My pal Cathy Resmer who works for our local alt weekly Seven Days took some great videos yesterday morning at the Statehouse. 300 people descended on the Governor’s office to tell him how peeved they were with his announcement that he’s going to veto the same sex marriage bill pending in the legislature. Things are getting pretty exciting up here in the north woods.
Whoever makes a coherent comment incorporating all the random items that comprise this post WINS!
1. Last night I went to Outright Vermont, our local queer youth organization, for their annual celebration and awards ceremony. Here are some pix taken by the board chair, who is also a professional photographer.
2. Here’s my cat watching a hairy woodpecker this afternoon. She hurls herself against this window fifty times a day, but I have yet to capture that part on video.
So I’m still obsessively looking for that ancient Times clipping containing their first use of the word “gay” as opposed to “homosexual.” I don’t think it was in the article Sara linked to in the last post. And as I recall, I neglected to date the clipping, so finding it won’t yield any real information anyway. But you know how when you can’t find something, you sort of go crazy? I’m doing that. Maybe it’s just my way of settling down after all the hubbub about the NY Times review of The Essential DTWOF on Wednesday. But look what I ran across while rooting through my “clippings” folder! An article from my local paper from July 1, 1992. The first version was in the morning edition. The second, in the afternoon edition.
[I'm re-posting the last post, 'you do not have to be good' because some pharmaceutical spammer seems to have lodged a zillion links in it. I was able to delete them, but the comment box is still disabled. So I'm just opening a new post.]
This morning, in the biography of William James that I’ve been making my way through at the pace of about two paragraphs a day for the past year, he described the New England autumnof 1908 as “heartbreaking in its sentimentality.” And indeed, even one hundred years of disastrous human history and climate change later, the foliage is so spectacular, it’s almost maudlin. Here’s the moose yesterday, carrying Mt. Abe on her shoulders.
And here’s a movie I made this afternoon while I was yanking up roots from the garden and flocks of wild geese honked by overhead.
Check out my pal Phranc’s daily variety show on YouTube. If Mister Rogers and Peewee Herman gave birth to a l’il bulldagger, this is what she’d be like.
