Thursday, November 30, 2006

sweet poetry...

ECCE HOMO
Every thing that is
our strength
is also our weakness
everything carries within itself
the stigma of its opposite sign
like a number tattooed on a prisoner's arm
like a letter sewn onto a deportee's coat
there's no escaping it
even if we were to walk at a certain pace
head held high
number and letter warn:
here is a victim of those clothed in wolves' skins
here branded by history
ecce homo
---Ryszard Kapuscinski
(translated from the Polish by Diana Kuprel and Marek Kusiba)
originally published in The New Yorker

Thanksmission



I've got a sore throat, but I feel bad that I haven't posted about Thanksgiving...

I went with my fam to Cape May to Aunt Susan and Ray's B & B. We had an amazing time despite the fact that kt was not with us. Brother j decided to jet out of sub-freezing temperatures and rallied their fam home to a warm turkey meal in Ohio.

The Mission Inn that my Aunt and Uncle have created is beyond beautiful. I'm generally not a B & B person because:
a) I like going to hotels where things are kept new and clean-
b) I'm a sheet snob
c) I don't like wicker
d) I want a TV in my room that is not older than what we watch at home
(This is not asking too much if you've seen our family tv.)

Maybe I have been out of touch too long, and maybe (probably) I have been vacationing in too low an income bracket, but the B & B's I've seen do not offer these simple luxuries...

Not so at the Mission Inn. It is warm without being snobby or stuffy. It is rustic and peaceful and removed from the hussle of real-world pressures, without being removed from flat screen, plasma televisions and newly renovated shower and tubs that you can't wait to bath in!

But best of all was the yummy food and the company. The weather was unseasonably warm and we walked on the beach and into town. We played board games and poker. We watched movies. We went out and stayed in for libations and good cheer. First Thanksgiving with the Mac-attack and she soaked everything she came in touch with (drooling machine that she is.) She cut her first tooth by the end of the weekend- so all that drool was not for naught.

We all got a little run-down b/c it was hard to be four generations under one roof and not wake up early and stay up late. It was hard not to try to stay awake so that more time together could be enjoyed. Thanks S and R for your hospitality- it was a wonderful weekend.

PS- West Coast Webers: I will always get in a game of poker on Thanksgiving in honor of you- can't wait until our next adventure!

Monday, November 20, 2006

Go Buckeyes!

First Ohio went blue, then Ohio State beat the blue!

GO BUCKS!

(and the dotting of the i during the spelling of Ohio by the marching band is just so cool!)

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Purchasing Power

Today, kt and i flexed our economic muscle.

Some of it was planned: Holiday shopping kickoff.
(Bench press: 3 reps of 10)
Some of it was spur of the moment: "But Katy, I really NEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed some new jeans and shoes..."
(Bicep curl: 3 reps of 10)
Some of it was inadvertent. Like when Subaru whistled over at us, "Show me what you've got..."
(Squats: 2 reps of 15)

What we had were 2 cars due for oil changes both of whose "check engine" alerts decided to light up as if they were the tree in Rockefeller Center. Two oil changes, 4 rotors, 1 set of brakes, 1 inner and outer CV/axle boot, 4 spark plugs and wires, 1 light bulb, and 1 drive belt later we had officially kicked off the season of spending...

While Suburban Subaru assessed the needs of our cars early in the morning, we ventured out on a day of shopping in style- we had a rental car from the dealer. They gave us a 2007 Legacy which they ended up comp'ing after I signed over my last 2 weeks take home pay for the parts and labor on our wagons. Katy damn near fell in love with the Legacy... she's like a fish around shiny, new objects.

Our first stop: Gap. Once again, they have changed all the color schemes in Gap. The new style is just what I've always loved about Gap- earthy, durable, cool.

Another (not-that-new) change is the "fit" rooms are no longer segregated by gender. THANK YOU, LORD! Just briefly let me expound on the several reasons this is a great move:
1. No more waiting in "women's" lines when there is no one in the "men's" line at the dressing rooms.
2. No more waiting for young boys to run out to show their mom's the outfits they are trying on.
3. No more waiting for women/men to run out and show their opposite sex partners the outfits they are trying on.
4. No more having to get sizes and advice from only the female sales reps, when the guys are getting all the great advice and help from all of the seriously talented and interested Gap-gay-boy-employees club.
5. No more seeing trans folk get dirty looks or harassment in the dressing rooms of one of the few places in the mall with a truly androgynous look.

The other really awesome thing about Gap right now, is the shop red campaign which supports fighting AIDS in Africa- They had us at 'hello'... then they gave us all kinds of large, glossy PR photos of hot (and often respectable) celebrities wearing the goods.
Inspi(red), Admi(red), Desi(red)

Since we were at Gap several hours before we were informed about the acuity of disease experienced by our vehicular children, we felt free to really spend ourselves silly at the clothing store. We needed to support the economy, didn't we? And some of it was for charity, after all! And let's face it, my ass looks good in a $50 pair of Gap jeans.

Once we broke the spending seal, we moved on toward our goal- Christmas shopping at "Bag Day" in North Hampton. This is a traditional gimmick to spur the local economy: you get a free shopping bag and you are allowed to take 20% off any item in pretty much every store in hero-township. A lot of the businesses do 20% off store-wide, just to make it easier. It was a perfect day to be in No-Ho: Not too wet, not too warm, not too cold. We dropped a couple bills in town and were eating at Teapot when we got the news our cars would both need surgery. I would highly recommend the setting and the food for any event, but for receiving less than positive news, it was ideal!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Book Club


Most of you will not be surprised that katy and I belong to a book club. Our book club is the charming evolutionary subdivision of our softball team (which I wrote about at the beginning of last season.) Softball in the C. Women's League is not necessarily a hearty workout, but it does get your heart pumping- especially when you are afraid of getting injured and/or you get angry at members of another team (in rare instances, members of your own team.) I started playing softball on this team before I could legally drink. It became clear early on that first season that I could jump around and play if i wanted to, i could smack the ball, run the bases, even score some runs, but I was not entirely useful to the team and would not be a full-fledged member until I could fulfill the cooler-caddy requirement without bringing a "10-9" or police investigation down on the team.

That was several years ago, and my growing fear of injury is nothing compared to the women who welcomed my practically pubescent body to the team when they were my age now (at least that's what i gather from the rounds of: "Oh, shut up" that I get every time I mutter that I'm not as young as I used to be.)

Some things have changed: During games, we hear less of "ROBERT! GET YOUR SISTER OUT OF THE PARKING LOT!" And more of, "Well, they broke up last semester, but she still slept over our house with him last night..." There have been a lot of celebrations- marriages, births, promotions, and new homes. And a lot of devastations- divorces, illnesses, and death over the years. We've added some openly gay players. (I came out to the team when katy started coming around to watch, and katy was invited to join when Deb M decided that there was no need to struggle through the game with a plastic cup of wine if she could find a youthful and athletic replacement for her position.)

These are some of the most generous, hilarious, fun-loving, non-judgmental, compassionate folks I will ever know. Nancy, Deb, and Sue's response to my timid assertions of gayness in my mid-twenties truly made it possible to feel like I could come out to my family and my family's friends- at a time when that didn't seem probable. Years later, I was surprised to realize how nervous I still was to invite all of them to our wedding- and then I realized how ridiculous I was to be nervous: Deb M, Barb, Karyn, Sharon, Terry, Erin, Cathy's excitement over our wedding celebration, and the "put-me-in-coach" dance-off they all choreographed at the event are some of our favorite moments when we reminisce. Getting to be one of Jessica's peeps and watching her start a family has been like getting to be an aunt to another adorable little one and has given me the chance to glimpse what all of my team-mates will look like in "grandma mode." (Don't get offended ladies, it's still a while off, but isn' it nice to "play" grandma in your youth?)

Book club began as a way to- well, drink in the off-season... but now i realize these brilliant organizers of life and family were probably orchestrating how we could/would stay a team if (and when) some or all of us ever decided to leave softball. Every year, there are more frequent conversations of "not playing next year" or "maybe there won't even be a league." Every time I hear this talk, I cringe. Not because if that happens, I will feel old and it will be the end of an era, even though it will absolutely be the END OF AN ERA. But because... I'm not sure there is anything as exquisitely satisfying... Any more perfect reminder of the simple pleasures in life- than what I experience a few nights a year: Hanging out at ol' CHS on a warm summer night, drinking miller lite out of a can, possibly BBQing, laughing and enjoying a sunset with these women and our families. Luckily, if the day ever comes when we aren't all playing together... at least we'll have book club!

Thank you for your kinship... and the yummy soup!

Top ten reasons I can't sleep

10) It's too cold.
9) It's too hot.
8) Restless body syndrome.
7) Driving a stick shift while tuning an ipod is not a cardiovascular workout even if you do it 2-3 hrs a day.
6) If you're going to eat 70,000 calories a week, shouldn't some of them be in the form of fruits and vegetables?
5) The 3am (advil) feeding; a.k.a.- This headache is not going to cure itself.
4) Tums. tum-tum-tum, tums- maybe these things have caffeine in them.
3) There must be a rule about only one person getting some shut-eye per bed, per night, right?
2) It's 7am somewhere.

And the number one reason I can't sleep...

Trust me, if I knew the #@%ing answer to this, I wouldn't be here blogging for your entertainment right now.

Monday, November 13, 2006

He calls you what!?

I realize that a good portion of our readers watch ze frank on their own, in which case this post will be redundant. But for those who do not, please please please check out the list of nicknames that our dear president has for friends, family, staff, and dignitaries of foreign countries. The insanity of it is enough to get you an excellent abdominal workout.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Playas play on

Having spent many adolescent summers at Friends Music Camp, I sometimes sing in the car dreaming that I could sing certain songs with a group of musicians from that time. I'll leave the actual names to your imagination, but they include a guitarist (or 3), a pianist, a cellist (or two), and a trumpet player.

We would sit in a circle and just play and sing like we used to before collection.

My first choices are Ghost (Indigo Girls) and Top of the World (Dixie Chicks).

If you're one of the musicians, or just someone who woudl be listening to the songs, feel free to post requests in the comments section.... (or if you're shy you can email them to me and I'll post them anonymously).

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Mac is back

oh my osh-kosh...




There's the smile:




What?!? Is it a crime to wash up now?




Halloween duckie- looks a lot like mommy when she was little:




Who's this cat, now?




With Gram'ma Bella to watch G'pa Web at the parade




With Mommy and Daddy

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Whew...

"First of all, I'd like to thank God..." is how Rick Santorum began his concession speech.
I couldn't agree more!

I realized last night that election night has somehow become my own personal nightmare- i have PTSD after the 2000, 2002, and especially the 2004 election. I was starting to think that Freepers from deep within the country were in control of the government's destiny. And I was definitely starting to fear that elections in this country would and could be stolen at every opportunity.

It's not that I'm a particularly partisan Democrat. In many ways the worst part of the last few election cycles has been watching the country get carved and spliced up into red and blue states. Everyone knows that the nation is really quite purple. But the minute a political party achieved 51% of the votes, it turned either crimson or cobalt, as if the opinions of the other 49% of the population counted for nothing.

When the 2004 election came about, "the wife" and I were fresh off our blissful wedding and 2- week honeymoon in sunny Cabo. We had recently experienced some of the most loving and joyful moments/hours/days/weeks of our lives. We returned to the states tan, rested, peaceful, full of gratitude, and energized for the next phase(s) of life. I knew it would probably happen, but when 11 states voted that November to amend their constitutions to deny same-sex couples the right to marry, it was surprisingly damaging to my psyche. Amid heavy Democratic losses the media insisted on co-opting the majority party's sound bites, framing the entire electoral contest as a victory for "family values." The post-game wrap up was basically devoted to applauding the successful suppression of gay rights as a triumphant political tactic. There was a lot of "this is the will of the people" talk and a LOT of "God has spoken" talk.

Newscasters and political experts did not question how this story was framed. They allowed the manipulative implication to stand all week unchallenged: If you did not vote against gay marriage, or you did not vote for George W. Bush, than "morals" were not high on your priority list. My wife and i sat stunned in the days after the election watching and listening to our political foes celebrate their "victories." At the beginning of the week, we had slack-jawed expressions. Toward the end of the week, we grew aware of the taste of bile, and snapped our mouths shut. No one said anything about the indecency of these laws: Not one media pundit; not one high-ranking elected official; not one lowly staffer; not one defeated-nothing-to-lose-candidate. We waited in vain for someone to stand up and say the obvious: we had just witnessed the mass legislation of homophobia- plain and simple. When did it become okay to put civil rights of a minority group to a popular vote? When in our history has limiting certain groups' access to government and societal institutions ever turned out to be anything but an embarrassing faux pas of our ancestors? Anxiety and dread subtly spread over our home. Once God's name is used to legislate discrimination, how do you stop an extremist from violently taking the law into his/her own hands?

Over the last several years, I've marveled how proponents of anti-gay constitutional amendments do not explore or encourage forthright debate over the economic, political, or cultural effects that same-sex marriage might have on society. There is little to no research presented, no factual information, no evidence, only opinion and impassioned rhetoric based on myths about the immorality of homosexuals. The arguments against SS marriage are founded primarily on outdated convention, narrow interpretations of religious writings, and the ever elusive "eeeewww, that's disgusting" Yuck factor.

It seems, every election day since Clinton left office, gay men, lesbians, and all who love and support us are thrust center-stage into a political scheme whose participants benefit by saying we are seeking "special rights" and labeling us "immoral." It is dangerous to confuse religion with "morality." It is the rhetoric of Nazi Germany, and the Klu Klux Klan, and Alquadea. Marriage equality is not a homosexual agenda, it is a civil rights battle. No matter how many ministers stand in front of their congregations and rage against this battle, suppressing the rights of a minority of Americans is never moral and has never been successful. It is the same tactic that was used in the 1960's to resist racial integration. The difference of course is that four decades later, black and white churches agree on the targets of their hateful politics.

So called DOMA (Defense of Marriage) legislation is a political wedge designed to turn Americans against each other. The president has said he fights over-seas to "keep the terrorists from fighting us here at home." In the same vein, his party and religious supporters have kept gay marriage at the forefront of conversations so they would not have to discuss the real problems our citizens face. How can SS marriage be more of a threat to the "traditional family" than war, poverty, loss of jobs, low wages, and a lack of affordable healthcare? The truth is, most Americans whether gay or straight, "red state," or "blue state" have more in common with each other than with any politician or media pundit. The experts know though, the easiest way to win is to divide and conqueer.

It is still difficult for me to understand all of the irrational fear and hatred towards GLBT folks. But 2 years ago, I got a real taste of what it means to fear and hate people that I have never met- merely because I could not understand them or relate to them. Election day 2004- it felt as if a pack of voters in 11 previously far away states appeared as an angry mob outside our door. Katy and I are two among the millions of gay Americans who are caring, productive members of society. We go to work, pay our taxes, support the economy, and try to be good neighbors. We hope and dream. We celebrate and mourn. Many of us believe in and pray to that same God whose wrath has been hijacked for a political party's divisive agenda. It was (and sometimes still is) surprisingly easy to give in to hate and fear. I have to stop myself from automatically rejecting what i cannot understand. I do not understand how a group in the majority feels so comfortable creating a category of second-class family. I do not understand my fellow citizens who continue to vote (in hysterical concern of their own family's safety and security) to deny my family's existence. I do not understand our leaders who strategize incessantly not to bring us together, but how to pit us against each other: How to reduce each group of people, each district to the most convenient label, the most practiced sound-bite in order to win votes. Surely these are not the "traditional" values we hold sacred.

This year, things were a little different for me. Even though seven more states enacted constitutional bans on SS marriage this week, one- Arizona- rejected the proposal... Also, a lot of the people I voted for got elected. And Holy-Crap-on-High- the dems took over not only the House, but also the Senate... For the first time since George 43 took office, he's acting interested in non-partisan governing... hmmm, how 'bout that?!?

There is no denying that a majority of Americans still do not feel ready to accept the changing definition of marriage. The same way a majority of Americans were not ready to accept the changes made when women were allowed to retain property rights within marriage, and when interracial couples received state recognition of their unions. But the fact is that gays and lesbians are getting married. SS couples do not use that word to incite our political opponents or to cloud the legality of our relationships. It is frequently the most simple, direct way to communicate the state of our couplehood and our intentions. Being married means intending to be responsible to and for each other. Intending to love each other through various stages of health, wealth, passion, and attraction. Intending to grow old struggling, laughing, and taking care of each other. Intending to foster personal growth and stay healthy, active members of our communities and society. When federal and state constitutions are altered to specifically keep us out- to keep us from living up to these noble intentions, it is an act of hatred and vandalism.

Whew... that was a long rant considering how psyched I am about the outcome of the midterms!

Nice post!

A great post from our friend Adam can (and should) be read here.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

I voted today!

What the F?! Our local voting locale did not have the I voted stickers! It is truly a shame. They didn't have them for the primary either and that was sort of understandable. But we're voting to change the world here! Everyone should know I voted (and be inspired to do the same)!

I'm fairly certain there are going to be reports of voting problems, especially with so many places now going computerized. And don't get me wrong, I'm as pissed off as the next person about people not getting their vote counted. But, even with all the problems, we went to vote this morning and no one shot at us. They didn't even give us the hairy eye-ball. We were free to be jolly with the Ned Lamont supporter and vote without fear of retribution. It's a special thing to be able to do that.

But I really would have liked an I voted sticker.

Monday, November 06, 2006

A letter to the Senator from CT

Dear Senator Lieberman,

Here's the thing: you lost the primary. You tell us all the time that you're a "life-long Democrat". Except that all of us Democrats here in Connecticut voted. And the majority of us didn't vote for you. You told us that you wouldn't run as an independent. But here you are, spitting in the face of the system that got you elected in the first place. The group that you publicly aligned yourself with (the Democrats) asked you politely but firmly to step aside and let us try something new. Why wouldn't you listen?

I mean, here we are, on the eve of the election, and you're ahead in the polls. That's great for you, and at first glance, it might even seem like it was a good idea for you to run because you are fighting for what you believe in. Except that the reason you're winning is because nearly all of the other party is voting for you. It seems like a vulgar misinterpretation of "bi-partisan" to deliberately court the Republican vote.

We have two parties (well, two and change) for a reason. It's because it's really hard to find a consensus when you have more than 2 or 3 candidates. It's hard enough to understand all the issues with just two major parties - imagine if there were 5 or 6 or 10 and they were all very similar except a few little differences. We would never be able to get anything done. So, a lot of us vote with "our party" in order to gain strength in numbers. When I vote for a Democrat, I'm often doing so to get a few things I want and I'm forced to give up some other things. There is no candidate out there for any office that stands for everything I want them to stand for. That's part of living in a democracy. It's not perfect. But what I believe in is no more "right" than what my neighbors believe in.

So, you running as an Independent kind of sucks. The party you said you were most in agreement with said we didn't agree with you, and for that disagreement we're going to lose our power in numbers. It's kind of cool that you're going to get elected by a mix of Democrats and Republicans. But it's like asking your parents for a piece of candy, being told no, then taking it anyway with the help of your bully friend down the street. They said no, Joe.

I know you have lots of experience, but sometimes experience isn't what we need. I'm not sure that Ned Lamont will get done what he says he'll get done. For all I know he'll get to Washington and act crazy. But maybe crazy is what we need. If there is one thing that's clear in all of this it's that something has to change. Even the President is starting to say it publicly. You weren't willing to change until we didn't elect you. We need an agitator to help us see the possibilities.

I myself will be voting for Ned Lamont. He's not perfect and he doesn't have a lot of experience. But he brings a fresh set of eyes and ears to the job. And he won the primary, fair and square. I want to keep strength in numbers.

Good luck tomorrow. May the best man win.

Sincerely,

KWT

Be all you can be


I'm not a huge fan of the Iraq war. I'm not a huge fan of any war. But I do believe that the military should exist. One of the reasons I believe that is because I think the military has and can do a lot of good, community-service type activities. The particular activity shown here (picking up the droppings of horses participating in an early Veteran's Day parade) had never really occurred to me, but... thanks!

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Sick on Halloween


This is the pumpkin Tracy carved as the sun was going down on Halloween. It was a huge hit with our adolescent boy trick or treaters. Posted by Picasa