vintage

oh, give me a world
where caterpillars smoke
evil queens run with axes
give me a make believe world

tea parties everyday
we're late for one now
let's hop to the next one
in our dream world of fun

voting

It's a sad thing. I don't know nearly as much as I should about this election. Yes, I know it's a very important one, as are all elections, but I am just out of the loop. I know the basics. I know who I dislike and who I will vote for. But I am always thinking I might be missing something in the elections. Am I voting for the wrong one? I know I can't be the only one in this boat. There's so much politics. So much shit everywhere. I've come to the realization that everyone must lie. All I know is, I want to save the polar bears and I don't want a woman in office who always winks.

sit on me!

Oh, those crazy Japs!

日本の庭

There was no sleeping in Saturday morning. The girls woke at an early 8 a.m. and we decided we would head to the Japanese Gardens. We had a little trouble getting there so we found a Starbucks and got our morning fuel. They didn't know how to get to where we needed, for they were worthless at directions.


We arrived to turning leaves of bright yellow. Two rows of them. It looked like a photograph. We made our way up the gravel path to the entrance. Inside was amazing. Picture perfect scenery. Trees of all shapes, colors and sizes - I was in Tree Heaven!


It was one of those places where you couldn't take enough pictures. Inside there were five gardens: The Flat Garden, Strolling Pond Garden, The Tea Garden, Natural Garden, and Sand and Stone Garden. While in the several gardens there were many photo ops - prom pictures, bridge poses and countless more. I'm sure to the other visitors we looked like damn fools.


If/when I make it back to Portland I will definitely come back to visit the Gardens. It was so peaceful. It was the perfect time to go with the leaves changing color and a slight chill in the air.

lots of trees and a waterfall

We returned from Portland today. We celebrated Chelsea's birthday BWAP style. For those who are unaware of what BWAP is, it's Birthday Weekend At Portland. I know what you're thinking, 'At Portland' makes no sense. We originally celebrated Nes' birthday, BWALT - Birthday Weekend At Lake Tahoe, and it made sense to keep 'At.'

Anyways, I digress. The trip got off to a bad start with our flight to Denver being cancled. We ended up driving ourselves to Des Moines, Iowa to make it to Portland that evening. Our connecting flight was at O'Hare. There, we made friends with Paul and Jordan, local residents of Portland. With our flight being delayed we found ourselves in an airport bar with Chelsea yelling "It's my birthday!" to everyone. We boarded the plane, Chelsea saw a penis under Paul's coat lit by the light of his cell phone, and Dennis and I napped.

I will blog individually about our experiences while in Portland. But I will say, it's a very beautiful city filled with lots of what seemed like earthy people, and I liked that. We saw a drag show that had been around for over 30 years, male strippers who were raping the innocent, a China town gas station with locked everything, Chelsea poop every five minutes, and an angry cyclist. My favorites were the Japanese Gardens and The Grotto, both so beautiful.

Our flight home was also a doozy. No one had us down on a flight so we fought with Frontier to find us a way back to Des Moines, where my car was parked. Thank you Frontier Girl who helped us.

Happy Birthday Chelsea, I hope BWAP was everything you'd hoped for.

southern belle

Ashley J Webb - Thank you for being fabulous. She found herself on the Atlanta Journal-Constitution recently and lovely photos are displayed.

I texted her this morning to let her know how fly she is. She told me to come to Atlanta. I fear she might make me stay, working as her competitor in a gay real estate agency - a dream job she has for me.

BEST FIND: "A beautiful black vintage dress for only $18 at Stefan's Vintage Clothing store in Little Five Points. "I loved it when I tried it on but I didn't know if I'd ever find a place to wear it. . . I was about to put it back when the friend I was with made me buy it. God bless her! Besides, it was only $18! What was I thinking? I feel like I'm Audrey Hepburn every time I wear it."

good news

Tori had a great article discussing her play, The Light Princess, her new DVD and an upcoming album!

The rad news about the album is that each song will be tied to its own short film. That makes me excited.

"The National Theatre [with whom she's in talks] has been more open-minded than anyone I could have worked with on Broadway, but everything has to be approved by committee, and I have to tell you that not everyone is aboard my Bösendorfer rocket-ship. They can pull out and this musical may never be staged, but I don't want to be writing for a fuddy-duddy audience."

happy brithday

blow out all your candles dad.

love you.

i kissed a boy

...and I liked it so much that I want to get married! OK, maybe not quite yet! But, I love how the Connecticut Supreme Court ruled that same sex couples can marry. Rock on. This make the third state to rule in favor for gay marriage. California and Massachusetts is also on the wagon. Let's hope all states follow in this path.

palin-tics

This has been floating around for awhile and I think it's cute and alarmingly correct.

babies

This is so Jurassic Park!

If anyone is clueless as to why this is like my favorite childhood film, I shall explain. In Jurassic Park, dinosaurs started reproducing in the wild because their DNA was cloned from that of a frogs. Certain frogs can adapt to harsh changes, such as turning into male and female.

I think that is crazy. Chivalry is dead in the shark world.

really?

I thought I would like Sarah Palin, but she proves to me everyday something is wrong with her. The thought of a beauty queen in the Oval Office sounded nice. But watching her interviews, with her stumbling over her words, makes her seem dim and idiotic.

First off, she thinks homosexuality is a choice. Second, she thinks if a 15 year-old girl is raped by her father, that she should get counselling and not an abortion. Last, she is all for oil drilling and doesn't think global warming is greatly impacted by man.

Sarah, you're supposed to be acting as our mother. Someone to nurture our country back to health. Where's your feminist views? Is it in the oil-polluted waters of Alaska?

it makes sense

Obama is more grounded with your average American -- not somebody like McCain with "12 houses."
"The other guy [McCain] can lose five houses," Rock said.
"I'll go with the guy with one house. The guy with one house is scared about losing his house."

-Chris Rock on Larry King

america's next top model

So today I become a model! Well, today I start taking courses to become one. What is a model anyways? Anyone can be one. Anyone can help move a product, well, maybe not anyone.

Today is also the day I start my eating disorder. I've gotten out of the gym routine for the past few weeks and will getting back into it, which makes me a happy camper. Nes also told me about exercise bulimia. I think it'll work out just fine. Plus, it's a lot healthier than starving myself or making myself throw up. Plus, it keeps my teeth looking pretty.

tasty

If any of you know me, know me, you know that I have a deep-seated love for apple cider. My love takes me down an hour south to Nebrsaka City to visit the Arbor Day Farm's apple orchard in the fall. Today, my love for it took me to Whole Foods. Actually, I just went to whole foods to eat gilato and discovered they had a new flavor, Apple Cider Chadonnay Sorbet! It tastes just like apple cider and I could eat a gallon of it a day! But wait, I have to start being a model this week, so bring on the eating disorder!

trees and a piano

Doug & Mike Starn

With the recent move of Dennis' mother, I have started plans on turning the piano room into the piano/tree room. It makes me one happy lad to be able to do a room with all trees! Yesterday I bought three tree painting's from Brian's sister, Michelle. They are rad. Then, while at dinner last night, Chris, our friend Kelly's boyfriend, said he would be more than happy to do the framing for the paintings. I will post the photos of them when everything is complete. I'm excited what he has in mind for them - he does it all from scratch.

Since we're on the topic of the piano room, my lessons have become non-existent. I enjoy playing the two tori songs I know. When I say play them, I mean I know a few bars of the songs - not the complete piece. I must and will get back into lessons! Maybe the trees will inspire me.

it's back!

After what seemed like forever, Heroes is back! I dork out over this show so bad...you don't even know me!

This season looks really good. I think they keep getting better! We shall see tonight...

ahoy matey

Today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Put on your eye patch, grab some treasure and head out on the open sea.

"They look like pirates from here,"
Boy I've been one for years - just keeping my head.

Tori Amos - Snow Cherries From France

drummer boy

Now this is rad! You can get drum lessons from Matt Chamberlain. The sad thing is you have to be in Seattle.

Sept 13th 2008 Seattle

Hello everyone, i am going to be giving drum Lessons from Sept. 22nd thru Sept 26th at my good friend Donn Bennett's Drum Shop in Seattle. You can call him to set up times at 425-747-6145. MC

from margaret...

This was posted on Margaret Cho's blog in response to her comments over Sarah Palin.

It's funny how "Christians" seem to be the first ones to judge or make comments, doesn't it? I'm guilty of it. I was raised Christian, I can't really say I'm practicing by any means, but I do love Jesus, and that's all that matters to me. Having faith in something matters to me - putting a name on it isn't a high priority, especially since people in the last couple thousand years haven't demonstrated the best Christianity towards each other.

I’m a Christian, you Fuckers
All kinds of Christians are getting mad about my Sarah Palin comments, and it is pissing me off.

First of all – you fucking fake Christians - don’t fucking question my Christianity. I grew up in the church. My grandfather was a minister, who is with God now and talks to me in my dreams from God’s corner office. I am a former Sunday school teacher. I taught the Bible to children and showed them how to love God and invite him into their hearts. I believe in God – but I don’t fear him. God is my best friend. God is my ally. God is my boyfriend. God is my best fag. I am God’s fag hag cuz didn’t you know, God is a big fag. Serious bottom too. Butch in the streets, femme in the sheets. That is my God. God is my biggest fan. God gets me, dude.

God wants us all to just get along. He doesn’t give a shit about the profanity. The bitch fucking invented profanity. He thinks it is hilarious. He just wants you to talk to him, and he doesn’t care what you have to say. He just wants to keep the conversation going. Like Jay-Z, he just wants to love you. He just wants you to be able to make your own decisions. God is all about you and what you need. God is happy that you are gay. God made you fucking gay cuz he thinks it is awesome. God understands if you need to have an abortion. That is why he created abortion, on the 8th day. God accepts. God forgives. God loves all of us, even though some of us might have a problem with each other.

Don’t fucking question my Christianity you fucking idiot assholes. If you continue to have a problem, then talk to God about it, not me, you fucking racist homophobic misogynist fake Christian shitheads. God thinks it is funny that I swear so much. He said I could use his name in vain or whatever. He just wants me to use it. He loves me. So fuck you. And I guess he loves you too. Even though you are fake Christian assholes. If you were truly Christians, you would let gays get married, and send them fucking presents from Bed Bath and Beyond!

If you truly believed in Jesus, you would try to be like him and love us, fags and dykes and feminists all. God bless you, even you. You fucking fuckers.