14 March 2011
…I just had to write this email to my poor friend Matt:
Until Saturday I was double booked on Monday. I then rearranged one Monday to the Tuesday. Then I realised I’d double booked Tuesday. So I rearranged Tuesday to Thursday. Since then Monday cancelled and I moved Tuesday to Monday but Tuesday had actually been tripple booked originally. So Monday is now Monday. Tuesday 1 is Tuesday. Tuesday 2 is Thursday. Wednesday is Wednesday and Friday I am going home. All of which means I had actually double booked you on Thursday so can we meet another time instead… maybe next Thursday?
25 August 2010
I was pointed to an amazing moralising Christian article by a Facebook friend recently. I’m not going to make any judgment on the diary piece in the Newyorker magazine it refers to. But I will copy one incredibly written but fabulously tangental paragraph from it.
“Why do we allow ourselves to be raped repeatededly [SIC] by the homosexual media? Who are they to invade our lives? They lure our teens and 20-somethings off into darkness with nasty promises. They violate the conscience of millions of Californians with activitst judges. They taunt the vulnerable even on our tv sets, adding subversive messages to every child’s show, from Glee to True Blood. And they are not finished yet. Once they grab the young generation from the real world, they are not even close to being finished. Who could describe or truly know what our Malthusian future holds? For now, they destroy our values with each stomp of their damp, musky sneakers on after-hours disco floors, crushing our very souls as harsh lights illuminate their flourescent Charlie Brown t-shirts and cocaine-pale faces and even then they find new frenzies, rubbing harder and harder into each other, aspiring to the perfect veneral opprobrium to all the hopes and dreams that people like Sarah Palin represent”.
I have a number of problems with this. I won’t go in to them all but
- since when has True Blood been a child’s show?
- was the Judge in California really activist? Or just implementing the law?
- what are these hopes and dreams Sarah Palin represents?
It’s a wonderful piece of prose but the implication that the homosexual media lures people is plain wrong. You can’t be told to be gay. And where I lose all respect for the writer is the implication that homosexuals are all disco dancing drug fueled sex-maniacs. By all means – from your point of view – criticise 28, male, Williamsburg, gay [who wrote the Newyorker diary] but sweeping generalisations and aggressive assertions do nothing to sell your point of view to an intelligent reader. More importantly, though – how far off of the original point of view is this? And why say that Williamsburg is “stone’s throw away” from Ground Zero when that stone would have to be thrown over three miles, if not only to exaggerate outrage? This is moralising at tangents.
There’s a lot wrong with the gay scene. Attitude’s issues issue, and the Observer report on it, prove that clearly. But surely it would be far more constructive to seek to change that, to provide alternatives, to help the disproportionately large proportion of gays who suffer problems of mental health.
The fact that “the result of living as a stigmatised minority is that you self-medicate” with drug and sex addictions proves how much damage articles like ChristWire’s do. If that’s your point of view surely it’s better to do something proactive than moralising and making sweeping judgments.
13 July 2010
So the German football team is a “bunch of gays”. Although I’m not sure who the “experts” that “estimate that around 10 per cent of all Bundesliga professionals are gay” are (experts in gayness? football? gay football?) it would not be surprising if the team which as been “celebrated for being the youngest in 76 years and more ethnically diverse than any team in Germany football history” had a few gays in there too.
Football – perhaps sport in general – is an area where being gay is still a tabboo. Just look at how few gay athletes were at the Beijing Olympics. It’s one of the reasons the Gay Games still exists – that and a lot of the gay teams that enter are perhaps not up to the caliber of more professional teams – this year, ironically in Cologne, Germany. I wonder if any of the German football team will turn up? I also wonder if Britain can do any better at making London 2012 athletes feel comfortable coming out? Wouldn’t that be a wonderful legacy to leave sport?
5 June 2010
The Gulf oil spill is a disaster. Environmentally, economically – at least for BP – and socially, for those whose lives are affected. For those of us in the UK who can’t quite comprehend the scale of this disaster this map (from 1st June) is a good comparator (click on image for full size view).
Sarah Palin, Hockey Mum of Alaska, knows exactly where the blame lies. Firstly does she not trust BP, because it’s a foreign company (it’s obviously the fault of those devious Brits!). Now she’s blaming environmentalists. Oh, no, sorry – extreme environmentalists.
Perhaps she hasn’t noticed the non Deepwater disasters in countries that – although some way from the USA – provide 40% of it’s crude oil imports? And she seems to be ignoring the fact that those environmentalists concerned with the environment are not just worried about the land that’s dug up (although sometimes that land is worth worrying about). But will America change it’s oil consumption obsession? Will we, in the UK? The only way to drive this forward is by looking at the issue as a whole – looking at the environmental agenda as a whole – and the impact of, not just spills, accidents, disasters, but oil use on the economy and on society. We fight wars over it. It socially excludes people – not just the cost of petrol to drive to and from work, but the cost implications for food, for example. We need to look at our use of fuel (again, as a whole – the need to travel, local sustainability) not just the source of our fuel (which is essential to look at).
1 June 2010
Two new videos have caught my attention this week. I recently linked to the Scissor Sisters teaser track, Invisible Light, and haven’t been able to stop singing it since. It’s a brilliant track, made all the better by Sir Ian McKellen’s spoken section talking of “Babylon, where mortal diamonds tower”, a place where “whores, gladiators and party children all wake from their slumber”.
But this isn’t the first track to be released as a single. That honour goes to Fire With Fire, the video for which was released this week. Loving it (can’t wait to see them in three weeks time).
The new Kylie video for All The Lovers has also just been released. Although not quite as excited as my friend Gari, I’m loving the video. Although the sexualness of the video reminded me of a news story I also heard about today. As you watch the video (white inflatable elephant and all) and see all of Kylie’s lovers writhe about beneath her, boy-girl, girl-girl, boy-boy, spare a thought for the number of indirect lovers that would amount to… Sex & The City’s four girls [indirectly, at least] had 115 MILLION partners between them. Play safe guys.
23 May 2010
As I type, with some difficulty, I’m swinging back and forth on a hammock on the balcony of my new flat. I guess the annoying thing is the fact that the sunlight streams in at about 3.30-5.30pm. It’s amazing. I love it. Sadly, it’s also while I’m sat in an office with a north facing window. I’d love to be out in the sun. Maybe it can be arranged.
The last few days of brilliant warmth and sunshine have been amazing. I don’t understand how anyone could fail to be affected by the miserable weather that permeates our British lives so often. As soon as the sun comes out I change as a person.
With a balcony that catches the sunlight not only have I planted a small herb garden, there’s also salad on my balcony. Although I’ve realised that growing salad from scratch isn’t always so easy. As lovely as freshly cut salad is it doesn’t have the same tenderness as the prepared babyleaf salads. Still, I’m sure I’ll learn how to grow leaves and love the fact – in time – that what I am eating had been growing seconds before. Albeit on my balcony. Albeit next to a main road. Albeit I have really very little idea what I am doing.
28 April 2010
…once wearing odd shoes on a date. They were both the same colour, but very very different to each other. And I didn’t realise until a couple of hours in.
Can’t be that bad though, maybe it’s a good trick to learn. After all, over five years later we’re still together…