Andy Rooney is making his last appearance on 60 Minutes this Sunday. Let me say that in the past 20 years of watching 60 Minutes, Andy has consistently been the reason why I change the channel during the final moments of the program.
Trust me when I say I gave him a chance to make me "get it." However, I have never found him funny, clever, insightful, witty, or worth watching. I've even read one of his books in an effort to find his charm.
You've been a lucky fuck Andy. You better thank god almighty that someone high up on the CBS totem pole wanted to see and hear you.
Okay, so a high-riding bitch needed a change of scenery. I know I went vibrant, after not so vibrant, in terms of color scheme. Por favor, pardon the color shock.
Some of this jazz, with acoustic thrown in in her last CD, would have kept Lady Gaga from being banned on the jukeboxes of east village gay bars. After tremendous success go back to your roots.
Six years after 9/11 I had posted my thoughts at the time. Most of what I wrote about still remains part of my memories and thoughts from that day.
However, today I feel a sadness for the fact that more war and hatred grew from that day. I say it is time we truly honor those that lost their lives, by creating more peace and love in the world.
Silly fucking me thinking the passing of Hurricane Irene was all about me. I hope I make amends via bullet points.:
- Lives were lost after Irene's passing. The lost of loved ones is profound. I turn to author Breena Clarke, she was a tutor in my after-school program, because she wrote in River, Cross My Heart:
"Losing a loved one, a family member, is like losing a tooth. After a while, those teeth remaining shift and lean and spread out to split the distance between themselves and the other teeth still left, trying to close up spaces."
- Since I didn't have the distraction of the TV and the Internet, I was visited by the dark shadows that wanted to tell me lies about my life with Marcos.
I prayed and was reminded Marcos showed me he was better than okay, and that he and I were warriors in an unjust time. Yet, Marcos and I shared our moments of bliss.
I had to truly believe I was part of seeing Marcos' transition, to the after-this-life, in order to inform my journey in my life. Marcos gave me a divine kiss.
- Mother Earth is not angry about gay marriage. She is angry about two wars killing thousands of beings, BP spilling tons of oil into the ocean. My good people, know that that damage is still floating and killing as you read this.
- It is amazing we want to control nature, yet nature always wins. Shouldn't we hear her voice and find a way to be in harmony with her.
So, Irene put on quite an impressive show for us in Hamden, CT. She took down a tree that was at least 70 years old. Luckily the house it landed on had minimal damage. She left all sorts of organic debris across my front lawn, and I haven't heard the birds singing in two days.
We are all okay here at home. I still had power throughout the experience, but no cable, phone or Internet service until about 20 minutes ago! I was jonesing people. It wasn't cute. But, it could have been worse.
I hope you all made out okay. And, let's hold on tight to see what else Mother Nature has in store for us this coming winter.
For those of you familiar with the title of this post, you may know where I'm going with this. In the world of wrestling and boxing, "good night Irene", is a term used to say that the less formidable opponent is going to be left knocked-out. Basically, it means lights out for that being.
According to the most recent news reports, folks in CT should be very afraid. This has resulted in The Home Depot selling out on generators, flashlights, batteries, etc. Moreover, bottled water and canned goods are selling out at local supermarkets.
Mother Nature is no joke. I'll prepare my best for the worst. What I have resolved is that come hell or high-water, Gino and Geronimo, my four-legged children, are coming with me. We shall face our fate together.
I was a huge fan of the Wonder Woman tv show back in the 70s. Lynda Carter was so stunning to me. She embodied the character of Diana, a true Amazon warrior. I would spin around in my room, along with her, as she transformed into Wonder Woman a countless number of times.
Did ya know Lynda's mother is of Mexican descent? Also, Lynda speaks fluent Spanish. I would love to have seen an episode where Wonder Woman spoke in spanish.
Here she is recently talking about her relationship with her superhero past and a certain intense fan.
I head back to work next week. This has been quite a long summer vacation for me. This is the first time in four years that I didn't teach during summer school. I really needed the rest.
This was also my first summer without Marcos. I had moments when I walked the streets with tears in my eyes. I then brought myself back by knowing Marcos' spirit is transitioning within divine light, remembering that I'm blessed, believing miracles happen everyday, and knowing things will get better.
I've also been assigned to a new school. I have mixed feelings about the change, because, my former school is going into major turnaround and I wanted to be a part of that process. However, the district thinks my bilingual skills are needed elsewhere.
I promised myself I will show up to the new school with an open heart and mind in order to give my best. At the end of the day I also know I will become immediately invested in the success of my new students.
Okay, I need to do something to break this writer's block. So, here are some random thoughts to get my mind going. Hopefully this effort will lead to my muse showing up and doing her damn job.
Biggest difference is she doesn't have that hot husband, but rather a queen of a man that will have his spot blown up! There is a rentboy chomping at the bit. Trust!
- Let me just remind you good people to never make a decision based on a negative emotion. By negative emotion I mean one that comes from a place where you feel fear, anger, frustration, or confused.
Instead make the emotional fuel of your actions come from love, hope, joy, and an empowerment that is not based on the oppression of another person or idea. However, if the person or idea is fake as Bachmann, let them have it.
The best sense of empowerment is knowing that your light has to shine because the world needs it in order to understand this mortal coil.
- Listen up Haves, the Have-Nots don't think it's cute anymore. There are more bubbles that will burst, and the nickel-and-dimeing drip, drip, drip, has made many a folk angry. Ya, better start building a reset button.
- I've been working hard to keep the novela in my head from becoming my perceived reality. As a being grown up in constant crisis, I need to no longer fear the other shoe dropping. Why? I'm a high-riding bitch that will take it on.
- I remain for ever faithful to believing that LOVE IS THE MESSAGE! You doubt it? Play and meditate through dance with this:
I was unfaithful the other day. Let me say in my defense, it was a matter of urgent need that lead me to stray.
I'm going to NYC tomorrow for a fab evening out and I needed my hair done. I went to my wonderful barber of five years and saw a sign saying he was on vacation! My Puerto Rican Afro was in full glory and I needed a serious cut.
I wandered a few blocks down and went to a competing barber. This was a challenge for me, because I really like my barber and we have a nice relationship. Alas, I had no other choice.
The barber did an awesome job! In fact I dare say he gave me exactly what I wanted, plus he offers full shaves as a service. Full shaves! Not a lot of barbers that do that these days. My regular barber doesn't.
As I left admiring my cut, all I could think about is returning so he can lather me up with hot lather from the machine, and using his single edge blade to leave my face smooth.
Dammit Bob! Why did you have to go on vacation. You see what you made me do!?
Now Amy has her turn at metamorphosis. While she was here she was a brilliant and credible music artist.
Unfortunately, when she hit big, the powers that be made her believe she had to get on the hamster wheel. It took its toll on her, and magic powder and pills just made it worse.
She does leave behind music that will be cherished for a long time, here are some of my all time favorites:
Don't fuck with her paper, aka money, or power. Murdoch's third wifey was not having it when some fool went to pie him in the face. Click here for the proof.
She made a choice in life whether to live it for purpose or power, and she chose to defend a sinister serpent that slithered for power.
A woman and her children have to eat. Then that woman has to live with how she fed herself and her children.
He will die. Your beauty will fade. All that will be left is the lessons you should have learned and the fight for truth you should have supported.
Alas, another life giving being, that forgot her gifts, fell victim to a man tethered to greed and power.
As a teen I could NOT hangout in the neighborhood where I lived and be out and proud. It was just plain dangerous to do so. While I'm not crazy about us self-segregating, finding other people like me on Christopher St, in the West Village of NYC, was a godsend. However, these days GLBT teenagers can't catch a break in their own gayborhoods.
V, posted recently about folks over at Boystown in Chicago having issues with the young, mostly kids of color, hanging about at night. It seems the elders see a connection between increased criminal activity and the yungins. (Click here for the post)
And, Michael Musto blogged several weeks ago, about Christopher St. businesses and residents are having issues with the yungins, again mostly kids of color, that are allegedly engaging in scandalous behaviors in the neighborhood.
Even the Manager of Boots & Saddles, Rob Ziegler (see pic) is quite vocal about his fears. (Click here for the post)
GLBT kids are extremely vulnerable members of our community. It concerns me that these kids are being portrayed as dangerous. What they need is for us older folks to be more empathetic to this stage in their lives.
There has to be a way that we can create, in partnership with the yungins, safe public spaces for them to socialize.
Good people, so the 2011 Fall Couture collections have been sent out into the atmosphere. It was very delicious for a few reasons.
1. Art once again strutted down the runway. I really enjoyed Armani's collection (see image above).
2. The first Dior collection sans John Galliano strutted and flopped. Yes, he was a dick for saying what he said. Booze and drugs is not your friend Johnny. Therefore, because of your caca mouth, you and the world of fashion must now suffer.
3. Azzedine Alaia turned it the fuck out, and Vogue was not invited. Click here for the slideshow. Azzedine and Anna Wintour don't likey each other. I have a feeling he once told her to chill with her dominitrix bullshit, and she gagged, then kept him from the pages of American Vogue for years! Meanwhile he sells like hotcakes to the rich women, of high society, with taste. Here is an example:
