Join the Army of Women

Hey Girls! Don't know if you have already heard about this project, but I just registered myself. The idea behind Army of Women is to set up an active registry of volunteer research subjects. Then you will receive email blasts whenever a project starts and you can self-select. They would like to have a million registered volunteers to chose from.

Here is the official blurb:

The Love/Avon Army of Women offers women the opportunity to partner with the scientists who are conducting research that will end this disease--once and for all.
Breast cancer has been around for decades, but it does not have to be our future. We can be the generation that stops breast cancer once and for all by figuring out what causes this disease and how to prevent it!
Sign up for your sister, mother, daughter, granddaughter, best friend, and the woman you met last week. This is YOUR chance to be part of the research that will end breast cancer.
It takes a just a minute to join. But the impact we will have will last a lifetime.

Please Join Me in Being One in a Million!

Local entertainer, Joe Ferrara will set a world record for a solo performance by an individual in a club setting without repeating a song or using sheet music or lyric sheets.

Local entertainer, Joe Ferrara, will sing and play his guitar continuously from 10 AM to 10 PM on Sunday, September 14th in the Rock Room Lounge at the Shadowbrook Restaurant in Capitola, Ca. The twelve-hour marathon will set a world record for a solo performance by an individual in a club setting without repeating a song or using sheet music or lyric sheets. "It will be me, my guitar and the audience", says Ferrara.

September is National Prostate Cancer awareness month.
"The average woman has a working knowledge of the facts about breast cancer," says Ferrara, a three-year survivor of prostate cancer. "The average man knows almost nothing about prostate cancer. I hope to change that."

  Sunday, September 14, 2008
Time:  10:00am - 10:00pm
Location:   Shadowbrook Restaurant, 1750 Wharf Road, Capitola, CA

Editor's Note: I will be helping Joe log songs from 4-6 PM. So if you would like to hang out with Ian and I, come by for drinks for dinner around 6 PM. I you would like to keep Ian company while I am "working," that would be nice too! This is taking place in their Rock Room, so their is no requirement to buy dinner and this is NOT a fundraiser, but an awareness building event. You will not be hit up for money, please just come and cheer Joe on! And please feel free to pass this along to your other contacts. Thx.

The Future that We Ordered is Getting Nearer

Yesterday, I discovered that the FDA recently approved a laser hair removal unit for personal home use (only $800!!) and now this:

Today I Am a Blathering Idiot!

Just one more thing to add to the great big pile o' politically inspired happiness that is coloring my day. When I went to throw a little extra money at Equality California today, to cheer them on in the next stage of the battle, I noticed that there are little celebration/gatherings that were set up in advance of the ruling. People planned on gathering, despite the ruling to either celebrate or hold each other up. (How awesome is that?)

But here is what got me choked up: San Luis Obispo is one of the handful of Californian cities that had planned one of these gatherings. This is my home town, folks! This is the town that my straight friend got beat up for being a "fag" back in the 80s. This is the town that once asked my friend if the pink triangle sticker on the back of her car was some sort of surfshop logo. This is a town that tried to ban Pride, because they thought it disgusting that a group of people who stick "hamsters in their rectums" might be given public access to a historical plaza for their disgusting reverie. (This is actually true, I wrote a response to the local paper in which I calmly explained, amongst other things that a.) both straight and gay men have this odd tendency to place objects in their rectum b.) placing animals in ones rectum had to do with animal cruelty and not ones sexuality and c.) the urban legend described a gerbil, not a hamster, because gerbils have tails, so they can be pulled out of ones ass... why doesn't the author of the original letter kindly pull whatever is in her ass out?)

Oh my goodness. I'm so proud of my little all-grow'd-up town! I'm down there, right now, in spirit! 

Oh wow!

As some of you might already be aware, I adopted a new habit this past year along with a new commute. I listen to conservative talk radio on my drive home. I actually listen to this guy who is the kinder, softer new Christian conservative. The kind who reprimands his listeners if they start frothing at the mouth. For example, one of the first shows I listened in on featured a caller talking about how Satan should strike Ellen down for her sinful lesbian ways. To which the host calmed her down and reminded her that Ellen was a miraculously funny woman and that her talent was a gift from God and should be appreciated as such. However, her lesbianism was something that we all need to pray about and that hopefully God would guide her out from her sin. Blah blah blah.

I find this stuff fascinating. I also find it highly entertaining and it makes the hour fly by. It also tends to focus my frustration towards the radio and decreased the chances of my ramming another driver's apple bumper sticker as they cut across my lane in the process of cutting their hybrid into the carpool lane.

Another fantastic example of this show? The other day they were discussing the pros and cons of Florida allowing a personalized license plate which would feature a cross, a stained glass window and the phrase "I Believe" to drivers. Playing the devil's advocate, the host was pointing out that this might set a bad precedent since license plates are technically the property of the state and driver's already had the option to decorate their privately-owned vehicle with enough silver jesus fish to create a park bench-sized spoiler. This wasn't going over very well with listener's. I was fascinated because this position seemed, well, logical.

It wasn't until the host unveiled the real reason he was against the proposal that people started freaking out. Separation of church and state? Not a good enough argument. However, if Christians were allowed their "I Believe" personalized plates, there would be nothing, NOTHING, to stop the muslims from getting their OWN PLATE. Or the Satanists! Or the Jews! (Apparently, if you are not a Christian, you fall into one of those three categories.)

Why am I telling you all this? Well, after running around my office, choked with tears, telling everyone how thrilled I am with my State today. And explaining how important today's ruling to strike down the State's ban on same sex marriage as unconstitutional, I suddenly chilled with delight at the craziness that I will be listening to on the radio on today's drive home. Let the crazies start queuing their phone calls up. They can rant and rave all they want. Today, was our first victory of many. Eight years of struggling uphill. We aren't going to stop now!

Happy Mother's Day (a little late)

For all my mama friends. You are doing excellent jobs! Your kids are still alive and growing strong!

Here's a little Dar Williams for you:

Time it was I had a dream
And you're that dream come true.
If I had the world to give
I'd give it all to you.
I'll take you to the mountains,
I will take you to the sea.
I'll show you how this life became a miracle to me.

You'll fly away, but take my hand until that day.
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done you'll be the one who knows.

All the things you treasure most
will be the hardest won.
I will watch you struggle long
before the answers come.
But I won't make it harder,
I'll be there to cheer you on.
I'll shine the light that guides you down
The road you're walking on.

You'll fly away, but take my hand until that day.
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done you'll be the one who knows.

Before the mountains call to you,
before you leave this home,
Wanna teach your heart to trust
As I will teach my own.
But sometimes I will ask the moon
Where it shined upon you last
And shake my head and laugh and say
It all went by so fast.

You'll fly away, but take my hand until that day.
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done you'll be the one who knows.

Just got back from

Korean tofu bowl...
followed by pineapple custard bun...
followed by sunny drive in a beamer listening to jpop.

Just a typical day in Cupertino.

I'm going to miss Cupertino.

Edit: 2 hours later, my coworkers rolled through with a box of Beard Papa in hand. Coffee cream or traditional filled? Answer: Yes, please.

Moxie is "morbidly obese."

Moxie is "morbidly obese."
Originally uploaded by Lucysol
12 lbs.
BMI 58.6

I've been obsessively clicking through this BMI Visual Flickr Site put up by Lucysol. It is fascinating. It points out the sometimes utter obsurdity of BMI through randome pictures that people sent in with their stats attached (height, weight, BMI.)

I saw this today and laughed out loud. Then I thought of Suz. Best... LOL cat... EVEH.

Kittie Dreams


Savannah is a small, slender 3 1/2 year old black cat with a sweet and gentle personality. She came to us from the Salinas Animal Services after being surrendered by her former family. She was suffering from some food allergies, and had some fur loss and lesions on her skin. She's now on Hill's Z/D diet, and is doing very well. She'll need to continue on this food to avoid future skin flare-ups. Savannah is ready for a home! She's a delightful little companion cat and is so easy to love.

Oof! She is still available. Look how sweet she is. I want her! Want!

A Wonderful Thing that I Learned Today

The perfect artist to play after This Mortal Coil and Dead Can Dance is.... Justin Timberlake.

iTunes taught me this today.

Also, a late entry for the my good things list came to me as I was packing for our trip tomorrow...

This song by Hem:

Ten dollars for the room
Torn blankets smell like old perfume
Then love checks in, trips a wire,
Skips the bill, sets a fire
And leaves the wreck that's left behind
With one desire, one desire

Don't worry 'bout the key
Lock's busted, and the chain is free
Light comes up, the sun goes down
A rented room, a borrowed town
That burns the memories to the ground
With one more round, one more round
One more round

Ten miles 'til the dawn
A sign lights up and it pulls you on
So strip the bed, slash the tire
A broken home, a hotel fire
You ask yourself again, am I
Your one desire, one desire
One desire, one desire

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