Saturday, December 02, 2006

Another "classic" Bush moment.

Who knew?

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You are Green Lantern
























Green Lantern
90%
Spider-Man
85%
The Flash
65%
Superman
65%
Robin
60%
Catwoman
60%
Hulk
55%
Batman
55%
Iron Man
55%
Wonder Woman
40%
Supergirl
40%
Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination.


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1000 Beautiful Things|Amethyst's Dub


The only king cheated out of a tiara.
Note to Brian + Roger:
You should have taken Queen into the future, and Robbie would have assured that.
Queen, and Freddie, were all about "entertaining" us.
Don't tell me you don't find Robbie "entertaining" in the Freddie sense of the word?

Name someone else at the helm who's both masculine and unpredictable?
Dave Gahan doesn't count.

Jeez. What about Pet Shop Boys? They'd be perfect for cross-over.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Introducing|Bruno! (who knew?)

Thursday, November 30, 2006

The Unvarnished Truth|Vol I

There's a rotten Apple at The Apple Store|WestFarms

Some things I just can't keep silent on any more. At first I figured no one would believe me so I kept silent. Lately, I've been accused of, and cleared of, one of the most heinous charges known to anyone. And in the process suffered emotionally, psychologically, and, now that time has gone by, financially.

Here's one of the stories, with the name, of what's happened to me. Apple didn't return my call(s), so I figured what better way to give them some publicity, in the hopes that this will not only stop, but perfectly qualified people would be able to get legitimate employment.

Seems there's a "hiring manager" at The Apple Store|WestFarms by the name of "JB". I was told there were so many people with his name, that the employees started calling him "JB." For a time, I was working as an adjunct professor in Farmington (about 5 minutes from the store) and I had also signed up for the automatic "Apple Job Search" wherein Apple will automatically e-mail you with jobs in your area which meet your stated criteria.

Several times I received e-mails for "Mac Specialist" and "Keyholder" and other jobs, for which I am fully qualified. And I own five Macs.

The magic day arrived, and I finally received a call from "JB" about coming in for an interview. I wore my blue tie with the red apples on it, with a white shirt and khakis, for good luck and to "look somewhat corporate."

The semi-brief interview was held downstairs at the base of the escalator nearest The Apple Store.

After running through my resume and credentials, JB explained to me how I would have to pass some sort of electronically-based "background check" and that I had to be very specific in my answers or else I would fail, not pass the test, and not get a job at The Apple Store.

While I thought out loud that I didn't remember the "exact street address" or "exact time periods" concerning living and working in Miami (where I lived from 1988 - 2000), JB went on to explain how he had a husband who would take care of all that information, and he "didn't know what he'd do without him."

Suddenly, the interview took a very ugly and unwanted turn, and I had to start hearing about his sexual orientation, his husband, his background for ten+ years in retail, but not in computers, and "perhaps I'd like to come over for dinner sometime" all mixed in with talk about "his boys" at The Apple Store and the particular "look" he likes on the sales floor. This was not related to a Genius Bar position.

After a somewhat squirmy time, I concluded the interview, asked him when I might expect the "background check" electronically, and said I would do my best to fill it out completely and promptly. I thanked him for seeing me, and walked out ready for a reality check.

There were two of us at this small table in the lower floor of The West Farms Mall. WHO WAS GOING TO BELIEVE ME if I relayed the conversation I was just subjected to, in the guise of a "job interview."

I have never run into this man socially, ever, and would like to know how and why it was necessary to bring, for a larger part of the interview, his marital "status" and his "husband."

Barring telling students what they could REALLY expect at a job interview, I never said a word, except maybe to a friend or two, who told me I should "call Apple."

Well, last night, I finally received a "Customer Affairs Number" from a very kind ASSISTANT manager, after I not only told her my story, but had her confirm that I was correct: JB did, indeed, have a "husband" and I was also correct: there was absolutely no place for conversation of that type in a job interview.

I called the number today, and was given a choice of HR queues, none of which applied to me as I am neither a past nor present (nor future, at this point!) Apple employee. I called back, and was given some "regional number" which I did call and leave my full name and phone number.

Apparently, with the Christmas season upon us, Apple is more concerned with sales, than returning calls.
And keeping those young pretty boys (JB's crowd, hand-picked) hopping in the store.
Gotta admit: most of them are very pleasant.

But it was sick-making when I had to go into the Apple Store WestFarms yesterday, and walk right past JB, whom, I believe didn't even recognize me.

Stick that in your husband's stocking JB. And see if I don't take this farther.

Stay tuned. Lots more names and stories I've kept quiet over the years, because no one would believe me.
Wait until I tell you about the manager at the local bank...
and what I needed to do to be considered for a job in the marketing department...

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And people think I'm crazy?

DAYTON, Ohio (AP) - A mother was arrested on suspicion of murdering her newborn daughter by microwaving the baby in an oven.

China Arnold, 26, was jailed Monday on a charge of aggravated murder more than a year after she brought her dead month-old baby to a hospital. Bail was set Tuesday at $1 million. "We have reason to believe, and we have some forensic evidence that is consistent with our belief, that a microwave oven was used in this death," said Ken Betz, director of the Montgomery County coroner's office.

He said the evidence included high-heat internal injuries and the absence of external burn marks on the baby, Paris Talley.

Arnold was arrested soon after the baby's death in August 2005, then was released while authorities investigated further. Betz said the case was difficult because "there is not a lot of scientific research and data on the effect of microwaves on human beings."

The death was ruled homicide by hyperthermia, or high body temperature. The absence of external burns ruled out an open flame, scalding water or a heating pad as the cause, Betz said.

Arnold's lawyer, Jon Paul Rion, said his client had nothing to do with her child's death and was stunned when investigators told her that a microwave might have been involved.

"China - as a mother and a person - was horrified that such an act could occur," Rion said.

The night before the baby was taken to the hospital, Arnold and the child's father went out for a short time and left Paris with a baby sitter, Rion said. The mother didn't sense anything out of the ordinary until the next morning, when the child was found unconscious, Rion said.

The baby's father, Terrell Talley, 26, said his daughter was fine when he and Arnold arrived home after leaving her in the care of the baby sitter, his sister.

"When I went in the house, my baby was sitting in the car seat; she was asleep and she was alive," he said. "The baby sitter ain't had nothing to do with it."

A message seeking comment was left for his sister, Lionda Talley.

Arnold has three other children.

In 2000, a Virginia woman was sentenced to five years in prison for killing her month-old son in a microwave oven. Elizabeth Renee Otte claimed she had no memory of cramming her son into the microwave and turning on the appliance in 1999. Experts said that Otte suffered from epilepsy and that her seizures were followed by blackouts.

Monday, November 27, 2006

As if he needed to introduce himself...

From Out.com:
Please Anderson, Just Say It. We’re Begging You!
Check this item from the New York Post’s Page Six: “Anderson Cooper was friendly at a Brazilian airport on Friday. ‘Hi, I’m Anderson,’ he said to the ‘attractive’ man standing next to him at the flight connection monitors in the Salvador terminal,” a spy told the Post’s Braden Keil. “The 25-ish fellow was wearing a tight T-shirt, cutoff shorts, and an earring. According to our witness, the unshaven, solo-traveling CNN star chatted for 20 minutes with the stranger before the fellow had to say goodbye and board his flight to Rio.” OK, we won’t hold our breath until you say it…but we can wear cutoffs too! Earrings? Anderson?

The White Party|Playlist VIII de X

The White Party|Playlist VII de X

The White Party|Playlist VI de X

The White Party|Playlist V de X

Sunday, November 26, 2006

The White Party|Playlist IV de X

Movie Review|Requiem for a Dream


Every now and then, a student recommends a movie to a teacher.
Thanks, J.

A shotgut blast to the heart,
via the soul.

Riveting. Smacks of brilliance.

The White Party|Playlist III de X

The White Party|Playlist II de X

The White Party|Playlist I de X

The White Party|Cover Art


©2006 orangemercury.com

Playlist|Sigur Ros ()


Track 1 should lead any mix, following DEAR FRIENDS by Queen. Running HYMNE, SAIL and ST. JARNA afterwards sets up an intriguing experience.

Isn't that what sound, and more specifically, dancing, sould be about? An intriguing experience?

Back in the day, the phones were abuzz with "guess what they played last night?"

Y'think?

Grace Note


Grace + me
Hollywood FL
circa 1998
Polaroid original
Photographer unknown

Sleep on this|Entry #3

Anonymous
There is no pillow so soft as a clean conscience.

Sleep on this|Entry #2

Greg Barrette
Harboring a grudge completely blocks our ability to have peace of mind. Forgiveness is not something we do for the sake of another person. Forgiveness is something we do for ourselves.

Sleep on this|Entry #1

Carolyn Myss
Holding on to resentment is like taking poison and hoping the other person will die.

Playlist|11_26_06


Better on the iPod.
More focused.

Surprising on Shuffle.

1000 Beautiful Things|poster design v0003

Haunting me. #12. [aural stream]

how long
with your love?
how long?
stay strong enough.

fancy cars
you look so fine
just sign right here
on the dotted line.

how long
with your love?
how long?

(last night I dreamt of real arms around me)

Blogging|Personal v Personnel

Lucky me. Because I elected to have a set of "cajones" and leave my last regular job (25 months) as an adjunct Visual Communications professor, I find myself in that employment netherworld. Registered with the requisite agencies in my field, enlisting the recruiting assistance of another agency, and responding to any leads which come my way. Which, therein, lies the problem.

When does an artist cleave themselves in two? When do you decide to "cover" what you've really been doing, artistically, with what might be "acceptable" to the next hiring institution? We could take the Solomon's baby approach, and say you don't split the baby to satisfy one spirit, but when is "your information" (i.e. your work) "too much information" for a potential HR rep?

You can argue First Amendment until the dead cows in the field, slaughtered by some unseen force, are discovered in the mourning (deliberate) light, or you can cover.

I can filter this, and only let "some people" know about it, and shoot myself in my well-shorn, albeit tired and clumsy, foot.

Or you can stand there, naked as a cyber jaybird, and let it all hang out. Which is the style I choose.

You'd read Augusten Burroughs' books, kill yourselves over David Sedaris as a Christmas Elf, and, more recently, watch Ali G/Borat do what he does best: make you cringe at "parts" of yourself.

The part, in my case, which had a problem with watching one man's mouth tooooo close to another man's anus, albeit for comedic purposes. You can distill from that what you wish (yes, I am an HIV-negative out gay white male), but that's what Borat was for all of us. A public cringing, or release, with what we were least comfortable with, or most ticklish, comedically-speaking, from. (Me? The pussy magnet scene. It's SO FUCKING EASY to see how "pussy magnet" just doesn't translate to someone having problems with OUR version of English. Withness my education with "fat v phat" and "tight v tite" et al. I don't even know if my five years of Latin helps anymore.

But I digress.

You have to submit a curriculum vitae, your exhibition history, your "personal" work (twenty samples, minimum), your STUDENTS' work (twenty samples, minimum), a statement about this, a statement about that, your transcripts...

and that's if they don't do a background check (required, I think, in education) or, at the very, google you and see if they're feeling lucky.

I can withstand all that. And be left the dark horse in the interview process.

What I realized at Gibbs, and said to several people in authority, is what I recognize about my past educational liaisons (sp?):

I don't look at the periods of time in question as "I worked at IFAC, AIFL, BCC or GIBBS" during this block of time.

I think of all the individuals with whom I had an "interaction" under the guise of education. I was, for all intents and purposes, put there to raise this kid from one place to another. I opened the door, some ran through, some eagerly walked through, some kept asking "which door?" In any event, I raised someone else's kids.

Just like someone (specifically, my parents) raised me to be a "person" and they nutured, along with SFX, OLMC, HC, SU, MDCC + QU teachers, nurtured my spirit.

Look at it from the other side: these kids studied under me at IFAC, AIFL, BCC and GIBBS. Isn't that what it's really about?

My grandmother had a phrase she used over and over and over, my entire life.

There was the right way, and then there was my way.

She never said my way was wrong.

And I blog from the very spot where she spent most of her "off" time, discovering CNN, Jerry Springer, Morton Downey Jr, and watching STYLE with Elsa Klensch at 10:30a with me, and Carol Burnett at 8pm in a former life. And the Munich Olympics in 1972, with a young Greg Louganis.

Just like the radio, just like the television, and, increasingly, just like phone calls. Change the channel or just hang up. Elect not to read what you don't need to know about, whatever and wherever the source.

But if you are going to penalize me for it,
have the same cajones to say it to my face.

It was your blog.

And it's your choice.

In the long run, this ain't China.
And someone specifically died for my freedoms.

All. of. them.
All.

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