Sodomite Cowboys

My grandpa sends me spiritual/relgious emails daily full of right-wing propaganda. This particular gem, entitled HOMOS ON THE RANGE, is a follow up to his attacks on Brokeback Mountain.

"A Christian clothing company is riding into the controversy over "Brokeback Mountain," the film about "gay" cowboys in love, by selling a T-shirt featuring Moses, the Ten Commandments, and homosexuals joining ancient Israelites dancing around a Golden Calf idol.
The T-shirt carries the bold slogan, "The Original 10 Commandments, BrokeBack on the Mountain."
It has a Bible reference to Exodus 32:19, which states "... he saw the calf and the dancing: and Moses' anger waxed hot, and he cast the tables out of his hands, and broke them beneath the mount."
"In his anger, Moses BROKE the two tablets of stone that the Ten Commandments were written on while walking BACK down the MOUNTAIN," noted the official release of the Florida-based Second Coming Clothing Co.
"The message is the same now as it was at the time of Moses," said CEO Rick Wade, "that God's covenant is broken with His people, God's heart is broken for His people, and that judgment is coming prior to the return of the Lord, which is soon."
"Our faith in Jesus Christ needs to be taken out of our hearts and worn on the sleeves of our daily walk in life as we witness to others and take an affirmative stand in controversial issues before it is too late," said Wade."

More proof that Christianity is CRAZY!

where is our leader?

I went to an art show tonight for Kim Kirby and Chris and was talking to people about such things as apathy towards politics and our generalized generation. Of course I was chatting about sophisticated topics, it was an art show. Nevertheless, I began to think about the strange group of educated, tech saavy 20 and 30 somethings that I am a part of who have the combined knowledge of politics, science and art to really create a positive movement towards healthy, smart social constructs or at least the beginings of them. We have run so far from our "traditional" parents to make "progress" but we don't remember what we were doing or why anymore, or at least that's how it seems to me.
What I mean is, we know our parents made mistakes but we have not formulated a plan to make the changes necessary, and we're not sure what changes to make. We have the tools, the degrees, and whether we believe it or not, the money. We just don't know what to do with ourselves. We have no confidence and can only spot the negative, rather than come up with a positive alternative as a solution. I'm not condemning anyone, just observing. I'm just curious as to what factors have created this situation and what generation will make the changes so that the environment, health care and education of society are most valued, rather than the big business and its cohorts. I have spoken with older folks who tell me they don't see my generation making a change, that we seem almost asleep. Others say they fear that it will take many generations to really get our society out of it's bad habits. I'm sure there's a formula or socialogical equation for predicting this out there somewhere.
Crisis + economic depression + education + war + growing division between rich and poor = incentive to change
or maybe
pain + suffering on personal level = incentive to look outside yourself and see what is causing it
We have the power and the books and the history - why haven't we started a revolution? What's stopping us from making today what we want it to be? Why are we so paralyzed by our feelings of inadequacy, and where did they come from?
Who will be our leader?

Mia Madonna

Why did Madonna stop being a pervert? Do children really change things that much for people? Or the Kaballah? I remember when I was a little christian squirrel about the age of 9 I prayed that Madonna would "come to know God". She definitely did in a couple of her later videos that involved crosses and cleavage. Now I just miss her kinky, bad self. No one I know likes this song, but I always enjoy the lyrics. I hope my petitions to God didn't hinder her dirty mind and its products.
"Give it up, do as I say
Give it up and let me have my way
I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck
I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to ...
Once you put your hand in the flame
You can never be the same
There's a certain satisfaction
In a little bit of pain
I don't think you know what pain is
I don't think you've gone that way
I could bring you so much pleasure
I'll come to you when you say
I know you want me
I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm not gonna hurt you, just close your eyes"

All Is Full of Love

excerpt from "just before the kiss" by tato laviera
all of this canela
inside your luscious lips,
smooth phrasing me deeeeply,
waking me up on the middle-night,
to change from exclamation mark
into an accent accenting:
canela, mi negra,
canela, triguena,
canela, mulata,
canela, mi prieta
besame,
to taste your
cinnamon
powdered
tongue.

Hello Darlin

Sometimes I get tired of being a young female. 90-95% of the time it's totally cool. I hone my special small person powers to take full advantage of what society has to offer me. But then there are the moments where people make too many assumptions because I look 1)young 2)innocent 3)naive and/or 4)"cute" (a word I thoroughly despise). They either assume that I will be these things or they expect me to show these traits in conversation and behavior.
Ways I distress people with said expectations:
1) dancing (if you know me you understand)
2) talking (see above)
3) dressing
4) existing
I'm not trying to say I'm a badass or a rebel. I'm far from that, lord knows. I'm just amused at how being a small girl plants certain expectations on me. Like I should be quiet, sweet and puritan.
Well fuck that idea. If I were a man, let's say a strong southern man like Conway Twitty, no one would question me when I drank, smoke, cursed, yelled, danced or fucked someone. They would pat me on the back and admire the bulge in my tight pants and my shiny, curling halo.
I don't feel like I look. Or how society interprets my body. Let's put it that way.

Black Sorcerer Christ

This website is fucking awesome. Entitled "Jesus Was Gother Than You", it provides proof that this black angel's soul is perhaps darker than Trent Reznor's. Please visit: HolyGothMaster
The homepage intro says it all...
"No, I'm not religious. And no, I'm not even trying to say that you ought to worship anyone, let alone some poor sod who may or may not have kicked it roughly two thousand years ago.

All I'm trying to say is, with the powers of persuasion, induction, and deduction that I've developed, I can prove to you that Jesus Christ was as goth as fuck."

For Robin

Today was a beautiful day, 70 degrees, sun shining. I went outside for a total of 10 minutes to walk to the gas station and get ciggarettes. I also took a 4 hour nap.
Way to take advantage of a day off, squirrel head.

Whispering Rabbits

If I did a lot of crazy drugs I would really like to hallucinate myself into the cartoons I used to watch. David the Gnome and Rainbow Brite would be badass. I want to ride a fox and live in a tree and also have my own color coordinated sidekick animal.
Things that can be interesting:
a. realizing you may still be somewhat drunk when talking to your students in class
b. finding that you can't remember all of valentines night, but knowing it was most excellent
c. deciding not to have more than 2 drinks during any celebration due to aforementioned things
d. dancing to Journey
e. students trying to convince you that they have an illness preventing them from taking the test
f. phone calls from Italy
g. listening to Fishhat give most hilarious monologues
h. wire sculptures

That's all I've got. I don't like that I make so many references to drinking in my blog because 1) I honestly don't drink that much or that often and 2) I hate sounding like a 19 year old bragging "dude last night I got so wasted"
Nevertheless, alcohol does create some interesting situations that can be amusing/funny/humiliating.
And lastly, if a squirrel dances in the woods but no one witnesses it, did it really happen?

Old Bones

Today when trying to get my students to describe people using Spanish adjectives (which, sorry Ben, do not include "awesome" or "badass") I listed off a group of random names of people I consider famous. When I mentioned David Lynch and Twin Peaks both of the classes just stared blankly back at me. Am I really that old? They didn't know who Bob was. It was really Twighlight Zone.
Notes for the day:
cookies are a great gift (thanks Jenna)
good hats make cold weather bearable
cats like to eat breakfast at 7 am every day
students like to watch teachers pantomime taking a shit
little smokies cooked in barbeque sauce make a great snack
perfume can cause choking/allergic reactions/death to people around you - use it sparingly please
dancing squirrels are a vital part of our ecosystem

Te guio sin vision

Jesus Tato Laviera is coming to give a round table discussion and reading of his poetry on Feb 14! Also presenting is the local author and professor Judith Ortiz Cofer, who is an amazing writer I might add.
I get to be an escort for the visiting poet and playwright as he is blind and in for quite a surprise when he realizes they've set him up to walk around with a rabid squirrel. Here's some info about the event in case you're interested!
"Puerto Rican Experiences: Poetry and Identity.
A talk by Judith Ortiz Cofer and Jesus Tato Laviera
February 14, 2006 at 2:00pm. Tate Center 139
Renowned writer and Professor Judith Ortiz Cofer and visiting poet and playwright Tato Laviera will talk about their work, the creative process and the multiplicity of the Puerto Rican experience.
"Blackness, Veins across continents" Talk and Poetry Recital
February 14, 2006 4:00pm Student Learning Center 150
Jesus Tato Laviera will give a talk on Diaspora and identity, which takes us on a journey through Africa, Europe, the Caribbean, Latin America and ends in the United States. Mr. Laviera's poetry and plays are linguistic and artistic celebrations of Puerto Rican culture, African Caribbean traditions, the fast rhythms of life in New York City, and of life in general. Called by some "the chronicler of life in El Barrio” his poetic language includes influences by popular culture, the oral tradition of Puerto Rico and the Caribbean, the voices spoken and heard in El Barrio, as well as African Caribbean music such as salsa, rumbas, mambos, sones and música jíbara (mountain music)."

Ecstasy

Well, tomorrow are the big master exams. And I'm still studying and stressing a bit, but hoping for the best. The best being questions I can answer in 1 hour 15 minutes time for each.
I am so full of Spanish literature knowledge right now that I'm shitting in Spanish. Let me know if you want the lowdown on Santa Teresa's mysticism or Cabeza de Vaca's demistification. I'm sure I will be overwhelmed with questions from curious friends.
Sudafed, by the way, is amazing. It is like legal speed that makes your sinuses stop plugging up. It does, however, make drinking coffee and smoking ciggarettes a bit more precarious.
P.S. If I hear Bush give one more goddamn speech about the war on terror I'm going to retch. Someone needs to organize a liberation coup with John Kerry as the dark horse who takes over the empire.

El murcielago me ataco!

Last night, while walking up to my apt entrance door, I heard a strange, high-pitched squeaking noise coming from the tree in my yard. I saw a creature flopping around upside down in the branches and after a few seconds realized it was a very large bat. Suddenly, the thing starts flying towards my face with it's wings spread out about 3 feet and so I of course bolted inside. Now I am a bit worried about bat attacks. I have heard two theories today about the incident:
1) it was nosferatu (major professor's idea)
2) it was attracted to my rodent like qualities (jason)
I wish it was batman.

Do you like candy?

Yes I damn well do. And I like riding in cars with strangers.

Aww, look who's happy I said yes.

Promotion of the day:
director - Almodovar
actor - Gael Garcia Bernal
movie - Bad Education

Un bolero para Botero

Fernando Botero
"Born in 1932 in Medellin, Colombia, Botero became interested in painting at an early age. His artistic precocity was evident in an illustrated article he contributed to the Medellin newspaper El Colombiano when he was seventeen. Titled Picasso and the Nonconformity of Art it revealed his avant-garde thinking about modern art. Botero moved to Bogotá in 1951 and held his first one-man exhibition there at the Leo Matiz Gallery. The following year, at the age of twenty, he was awarded a Second Prize at the National Salon in Bogota.
His vision involves the conviction that monumentality is not so much a question of size as it is of proportion. It is a search for the heroic in art, an attribute that Botero first discovered as a student in Florence. Today Fernando Botero divides his time between Paris, New York and Tuscany. His paintings, sculptures, and drawings are exhibited and represented in museum collections throughout the world."

Is it just me or is there a striking resemblance between David Gahan and Eric Bana (of Munich)? Or at least maybe they could be somehow related?
Speaking of my beautiful black angel...
Depeche Mode is rumored to be headlining at Coachella.

Popcorn in my teeth

I saw a fucking fantastic movie last night by the name of Munich. Spielberg really pulled this one off, folks. Highly recommended - I give it 5 acorns. (laugh track sounds)

But seriously it was a really well done film. I haven't had that much fun at the movies in a LONG time. It's 3 hours long but it holds you for all 180 minutes.
Another good thing that happened yesterday is that my professor approved (more or less) my thesis statement and title. I know that may not seem like much, but for me it's a great start. You have no idea how hard that man is to please.
Now I'm going to grade quizzes and come up with a lesson plan of sorts.

Givin a shout out to my uncle Dynell locked up in prison.