|lynyrd skynyrd : free bird|
I'm so friggin unbelievably excited and happy right now. In a couple hours, I'm leaving to go see Sheena for a couple days, then we are coming back to Portland for Rania's birthday. The past month has been really hard, and I can't believe we actually have gone a month without seeing each other, and talking on the phone for a few minutes a day, here and there. Fortunately we only have 2 more weeks until moving home, so when the weekend's over, I only have a few more days without her until we move back into our apartment, and then my summer is pretty much over. I can't really say I'm upset about it, I've deffinately gotten a ton of rest and spent lot's of time with my family and rania. Even though I've been hanging out with rania & co. alot, it's been kind of sucky since everyone is having romantic summer flings and i'm constantly the 5th wheel wherever I go. But oh well, it just makes it that much better when I finally get to see my boo. Le sigh... I am so in love.
I'm moving the day after next, and I don't expect to be back all summer. Once again, all my shit is in trash bags and milk crates. My emotions are pretty scattered right now. I feel:
excited to be with my fam and do fun things with my sister everyday
bummed that i didn't get to do fun things with all my friends here (ahem... nicole)
a little scared that i'm in two potential unemployed situations, when i get to maine and when i move back to ny
irritated that i don't have enough time to paint the apt. before i leave, i wanted to do some nice ralph lauren shit, but good ol' home depot drywall primer will have to do
gleeful that i had my last day at the crappy hoisery company today.
and umm... random graphic design question for anyone out there.
i did a logo for a friend who needed one for her friends company, but its a startup kind of thing and they don't really know what they're going to use it for and how they're gonna use it yet. i'm not charging cause this girl's bought me countless rounds of drinks, and it just feels wrong. so anyways, if i'm just handing over the files to her from my mac, to her pc, what kind of files should i use? (tiffs, eps, pdf)??? - anyone?
Tennessee state police have issued a State wide amber alert. There is a missing child named Andrea Montoya. She went missing at 2:45pm yesterday. and she was last seen in Gatlinburg at the river terris hotel in the laundry room wearing a purple coat and grey jogging pants. She is 3 ft tall and weighs 96 lbs. She is originally from florida and is here on vacation with her grandma and mother. A white jeep cherokee with florida sunshine license plate was seen circling the area.
Please Repost this...as Amber Alert
She was kidnapped just yesterday. it will take 5 seconds to repost.. What if someone sees this that knows something and a grandma and mother get their kid back. how great would that be? so please just take 5 seconds out of your day...
YOU'D DO IT IF IT WAS YOUR KID
SO DO IT FOR THIS KID
... i hate this shit, fucking sick fucks.
i love living in astoria cause i get to have bakalva and greek coffee for breakfast.
summer vacation in 35 hours and counting... or you know, after i write my 10 page research paper.
a korean lesbian rapper...gah?http://www.myspace.com/skimmusic
Don't Quote Me: Caught Red-Handed
, Contributing Writer
May 16, 2007
"My sons were greatly disturbed by viewing this material and this matter has caused many sleepless nights in our house."
— Bentonville, Ark., resident Earl Adams in an email to Mayor Bob McCaslin describing the turmoil that occurred after his two young sons found a copy of The Whole Lesbian Sex Book in the public library.
No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
…That's why I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so …
— "Turning Japanese" by the Vapors
When I was 12 or 13, I kept a copy of Playboy hidden in my cellar. My best friend back then had swiped it from his father's hiding place in his own garage and then given it to me, a girl, for safekeeping. We'd look at it a lot, both of us hoping silently that the day we'd see a sexy naked woman of the three-dimensional variety would come sooner, rather than later.
If there was a disturbing aspect to learning about the mature female body in a damp cellar, it wasn't a result of seeing Miss January on all fours, but rather the mold that grew on her curves over time. By May, all the really good parts of her were covered in a green-black slime. If only we'd thought to hide our contraband in a library.
Since it's doubtful that Bentonville, Ark., resident Earl Adams recently emerged from an alien spacecraft as a fully grown spoilsport, I have to assume that he was once a horny adolescent curious about sex and, like me, willing to take chances to feed that curiosity. It's probably also safe to assume that he would not have wanted the details of his inquisitiveness fed to the media. I know I wouldn't have. Yet that's exactly the position in which he put his two young sons, Kyle and Ryan.
Earlier this year, Adams' sons, ages 14 and 16, found a copy of The Whole Lesbian Sex Book at the public library while browsing for books on military academies. Hoo-ah! For those reading this who can't remember the feeling of excitement attached to such a discovery, consider how you might feel today if you found $50,000 in airport just as you're about to board a plane to Vegas. Jackpot!
But Dad didn't see it that way. In his view, a public library is no place for his boys to acquire accurate information about a topic they are justifiably interested in: sex. So he sent an email to Bentonville Library director Cindy Suter expressing his anger. "This book contains very graphic illustrations that should not be accessible to our children," he wrote on Jan. 26.
Clearly, Adams hasn't spent much time in a public library — a centrally located, purposely convenient and extremely appropriate home for lots of books that contain graphic illustrations of people having sex with their graphically illustrated sex organs. The Joy of Sex, The New Joy of Sex, More Joy of Sex and The Joy of Mature Sex can be found there, as well as two books that were perhaps written with Adams in mind — The Complete Idiot's Guide to Amazing Sex and Sex for Christians.
Why a book on lesbian sex was filed in the military section of the library is, officially, unknown. "All of our books are shelved according to the Dewey classification," Suter told the Bentonville Daily Record on April 20. "We didn't alter that in any way." Unofficially, however, it's suspected that the filer was not a dyslexic librarian, but a very clever boy with itchy little sausage fingers, perhaps named Adams.
Whether the boys stumbled upon the book in all its precise glory, or found it in its proper place and took it to the military section, hardly matters. The scam (one probably as old as sex itself) — hide something in plain sight and it'll never be found — worked like a charm. Kudos must go out to the kid who realized what I never did: Every teen deserves a dry, quiet place to come — of age, that is — and discover the things his parents won't or can't talk to him about.
The Adams boys are very lucky and now very enlightened victims of their own adolescence — not, as their father believes, of an "immoral social agenda." Adams' outrage over his sons' exposure to "graphic illustrations" is troubling given that he has no issue with his sons viewing graphic images of war, and that he supports their interest in the armed forces at time when the current administration is using the military to support an immoral agenda of its own. But what's more disturbing is that Adams' reaction to their find goes far beyond that of most parents when faced with a similar situation.
After contacting Suter, Adams' furthered his shameless invasion of his sons' privacy by writing a letter to the mayor of Bentonville, Bob McCaslin. The. Mayor. "My sons were greatly disturbed by viewing this material," he wrote, "and this matter has caused many sleepless nights in our house."
Unfortunately for the boys, they found Newman's book of positions before discovering West Point's secret position on girl-on-girl action: Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and for God's Sake Don't Let Your Uptight Father Find Out You Know More About Lesbians Than He Does!
Adams' overstated fears and very public whining exhibit a selfishness that, in the face of his sons' natural eagerness to become men, is appalling. Instead of acknowledging his kids' curiosity privately while admiring their intelligence to seek out accurate information instead of taking notes from a locker room wall, it appears that he invented a cockamamie notion that the book thrust them into a state of distress.
Why and under what circumstances the boys told their father about the book, and how they related their feelings about its content to him isn't, as far as I can tell, a matter of public record. But if our own teenage experiences can be an accurate guide, we can be fairly certain of what didn't happen. The boys did not, as Adams wants us to believe, leap from their beds at night, and in a restless state run screaming to their father, "Dad, get these horrifying images out of our heads!" If they did, Adams has an entirely different sexual issue on his hands.
Even if Adams had told his sons that lesbians are Satan's playmates, the idea that boys their age were anything less than euphoric over the book is ludicrous. If they lost sleep, it's probably because they were struggling to retain Newman's images of lesbians and taking turns kicking each other in the head for not tracing a few pages and selling copies to their pimply faced pals in front of Kinko's.
What's most likely is that Adams learned of the boys' exposure to the world of clitorises and G-spots by overhearing them talk incessantly about what they'd seen, or after catching them washing their own sheets — frequently.
Tsk. Tsk. Boys can pee standing up, but girls have all brains.
Whatever the truth behind the blabbing, Adams' priceless words to the mayor were followed by another letter to him on Feb. 16 in which Adams complained that the book is "patently offensive and lacks any artistic, literary or scientific value." He insisted that it be removed and threatened a lawsuit.
As if the boys had seen a framed picture of a dildo during a field trip to Town Hall, the powers-that-be in Bentonville went into action. The issue was taken up by the Library Advisory Board and, on April 3, board members voted unanimously to remove The Whole Lesbian Sex Book and replace it with a similar resource, if possible. If a suitable replacement can't be found, according to Suter, the book will likely go back on the shelf.
Adams didn't like the sound of that, and on April 19 he sent an email to northern Arkansas' The Morning News, in which he wrote, "Any effort to reinstate the book will be met with legal action and protests from the Christian community."
The following day, Adams contacted the Daily Record, writing in yet another email, "For some reason, God placed this burden on me, and I will follow God's plan to preserve a sense of decency in our public libraries."
Did somebody say "God's plan" and "Christian community"?
On cue, Fox News entered the picture on April 27, giving the job of breaking the story nationally not to its legal eagle, the somewhat virile-looking Greta Van Susteren, but to Megyn Kelly, uber-femme blond hottie and co-anchor of Fox News' America's Newsroom.
Kelly, who obviously didn't get the memo that Fox Newsiness is next to Godliness, chuckled after reporting that Adams claimed the book gave his sons "many sleepless nights," and could barely keep a straight face while discussing with guests Adams' decision to file a $20,000 lawsuit against the town of Bentonville for obscenity.
As of this writing, there's been no further word of the suit, but rumor has it that Adams has contacted Ilene Chaiken to express his outrage and his sons' horror over her use of the letter L. "You've taken a perfectly good letter and defiled it!" he wrote in an email to her that he copied to the mayor of Sesame Street.
But there's a silver lining to this story oozing with ridiculousness and brought to national attention for all the wrong reasons, and it's provided by none other than the author of The Whole Lesbian Sex Book, Felice Newman. In an interview with the San Francisco Chronicle on May 3, Newman correctly noted: "If there was one teenaged lesbian or bisexual girl in America who didn't know there was a book about the sexual experiences she so desires, she knows now. Thank you, Fox News."
Thank you, indeed, from the bottom of my heart, and the cellar of my libido.
Kim Ficera is the author of Sex, Lies and Stereotypes: An Unconventional Life Uncensored. Her monthly column at AfterEllen.com, Don't Quote Me, is dedicated to all the folks in and out of Hollywood who talk without thinking or who don't know when to stop talking. Email her at email@example.com.
I have the luxury of enough time to finish this...
2. your boyfriend/girlfriend?:
at yoga class
3. Your hair:
wavy bed head
4. your mother?:
5. your father?:
6. your favorite item:
UNIQLO PAPER No1 FROM TOKYO TO NEW YORK
issue one magazine
7. your dream last night:
something where sheena wasn't there, so i woke up really sad and rolled over and hugged her
8. your favorite drink:
seltzer or fruit punch + berry gatorade
10. the room you are in:
11. your ex:
had raptor sized toenails
12. your fear:
13. what do you want to be in 10 years:
14. who you hung out with last night?:
my boo, tina, local drunks at work
15. what you're not?:
17. one of your wish list items:
diesel antique riding jacket
19. last thing you did?:
20. what you are wearing?:
seafoam green henley, white wife beater, black undies
21. your favorite weather:
hot sunny beach
22. your favorite book:
the cider house rules, even though it takes a year to read
23. The last thing you ate:
24. your life:
25. your mood:
26. your friends:
27. what/who are you thinking about right now?:
chapstick, thai shrimp salad
28. your car:
at mom's house
29. what are you doing at the moment?:
30. your summer:
hot sweaty work
31. your relationship status:
32. what is on your tv?:
33. when is the last time you laughed?:
34. last time you cried?:
when it was really cold out the other day
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed-out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of a rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow thw whole sea's pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
i just spent 2 hours scanning, alighning and photoshopping over the creases of a painting for one of my posters and photoshop was taking a ridiculously long time to do one tiny little thing so i saved my poster and force quit it, and turns out... the fucking thing didn't save. back at square one almost 3 hours later.
|down to the wire
|my wisdom teeth are coming in|
|elliot smith: crocodile cafe seattle|
i have four more days, friday, saturday, sunday, monday.... eeeeeeee!
good thing is i only have 2 projects left (thank god) my magazine is due tomorrow, then i have to turn 9 posters in on monday. then i'll go out and get real drunk and wake up just in time to go to work at 6 on tuesday.
i'm just about done making my official christmas mix cd(s) if anyone wants one (and that means you boston people whose addresses i don't have) send me your address and we can talk. (ps, it comes in a pretty package)
finally just got home from work, i hate how an 8 hour shift turns into 9 hours then 10 hours on and on... i have 9 hours and 25 minutes until my flash project is due. wish me luck.
so i went to h&m with some people from school today. i bought a corset for $15 and i have to say... i deffinitely lost weight.