I decided to see how many days my mother can go without mentioning how much money i'm costing her. So far her record is zero. zero days. I thought I might start counting conversations, except its hard to figure out what counts as a conversation when so few words pass between us ( Read more... )

I'm in a funny mood today: vaguely anti-social, vaguely lonely.  I described it as contentedly bored, but as the rainy day mozeyed on, the contendedness seems to have morphed into a sort of edgyness.  If I weren't so lonely, I'd be really glad that there's no one around for me to snap at.

The week has been good.  I wateched Kerry's speech with my ( Read more... )

Today is Tisha B'Av, the ninth day in the month of Av, which is close enough to August.  Its a minor mourning day in jewish culture.  One of those days that blurs the already indistinct boundries between religion, superstition, and cooincidence.  It is the commemoration fo the destruction of the first & second temples, the explusion of the jews ( Read more... )

There's not much doing in my office.  We're waiting for invitations to come for a big event in the hamptons, and in the mean time we're getting punchy and silly.

So here's what transpired:

Eddie, one of my fellow campaign workers, goes into the congressional office (as we very often do) and took some water and a pretzel.  Lisa, a congressional ( Read more... )

( Though we share no bloodline, she was a sister before the letters delta and psi held any meaning at all. )

So, this assistant field manager position I was supposed to have on the campaign. It doesn't exist. I don't have it ( Read more... )

I heard the most amazing quote today.

Sen. Corzine (D-NJ) was quoted in Roll Call (a non-partison newspaper on capital hill) as saying "Sharing a media market with Chuck Schumer is like sharing a banana with a monkey. Take a little bite of it, and he will throw his own feces at you."

I love this field.

today this man (shown hitting):


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I spent the weekend on the other side of the looking glass. Everything seems the same but all the places were different and the people were different. From one set of back-yard tiki-torches to another one, smaller, with just-slightly-different faces pearing out from just-slightly different stories ( Read more... )

it is 10:07am on Sunday the 27th. Ask me where I am--or rather, ask me where i'm not. Answer:I'm not on a train to New York to see the pride parade. "why?" you might ask. Answer:because I don't want to go alone, and despite haing more queer/queerish friends than I can shake a fag at, NONE of them is going to the parade. (note the verb ( Read more... )