Archive for June, 2006

{poetry friday – two}

June 30, 2006

I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing.

Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth;
Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning light,
Nor its grave evening demand for love;
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white clouds
And whispers of wind in the listening sky:
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s center.

Born of the sun, they traveled a short while towards the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.

Stephen Spender

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{poetry friday – one}

June 30, 2006

What is required of us is the recognition of frontiers between the centuries.

And to take heart: to cross over.

Those who are killed in the place between out of ignorance, those who wander like cattle and are shot,

those who are shot and are left in the stone fields between the histories – these men may be pitied as the victims of accidents are pitied but their deaths do not signify.

They are neither buried nor otherwise remembered but lie in the dead grass in the dry thorn of the worn light. Their years have no monuments.

There are many such in the sand here – many who did not perceive, who thought the time went on, the years went forward, the history was continuous – who thought tomorrow was the same nation as today.

There are many who came to the frontiers between the times and did not know them – who looked for the sentry-box at the stone bridge, for the barricade in the pines and the declaration in two languages – the warning and the opportunity to turn.

They are dead there in the down light, in the sheep’s barren.

What is required of us is the recognition with no sign, with no word, with the roads raveled out into ruts and the ruts into dust and the dust stirred by the wind – the roads from behind us ending in the dust.

What is required of us is the recognition of the frontiers where the road ends.

We are very far.

We are past the place where the light lifts and farther on than the relinquishment of leaves – farther even than the persistence in the east of the green color. Beyond are the confused tracks,
the guns, the watchers.

What is required of us, Companions, is the recognition of the frontiers across this history, and to take heart:

to cross over –

To persist and to cross over and survive

But to survive
To cross over.

“The Geography of Our Time”
Archibald Macleish

Superman Returns or Why I Hate WordPress

June 29, 2006

Well, FUCK.

I apparently screwed up something last night.  I was trying to make the text white so that I wouldn’t ruin it for anyone, only that didn’t work because WordPress wouldn’t let me edit the html or click a button to change the font.  Then I thought I’d click on the split post button, only apparently that didn’t work either.  So instead, I’m just going to put a bunch of space in.

There are spoilers below if I can get this !#%$^%$#@ right this time.

I wasn’t impressed. (Warning: Lots of major spoilers!!)

Updated: I got the split-post thing to work.  Go me!

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Fridge Note for Robola:

June 29, 2006

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AG cannot seem to get onto your blog. Tried signing into WordPress without any luck. Didn’t see an e-mail for you. What’s up with that? Are you throwing Take-5s or Snickers AG’s way?

Superman Returns

June 28, 2006

I wasn’t impressed. Click to view. (Warning: Lots of major spoilers!!)

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Wednesday Movies

June 28, 2006

I’m about to head out to go see Superman Returns.  I’m willing to give Brandon Routh a shot as Superman, but I’m not digging Kevin Spacey as Lex Luthor.  I’ll probably write a review when I get back.

In the meantime, check out the teaser trailer for Spider-Man 3.  It looks awesome.

Nice Work If You Can Get It

June 28, 2006

Sunday night, I went out with some friends to one of the local gay bars to hang out before one of them went back to Houston.  For almost as long as I can remember, Sunday has been one of the big nights for drag here with “Super Sunday Shows”.  I’m not entirely sure what it is, but when people from other Texas cities come here, they all know or have heard of the local drag queens here.  It used to be that whenever one of the daytime “talk shows” needed a female impersonator for whatever reason, they would come find them here.

One of the more prominent performers here is Shady Lady.  Shady has been around since I started going out to the bars 10 years ago, and given that she’s 54, she’s been around for a while (she told us all at the show her age).  So Sunday night, she came out and did one of the usual lipsynching numbers to kick off the show (she’s the emcee) and raised $27 dollars.  Almost enough for a tank of gas, but really, not enough money to justify getting into a dress, heels, and more makeup than Tammy Faye. 

So Shady brought out her secret weapon: The Roll.

Every fag in San Antonio knows about The Roll.  It’s Shady’s signature move and people LOVE it.  Something about watching a 50+ year old drag queen rolling around on the ground brings out the cash.  We won’t pay cover at a bar, but we’ll break out $20 to get Shady to do this.  Telling us that we were going to have to pay to see her do it brought in another $130, and this was on a night when the crowd was kind of dead.  On nights when it’s packed, I’ve seen her bring in more than $200.  At Pride a few years ago, bitch brought in a TON of money for being willing to roll around in the grass.  So for maybe 2 minutes of rolling on the dance floor in the bar, she made $65 a minute.

I need a signature move that will pay me like that.

Wednesday Worthy

June 28, 2006

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Just because it’s silly!

Romantic Getaway

June 27, 2006

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Butchie has given AG the suggestion that perhaps what the cobags at Shootaliberal need is a weekend getaway to this little gem. (Note, AG is not linking to those cobags because we’ve all seen their stuff and you become stupid just for reading it.) Maybe then Stevie could come back with an articulate argument about something. Anything.

{what a rush!}

June 27, 2006

I was going to make fun of ol’ “Pills” Limbaugh for this, but…well…there’s really nothing I could add that’s funnier than Rush + Viagra. It’s the perfect self-caricature of angry, red-faced white conservative blowhards!