murray Street, between Park Place and Warren Street, the boundary line below which every inch of Lower Manhattan is “hallowed ground” (which really means, “Only Christians need apply”)? (Although, according to the Masjid Manhattan website, they’re looking for a new location themselves, so maybe we’re just figuring that they’ll go away all on their own.)

Anyway, my point is this: there has been a place for Muslims to congregate in Lower Manhattan, within a thousand feet of the World Trade Center site, since the same year the WTC opened for business. “Hallowed ground”, my ass — what’s at work here is bigotry, pure and simple, whether it’s “No Muslims allowed!” or “Well, we’re used to the ones already here, but we don’t want no new Muslims hangin’ about raisin’ trouble.”

Here’s Jon Stewart on this topic:

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I especially like the parallels Stewart draws to the Charlton Heston NRA speech.

UPDATE: Oh, holy crap. I can’t believe this country sometimes, I really can’t. The anti-mosque folks had themselves a rally and harassed some black guy who wandered through the crowd because…well, I guess it’s because you can’t really tell blacks from Muslims. They all look alike, don’t they?

We keep pushing the Bar of Crazy down so far, I think it should be popping out of the ground in China by now.

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Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: There was a hoax last week regarding KFC, which claimed that the makers of the “Double Down” sandwich, which substitutes fried chicken breasts for the bun, had come up with a sandwich that actually did use a bun — with the main sandwich ingredient being Original Recipe chicken skins.

Well, it seems that someone was a bit disappointed that this was a hoax, so they took matters into their own hands and made their own KFC “Skinwich”.

I love these people. It’s this kind of thinking that’s going to end the recession once and for all, folks!

:: I’ll bet you all never thought you’d feel sorry for a common, annoying housefly. Well, you will when you watch this video. You can almost see the flies thinking, “Oh God I am so f***ed….”

:: It’s always weird when this happens: I write about something from years ago, a movie or a book or something, and then within weeks I find out something new and weird about it. Case in point: the movie Krull. It seems that way back in 1983, the studio behind Krull was willing to try some interesting publicity stunts, like inviting a bunch of couples to a movie theater to have Krull-themed weddings. Before the movie even opened.

Sadly, the article doesn’t include any thoughts from actual Krull-wedding participants. I’d love to know the same things the writer would like to know. (The writer certainly seems unfairly down on Krull as a movie, though. I, for one, think it would be really cool to have one of the Glaives from the movie!)

:: Note to my readers in the Beaverton, OR area or anyone planning to visit: Beware the buttocks grabber! Via Steven Den Beste, who seems a bit defensive about this. Hmmmmm.

More next week!

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

To the planet Neptune, that is — the very-distant gas giant, eighth planet from the Sun (and possibly the last planet from the Sun, depending on whether or not you abide by the pinheaded decision to demote Pluto to less-than-a-planet status), is about to complete its first orbit since it was visually discovered.

In 1846.

So, set your calendars for July 12, 2011 — Neptune’s New Year’s Day!

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Gregg, you ignorant slut

I can’t stop reading Gregg Easterbrook’s Tuesday Morning Quarterback column, even though he invariably says something in each installment that is so staggeringly full of crap that I end up wondering if he throws it in there just to see how many people tell him how full of crap he is. In the first regular installment of his 2010 season of columns, he weighs in on a topic that I have for years found amazing for its ability to turn seemingly rational people into Geysers O’Crap. That topic is, of course, former Vice President Al Gore.

Here’s Easterbrook:

Deciding to divorce, Al and Tipper Gore released — via e-mail — a statement calling the split a “mutually supportive decision that we have made together.” Dear, I am supporting you by leaving you. Now Al can fulfill his furtive desire to listen to rap music with dirty lyrics, while Tipper has her revenge by leaving the engine running on her SUV. My advice to couples hoping for a long marriage: Don’t make out on national television. These two did, at the Democratic National Convention in 2000, and look where it got them.

In retrospect, could that nationally televised kiss have been more evidence that everything about Al Gore is phony? When Sandra Bullock and Scarlett Johansson played tongue hockey at the MTV Movie Awards, their mega-smooch was obviously done for publicity; they didn’t claim to be in love. Al, on the other hand, wanted us to believe his feelings for Tipper were genuine.

That’s a lot of crap in two paragraphs, innit? First Easterbrook seems to believe that Al left Tipper, even though there’s nothing to support that; maybe Easterbrook is unaware that couples really do make mutual decisions to divorce. But it’s the second paragraph that is pretty amazingly creepy. Easterbrook is stating outright that since they’re divorcing now, in 2010, then by Golly, Al could never have actually loved his wife. Especially not ten years ago.

Easterbrook’s faulty assumptions here run a pretty impressive gamut, don’t they? He thinks he’s qualified to pass comment on the emotional lives of two people I can only assume he doesn’t know very well, and he seems to be assuming that a marriage that ends in divorce can never have been a marriage based on love at all. Married people might love each other now but divorce in the future? To Easterbrook, this is unthinkable. Heck, don’t tell him that some couples that divorce actually still love one another and divorce because of other emotional complexities; I don’t think Easterbrook could wrap his head around that concept. Do Al and Tipper Gore still love each other, in spite of their separation? Have they loved each other all along and are now separated for complex reasons? Or have they never really loved each other at all? I have no idea, because I don’t know either one of them. But Gregg Easterbrook has seen all he needs to see in order to divine the workings of Al Gore’s emotional life.

What the heck is it about Al Gore that turns people into raving idiots? I’ve been wondering this for years.

Every NFL season, Easterbrook keeps an eye out for the worst play of the season thus far committed by an NFL team. This year, I’m doing the same thing — but I’ll be tracking the stupidest thing said by Gregg Easterbrook thus far this season. Can he get dumber than this? We’ll see!

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Something for Thursday

In memory of Bill Roosa’s passing, here is one of the best marches we ever played under his baton in high school. It’s the Washington Grays March, written by Claudio Grafulla. (Ignore the Union Jack in the video. It’s an American march, dating from the early years of the Civil War.)

Here’s another piece we played, the Post Horn Galop for band and a bugle-like instrument called the Post Horn. We had a special soloist with us for this particular concert, but I don’t remember his name for the life of me.

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