We're in a traffic jam on the upper East Side on the way to LaGuardia for the flight home. Along side our cab, sometimes ahead a few car lengths, sometimes behind, is a blue Nissan pick-up. It has Connecticut plates, a handicap hangtag drooped from the mirror, and two occupants, a man with a bushy gray beard wearing a orange knit cap, and a woman ( Read more... )

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"She's 41 and her daddy still calls her baby
All the people around Brownsville thinks she's crazy..."
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We got tickets to see Letterman next Wednesday. This has me way amped. As if going to New York didn't have me amped enough already.

Very busy itinerary, including catching the Christo in Central Park after we arrive, dinner with badfaggot tomorrow night, museum hopping and general wandering about on Saturday, Blossom Dearie on Sunday, two (two!) oral ( Read more... )

So Rick and my trip to New York for spring break (Feb. 25-March 3) is now complicated by the fact that our friend Jan will be out of the country, leaving us now scrambling for where to stay. I've been scouting hotel.com and nyc.com and even some craigslist.com options. Whatever the case, we'll be coughing up the bucks. We'd originally planned on ( Read more... )

As if such self-consciousness is a motivator or something, I noticed that I haven't written too many entries on Tuesday. In the semester just begun, it's mainly because the early part of the week my "free" time is consumed with readings: this week about Brazilian travistis and about silences inherent in western production of history. None of the ( Read more... )

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One of my tasks working at the Flint Public Library was to scan the Washington Post everyday to update a directory of world officials. In the process, I came to love the paper, especially TV critic Tom Shales. What I appreciated most about Shales was how beautifully he could pay tribute to the people truly deserving of tribute. His obituary ( Read more... )

At some point last night I found myself calculating backward, figuring how many years had passed since I experienced the dread of Ronald Reagan's first inauguration in a classroom at Flint Central High my junior year of high school. It was twenty-four years ago. And thinking that the old soft-spoken Gipper wasn't able to do as much damage as we ( Read more... )

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Judith Butler makes me head hurt. OK, I know what she's saying about Paris Is Burning has immense import, that she's much revered amongst the theory set, and that I need to have some grasp of what she's articulating about gender and performance and what not, but she still makes me head hurt. Achey like. Throbbing so as I have to tug at my ( Read more... )

All of a sudden on Tuesday the breaks on my drat Sunfire start to give. I've been planning all week to take the car in for its overdue oil change on Friday, but the break troubles prompted me to move it up a day. Rick has been pleased by this place called Speedy off Washtenaw by the KFC, but this meant getting it in there when it opened at 8:00 ( Read more... )

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Gotta get breakfast and catch my flight. It's been a great conference, much more satisfying and rejuvinating than I ever expected, thanks mostly to all the great queer historians.

More later...