Wednesday, November 03, 2004
here comes the sun
And as the Beatles liked to say, it's alright....cue humming.
I wish I could say the same for the United States of America, but without getting graphic, I will just say that they have clearly just fucked themselves in the ass without a condom. My dad calls it the triumph of the the Three Gs, that is, Guns, Gays, and God. i.e. we love guns, we hate gays, we love God. What a fucking unholy trilogy of medieval thought that is. And it's pretty ironic for a nation fucking themselves in the ass to be worried about "the gay agenda."
(Please don't be literal about this and think that these comments mean that I too hate gays. Understand that as an English student the ironic mode is the way I have to live my life).
On a slightly more intelligent note, I will say that I am deeply disappointed in Americans as members of the human race. Bush is so clearly the proponent of everything that is counter-productive, moronic, inefficient, draconian, capitalist, and just plain cruel in the world, and they are siding with him in absolutely abominable numbers. He has a 3% majority where before he held a scant 0.5%. Even his own campaigners had to admit that he lost all the debates, and even he admits he is "not one of the great linguists" not to mention that he is essentially clueless about the consequences of his actions. In addition to more obvious consequences in foreign policy, see: Middle East, I am very worried about the American school children who are going to have to suffer through a minimum of 8 years (including the 4 they've already dealt with) of abstinence-based, anti-abortion, and homophobic sex ed classes, which make me physicall ill not only on a moral level but when I think of the historically-confirmed consequences of overturning Roe vs. Wade and criminalizing abortion, of returning to the days of socially-acceptable, widespread anti-gay bigotry (like Aaron Webster and Matthew Shephard on every corner), and of not teaching children to use birth control correctly. Need I even point out that AIDS does not need a helping hand in the developed world, where people are already eroneously suggesting that anti-retroviral drugs are a cure for what remains a terminal illness?
I could actually rant for ages. But I'll save it because Kerry might be thrown a line once the provisional ballots are counted. Highly unlikely, but stranger things have happened.
Other news in my smaller sphere of influence:
1) Saw a dude from my class at the gyme today. It should be noted that this fellow is a specimen of profoundly Hemingway-esque, stereotypical manliness: He's about 6"2'-6"3', with huge broad shoulders, massive pecs, and seriously intimidating arms -- about the biggest Asian guy I have ever seen. He also has a shaved head and tends to wear sports jerseys. That said, he gives off a remarkably gently vibe, he once asked me very politely about the reading for class, and gave me a smile and a wave on his way to the free weights today. In short, I am impressed, and took note of his name when the papers got handed out today. He seems a nice chap, and perhaps a good candidate for walking me to the bus loop late at night. At least I know no one will mess with him. HA!
2) I rule at dips. For those not going to the gyme obsessively, a dip is something done on parallel bars where you suspend yourself by your arms while they're straight and then lower yourself by bending your elbows until your arms at are at a 90 degree angle to your body, and then back up again. It's kind of like an upright pushup, only it sucks a lot more. I'm down to a 40 lb assist, which means I've improved my lifting ability by about 16 lbs in only a few weeks. Well...I'm impressed.
3) I'm starting to notice I get checked out a lot at the gyme. I suspect it's because I hold people's gaze longer when I'm in lifting mode, and they think this means flirting. Either way, I am amused by it.
4) Got into another laughing fit with Berdie in Chinese History today, after Grover started reading out a list of forbidden behaviours for women in late imperial China. Berdie whispered to me that it all sounded pretty sexual to her, and since the next sentence he read was "do not make ugly sounds or loud noises..." we had no choice but to start cracking up. She's a fun girl.
Oh, and Slowblonde was following the election tonight. Maybe I've underestimated her. Or maybe she's just a high-class escort who needs to impress her clients with a modicum of political knowledge. Either way.
Housesitting again tonight for boxing cat, aka Sugarcat (as in Sugar Ray, not cause she's real sweet), and another bloodletting scheduled for tomorrow. This time I have not doped myself. And some gyme (cardio), and Zve's badminton game. Fun fun fun.
G'nite.
-Ms. Nome, Seasoned Political Analyst, Harvard University
