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No I really don't want
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Thursday, July 31, 2003  
Chicagoans, did you see this? Today's Red Streak front cover featured the following graphic over a black background:

[picture of the president with his index and middle fingers of each hand on his temples]

VERY Funny...



12:24 PM

Wednesday, July 30, 2003  
Everybody IS working for the weekend.
3:37 PM


I thought we already had a law like this and that it was called the Defense of Marriage Act

11:40 AM

Tuesday, July 29, 2003  
Two interesting, if somewhat schizophrenic (at least when you put them together) news stories (The second one is an NYTimes, so you'll need to log in).

3:49 PM

Monday, July 28, 2003  
I was going to put a link to this story up earlier, which I read on Drudge, but my new blog friend beat me to it (yes, I feel like a 14-year old girl, too...and I kinda like it (HAHA!)).
2:31 PM

A quick, several point update on the weekend:

- What is up with the weather? When I woke up at noon on Sunday it looked like 8 AM on a winter morning.

- I walk into Jimmy's on Saturday night and my friend Diana, who is an extra in HOMEBODY/KABUL at Steppenwolf, gives me a big hug and says, "Oh my God there's this guy in my show that I totally want to hook you up with." And now that's what I want to hear from someone, everywhere I go. At work in the mornings. When I walk into a store. And so on.

- Bob Hope is dead at 100.

- This story almost made me cry when I realized that the soldier who died was younger than I was.

- On Saturday night I ran into a girl that was on the train When The Guy Jumped Off. Randomly. I got up from my table and she was there, across the restaurant.

9:43 AM

Friday, July 25, 2003  
Anyone remember Rick Santorum, junior Senator from Pennsylvania?

Sure you do. That's what I thought.

Well, I have a friend who works for the Republicans (don't start that, now. I am an Equal Opportunity Friend. Sort of. Anyway, Republicans are still allowed to Be My Friend). Shortly before I went to DC two weeks ago, the GOP and the Dems (the Congresspeople themselves, not the staff) had a softball game in the Maryland suburbs. Businesses from around DC printed up little baseball cards for each of the players.

My friend got her hands on one of the Distinguished Gentleman from Pennsylvania's baseball cards. And found another one. And is sending it. To me. Oh. Yes.

3:23 PM

It's another linky day. NEVER should go out and drink pitchers when you have to be at work at 9 in the morning (actually, I'm not really hungover, just TIRED AS HELL). NEVER should go to bed at 2:30 when you have to get up at 7.

David Brooks, U of C alum and author of BOBOS IN PARADISE, named an Op-Ed columnist for NYTimes.

ALDaily put a link up today from this quarter's Granta about celebrating Passover in Baghdad. It's a really interesting article.

Opposition to gay marriage declining

Yesterday I also went to see the performance for the drama camp that I ran for two years. A whole bunch of the kids were actually happy to see me. It was very cute. I miss them!

9:56 AM

Thursday, July 24, 2003  
Aaron pointed me in the direction of In Passing, a blog that features posts of overheard conversations. Given my voyeuristic tendencies, I LOVE it. My favorite one so far:

"It says, 'Apply rhinestones while polish is still tacky.'"
"Great, that's fantastic, that means you can apply them any time you want. C'mon, let's go."
--Two girls talking in front of a nail polish display at Walgreens

3:38 PM

This is totally not supposed to be funny, nor is it, but I chuckled when I saw it anyway because I am evil.

This was only a matter of time.

11:12 AM

Wednesday, July 23, 2003  
Today I discovered him. Hi there. Thank you for being a fan.

And also this about stereotyping on America's new favorite television show. And I'm like, yeah, I understand, you're right, but it's FUN! Have FUN! (This last one via Jonno.)

4:25 PM

I FINALLY got a chance to watch The Queer Eye for the Straight Guy last night.


It's the gayest ad on television.

But it was fabulous, and I do agree with Toby that Kyan is probably the most fuckable.

Cheers queers!

10:21 AM

Tuesday, July 22, 2003  
Okay, here comes that big post I've been promising. And it's going to be big, because I'm at work and shouldn't be blogging, but this cannot wait.

First, Friendster is the biggest and coolest and most affirming procrastination tool ever. I don't know how I'm going to go back to school in the fall. Or rather, I don't know how I'm going to get any work done in the fall. Every time I open it up, it tells me that I have friends, and it tells me how many I have. Every time I look at one of my friend's pages, it tells me "insert-name-here is your friend."

I had a good weekend, but here's the best thing that happened to me all weekend, and the best thing about this best thing is that it does not involve drinking, sex, or cigarettes. I was on my way to fellow intern Sarah's apartment up north to watch Sex and the City (what else? Well, now there is Boy Meets Boy and The Queer Eye) with her and other-fellow-intern Chaz on Sunday. I was on the Red Line. We pulled out of the 47th St. Station and we were about 50 ft. north of the station house when this guy jumps up from his seat, yelling something like, "Oh SHIT!" and sprints to the platform-side car door. We're inching forward, slowly picking up speed, and he pulls the emergency car-door/train-stop rope. The train stops and the door opens and he JUMPS off the train, onto the open track, and runs back towards the station platform. I ripped off my headphones and stare, and the four other people in the car and I sort of look at each other like, "What the fuck?" The train beeps and the CTAvoice comes over the speaker and says that we're experiencing a delay but will be moving shortly. Meanwhile, the door is still open. A CTA worker climbs into the train and asks the four of us in the car, "Did that guy REALLY just jump off the train?" We all sort of nod our heads, he shakes his, closes the door, and moves off to the front to tell the operator. We start moving again and I make the rest of the trip up to Wellington in peace.

Work has been going relatively well. It is hard to have a connection to the program because all of the preparation we're doing is for shows that will happen after I'm gone. And what I like to do - sit in production meetings and haggle, solve problems, talk to people, bring artists down to earth, get down and dirty - can't really happen right now because there aren't any programs going on. So everyone is in the middle of doing a lot preparation work, and a lot of organization, and it can all be kind of menial for everyone, interns and staff members, alike. And the director of my department isn't exactly the most communicative person. But it is interesting to be here because this is definitely NOT a theater environment. Watching how the performances have to fit within the framework of the museum is very interesting. I also really, really like the other interns that I work with (even though they are all female and older - grad students - the museum staff is like 50% gay men but there are only four male interns and I think I'm the only gay one).

I also miss my jobs at the university, strangely enough. I think it's because I fit very comfortably into the roles of all three, and at least with Admissions and University Theater, I am allowed to meld my role as I see fit, and as the circumstances demand.

I think, though, that it's GOOD that working here is so unlike anywhere else - because that means it's a learning experience.

Summer is definitely introspection time because I don't have to worry about school. And, since most of my friends are working on the summer Shakespeare show, that is all they can talk about, so I have a lot of time to think (and read - I've read a lot). It doesn't help when you listen to early, bitter Liz Phair and she sings "I can feel it in my bones/I'm gonna spend my whole life alone." Actually, last night I told Heidi and Mel that everyone's probably always going to be lonely, because even when we're dating someone or around people who know us best, there's still some kind of inexorable distance.

Benjamin Biolay, my hot-French-singer, was definitely a good buy. And he's married to the daughter of Catherine Deneuve and Marcello Mastroianni, Chiara Mastroianni.

My wisdom teeth are set to be removed on August 8. My mother is taking out her worries by trying to allay my own, which are negligible at best. I'm mostly annoyed because it's going to cramp my social schedule. I really should have had it done four or five years ago. After I got my braces out, the orthodontist back in Florida kept saying that eventually I'd need to get them removed. He even gave me a referral once, which my parents decided I would take care of since I was "old enough." My method of taking care of it was to put the referral aside and let it get buried underneath a pile of homework so that, oops, I totally forgot about it. I knew enough about what they did to you to know that I didn't want it done. When my sister had hers out over this most recent Christmas/Winter holiday, my opinions (and fears) were confirmed. I've had a lot of oral surgery, ranging from mild tooth-pulling to cutting-into-my-gums-to-remove-teeth-that-haven't-come-in tooth pulling, and I've had surgical operations before, and I don't want to do it unless I have to. Now I have to. And Heidi's going to take care of me.

I am going to visit my friend Molly in Tucson, Arizona, from August 26 to September 2. I am excited about this because a) I am going to visit my friend Molly; b) I am going to the Southwest, a part of the country I still haven't seen; and 3) I love to travel, especially alone. I like to fly. I like to sit at airports, by myself, and watch families and businessmen. I like to think about what it might be like to fly with someone else - something I haven't done since I moved to Chicago. I like the feeling of transiency. I like to sit on my back porch and watch the planes fly east from Midway and think, "That plane is taking people SOMEWHERE. Somewhere else than where they are." And I like to come back here, back home.

My friend Sara is friends with one of her coworkers, who has a friend that he went to school with....and this friend works for the Republicans and just came out. I sent Sara a list of all the books that I read when I was coming out, and the ones since then that have been helpful. I just finished Kirk Read's How I Learned to Snap, which describes itself as a "Coming-of-Age, Coming-Out Memoir."

Today I have a date with my laundry after work. Underneath my very bowling-league grey-purple shirt, I am wearing a t-shirt that says, "Don't assume I'm straight!" that I got from my friend Kara three years ago. There's a big upside-down triangle in pink on it, and you can see it through my bowlerman shirt.

Last night I went to Showtunes with everyone (at least it felt like it). I walked in and, oh, there's my ex-boyfriend, who I've seen approximately four times since we broke up more than two years ago. And those four times spanned maybe thirty minutes total. So it was a little awkward. But it was actually good to see him. He's like married to some forty-year old lawyer and they have a house now. Very cute. Very NOT me, though.

I crashed at Heidi's last night because I'd brought a change of clothes with me. After showering at her place I put on my queershirt and went down to Julius Meinl on Addison and Southport (yuppie ground zero) to get coffee. I definitely got some looks.

My new favorite game: going to Nordstrom, to the ladies scarf department, and trying on hideous frou-frou-glittery hats and scarves. Especially when there are people actually buying said accessories nearby.

The Effortless Dietrich Glamour

Yesterday I bought the latest Granta. It's called "Life's Like That."

Two new favorite weblogs:
Art is for Losers and
Quanic (this one via Agendabender)

This was not me. Well, it couldn't have been me, because it's in San Francisco. But I understand.

No more Ass Pinching

All the (gay) news that's fit to print!

That's all for now.

11:27 AM

Friday, July 18, 2003  
I finished Pride and Prejudice today. I was reading the part when Darcy and Bingley came over and took Elizabeth and Jane out for a walk and Elizabeth FINALLY made Darcy talk to her about what had been going on between them for the past couple of months as I was taking the train into work today. I about fell apart in raptures.

And I had my oral surgery consultation today - he wants to take all four out. Fun times! But, Vicadin, too.

5:41 PM

I owe y'all a long post about what's going on, how I'm feeling, and where I've been. It's hard - even though my workload is a workload, I still have time to email friends from my desk, but I don't quite have time to upload a massive-ass post on "Hey, here's what I've been doing with my life for the past four weeks." Which is what I want to do.

Suffice it to say I love summer time.

11:48 AM

Thursday, July 17, 2003  
More amazing animals in New York.

The John Malkovich party was SO ridiculous.

12:32 PM

Wednesday, July 16, 2003  
I am still at the museum, wearing a "sharp" new outfit I bought at Banana during my lunch break, about to go downstairs and work a party in honor of John Malkovich, who is, ladies and gentlemen, IN THE BUILDING.

It's basically a big ad that Audi's sponsoring. He's one of the eight people they've identified who "never follow." Others include k.d. lang, Daniel Liebskind, and the founder of B.E.T.

But he's here. And I look hot. And I get to work the party.

I have no idea what I'm doing, yet, because no one's told me.

6:32 PM

Tuesday, July 15, 2003  
It appears likely that I will need to have my lower left wisdom tooth removed, which has been hurting me for a few days.


Oh well, I'll just have to suck it up and deal.

3:14 PM

Monday, July 14, 2003  
I'll try and post a longer entry about my trip later this week. Suffice it to say that, while it was good, one of my wisdom teeth started acting up and...damn it hurts.

In the meantime, check this out

3:21 PM

Friday, July 11, 2003  
I am blogging directly from DC.

I'm sitting at Sara's desk. I went to DuPont circle earlier and bought a book.

2:49 PM

Tuesday, July 08, 2003  
I have joined Friendster. The world may now end.
9:11 PM

Heard on Chicago Public Radio this morning: the July Fourth weekend storms provided the City of Chicago with the worst tree damage it's seen in 30 years, with Washington Park (just west of my neighborhood) receiving the worst damage in losing 218 trees.
9:53 AM

Monday, July 07, 2003  
Why Starbucks wants to shake up iced coffee, I'll never know.
11:28 AM

An interesting article about academic superstars.

I love, love, love, the Hideout.

And I'm going to DC this weekend.

10:59 AM

Saturday, July 05, 2003  
I saw Charlie's Angles: Full Throttle last night - it was superfun and I'm now in love with another man.
1:21 PM

Thursday, July 03, 2003  
Coffee Snobs Unite!
10:04 AM

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