NY Times reaction piece to JK's announcement that Dumbledore is in fact a homosexual: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/29/arts/29conn.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
My rxn to the NY Times piece:
the article makes the point, as others have been, that it doesn't matter much to the story line that the greatest wizard of our time is gay. I disagree. For those who have read through the 7th book (and if you have not you may not want to read further for spoilers will be inferred) you will struggle with the same concept which Harry was forced to understand. The horrible idea that for WHATEVER reasons Harry was very much lead by the nose through this chess game between Dumbledore and Voldemort. A PAWN. Something to be used and at times terribly abused for the final desired outcome.
To understand Dumbledore is gay does not mean he would ever have been inappropriate with Harry (we can see he never was, at least in the sexual sense). But it also becomes clear that he had to have formed in his affection for Harry something akin to Carroll's obsession with Alice. Not something to be admired or imitated but a form of love nonetheless.. something we should be able to comprehend no matter how bittersweet.
And how much harder and heart breaking and gut wrenching to know that he may, after all, be leading Harry to his demise. And not just through Harry's meeting Voldemort time after time, but because Dumbledore hints at the very action (the only action) which will end it all.. HARRY'S DEATH. Fortunately, JK is not SO cruel and Dumbledore triumphs in Voldemort's death and Harry's resurrection.
Because Dumbledore is gay I will forever read his intimate moments with Harry as so much more and will appreciate Dumbledore's own very great sacrifice for the greater good: another love.
30.10.07
For the man who saved the x-files and the x-philes
The man who brought the horrifying "Fluke Man" in Season 1 of the X-files to life, Darin Morgan, also brought to use some of our most beloved scenes and is responsible for my obsession as he penned the first x-files I ever watched, "Syzygy".
a nicely convoluted but ultimately sweet article about Darin Moran
a nicely convoluted but ultimately sweet article about Darin Moran
16.10.07
The Cold Ones
The Very Cold, but Immensely Cool Ones prepping for our Historic Press Conference (Oct 11, 2007)
15.10.07
a fall from great heights
when one is scared of heights it is recommended to NOT take your child to a 4 level gianormous play area which smells much like the tire shop and sways as hordes of children bounce from level to level without any thought about plummeting to their certain death on the unsuspecting mothers seated below. No, only paranoid chubby mothers sitting stupidly frozen and nauseous with a cold sweat on the 3rd level while her daughter is screaming to go to the 4th think about such things.
11.10.07
Our Return
When I was 11 the college i was destined to attend changed its name. It was an effort to improve. it was not a good decision.
my diploma carries that not well thought out name. i love my college. i knew after graduating that it would take much to make me leave. i now own a house four blocks from the college with pipe dreams of moving into the fancier houses a couple of blocks up. i am even employed by this college.
with considerable effort to make the unfortunate name change one which flowed easily from the tongue and one to be proud of.. i did turn this name, which carries its own form of derision when attached to a place of learning, into something i am fiercely proud of.
today the official word went out to the wide world that in the best interest of the college we are returning to the original name. it is a good decision. it will help ensure our success for years to come. perhaps my daughter will attend this place and carry all the same mixture of emtions i hold for this college,which is my home.
but my heart is breaking all the same
my diploma carries that not well thought out name. i love my college. i knew after graduating that it would take much to make me leave. i now own a house four blocks from the college with pipe dreams of moving into the fancier houses a couple of blocks up. i am even employed by this college.
with considerable effort to make the unfortunate name change one which flowed easily from the tongue and one to be proud of.. i did turn this name, which carries its own form of derision when attached to a place of learning, into something i am fiercely proud of.
today the official word went out to the wide world that in the best interest of the college we are returning to the original name. it is a good decision. it will help ensure our success for years to come. perhaps my daughter will attend this place and carry all the same mixture of emtions i hold for this college,which is my home.
but my heart is breaking all the same
9.10.07
2007 Taste of the Harvest
Aurora and I rocking out at the Seventh Annual Taste of the Harvest (a fundraiser for a scholarship for children of migrant farm workers my department puts together every Fall)
m'boys
last night was a tense evening. for the first time in 13 years the bills had a home Monday Night Football game. The bills are my unfortunate husband's team and since Kelly retired I could care less about them. But they did play my team, the cowboys. my boys entered the game undefeated for the season (4-0) and the bills, well.... they're the bills.
even with the acquirement of Terrel Owens (known to most of the world as T.O.) I have high hopes for the m'boys this year. and Romo... well he's no Aikman, but I THOUGHT he was better then bledsoe.
well, I think I may have been wrong. Last night Romo played like a man possessed by either bledsoe (who crumples horribly under pressure) or zabransky (last year's BSU golden boy QB who just can't pass to his own man to save his life). So while I sat on pins and needles trying very hard not to upset my daughter by screaming at the TV.. I watched Romo give away more points than he made and watched T.O. get paid WAY TOO MUCH for all those ALMOST catches.
but in the end the kicker (who I could kiss and who Romo should buy something very expensive for saving his arse), Nick Folk, saved the day. TWICE! and m'boys beat eddie's shitty arse team 25-24.
let's hope they have more going for them when they play brady's patriots next week or J.Jones might hand Romo his own head on a platter.
even with the acquirement of Terrel Owens (known to most of the world as T.O.) I have high hopes for the m'boys this year. and Romo... well he's no Aikman, but I THOUGHT he was better then bledsoe.
well, I think I may have been wrong. Last night Romo played like a man possessed by either bledsoe (who crumples horribly under pressure) or zabransky (last year's BSU golden boy QB who just can't pass to his own man to save his life). So while I sat on pins and needles trying very hard not to upset my daughter by screaming at the TV.. I watched Romo give away more points than he made and watched T.O. get paid WAY TOO MUCH for all those ALMOST catches.
but in the end the kicker (who I could kiss and who Romo should buy something very expensive for saving his arse), Nick Folk, saved the day. TWICE! and m'boys beat eddie's shitty arse team 25-24.
let's hope they have more going for them when they play brady's patriots next week or J.Jones might hand Romo his own head on a platter.
8.10.07
Green Dreams
dreamt about high school again. not of being in classes. but I was getting dressed and searching frantically for shoes. Shoes that i know exactly what box they are in and where in the closet they are, the only problem is I'm at my old house in Parma, which means they can't possibly exactly where I think they are because I believe them to be in MY closet at MY house in Caldwell.
It's dark and way too early and I just know that I'm going to miss the school bus, especially because how the hell am I going to RUN down the rocky driveway in heels once I get them on? but it doesn't matter too much because I look stunning in my A-line black dress and stunning red heels.
I do make it, by some worried miracle and step onto a bus to see lots of old friends. We then get dropped at some stadium/warehouse event. Lots of long tables. Set up, actually, just like our lunchroom, but lights are dim and I think there is going to be a performance. I (as usual) want to stand out so I painted my face bright green (the same green as my kitchen) and begin to apply my normal makeup on top of it all. Some man, I've never seen before but emenates that Russell Crowe demeanor, finds me and tells me he's disturbed by my costumage. I find this funny.
Soon an old flame appears and is sitting about two people down from me. I try to act as tho I don't see him and wait for him to glance at me. He will, of course, be magically impressed by how cool I am with a green face (?).
Eddie wakes me up and I don't ever get to find out if THIS time he'll admit his love for me.
This dream may not make much sense, but it goes a long way to show why this boy never wanted to date me in high school!
It's dark and way too early and I just know that I'm going to miss the school bus, especially because how the hell am I going to RUN down the rocky driveway in heels once I get them on? but it doesn't matter too much because I look stunning in my A-line black dress and stunning red heels.
I do make it, by some worried miracle and step onto a bus to see lots of old friends. We then get dropped at some stadium/warehouse event. Lots of long tables. Set up, actually, just like our lunchroom, but lights are dim and I think there is going to be a performance. I (as usual) want to stand out so I painted my face bright green (the same green as my kitchen) and begin to apply my normal makeup on top of it all. Some man, I've never seen before but emenates that Russell Crowe demeanor, finds me and tells me he's disturbed by my costumage. I find this funny.
Soon an old flame appears and is sitting about two people down from me. I try to act as tho I don't see him and wait for him to glance at me. He will, of course, be magically impressed by how cool I am with a green face (?).
Eddie wakes me up and I don't ever get to find out if THIS time he'll admit his love for me.
This dream may not make much sense, but it goes a long way to show why this boy never wanted to date me in high school!
Saturday night, very exhausted. Finished up an annual fundraising event at 7pm. Muscles tired and sore. Giving Aurora a bath. Sitting near the tub reading when a large sigh escapes from my mouth. I didn't really notice and keep reading until suddenly Aurora asks, "you okay?" I look up in confusion. "I'm okay. You okay?" She goes back to playing in the bubbles but not before letting loose a few loud and fake sighs of her own.
2.10.07
How to tell if God is laughing at you
Ever get that feeling some one, or thing, may possibly have it out for you? And it may not be in the death sense, but the universe may be setting certain obstacles in the way JUST because it's funny? well, if you have ever had any of the following happen to you then it is highly likely the universe created you just so it had something at which to laugh.
Scenario One:
Spent 3-4 days in state of mental breakdown. You have finally pulled yourself together enough to get out of the house and do some retail therapy. On the drive to the mall you get a flat tire and have to change it in the parking lot in the wind with no jacket, oh and you've never changed a tire before in your life (true story, Sept 23, 2007)
Scenario Two:
You are sick. head cold and body aches. you call into work and suddenly it dawns on you that ibuprofen will make things all right. You get out of bed and use the toilet. You flush toilet and open the medicine cabinet. Ibuprofen is gone but bottle of aspirin is flashing seductively at you from the top shelf. You pull out aspirin and lose control, while trying to catch the full bottle you just knock it further from you grasp and it falls down the rapidly flushing toilet with a rattle of despair and is lost forever. (true story, Sept 27, 2007)
Scenario Three:
You still have spare tire doughnut on your car. Your husband's back brake goes out. You take your car to him so he can fix his brake (but not your tire). It's raining. Your windshield wiper breaks. As he drops you back off at work your gas light comes on. (true story, Oct 1, 2007)
Scenario One:
Spent 3-4 days in state of mental breakdown. You have finally pulled yourself together enough to get out of the house and do some retail therapy. On the drive to the mall you get a flat tire and have to change it in the parking lot in the wind with no jacket, oh and you've never changed a tire before in your life (true story, Sept 23, 2007)
Scenario Two:
You are sick. head cold and body aches. you call into work and suddenly it dawns on you that ibuprofen will make things all right. You get out of bed and use the toilet. You flush toilet and open the medicine cabinet. Ibuprofen is gone but bottle of aspirin is flashing seductively at you from the top shelf. You pull out aspirin and lose control, while trying to catch the full bottle you just knock it further from you grasp and it falls down the rapidly flushing toilet with a rattle of despair and is lost forever. (true story, Sept 27, 2007)
Scenario Three:
You still have spare tire doughnut on your car. Your husband's back brake goes out. You take your car to him so he can fix his brake (but not your tire). It's raining. Your windshield wiper breaks. As he drops you back off at work your gas light comes on. (true story, Oct 1, 2007)
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