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Two of my sisters have accused me of being a very black-and-white person.  And this is probably true.  I’ve tried in recent years to embrace the shades of gray a little bit more, but on some subjects I find I am unable to.

These affidavits stipulate that their brother Ray is always correct on all matters.
These affidavits stipulate that their brother Ray is always correct on all matters.

The main one being whether or not I am a full citizen of this country.

I will fully and freely confess to being guilty of black-and-white thinking on this topic. 

To be sure, gay rights have come a million miles in my lifetime, and that’s fantastic.  But until we have marriage we will remain second-class citizens.

I find I am growing quite weary of the entire argument.  We either have the same rights as everyone else or we don’t.

Let’s break down the classic arguments against marriage equality:

1.  The Bible defines marriage as one man and one woman.

Absolutely, positively untrue.  The Bible defines marriage in many ways.  Usually it’s a union between a man and several women.  In the case of the Abraham (the original patriarch of Judaism, Christianity AND Islam) it was between a man and his sister.  In most of the Bible, women are property.  And divorce is mostly forbidden.

And even if the Bible actually DID define marriage this way  So what?!  Our country is based on The Constitution, not the Bible.  Would you really like our laws to reflect Biblical rules and regulations?  Are you ready for shellfish and cheeseburgers to be illegal?  How red dresses, talking back to your parents, or masturbation?  And, of course, if we’re going to be Biblical, then slavery will have to become legal again.  If you go around claiming our laws should be this way because that’s how it is in the Bible, if you cherry pick the scriptures and leave out the stuff that would be inconvenient to you, you’re a big fat hypocrite.

2.  Why can’t gays be satisfied with Civil Unions?

Two reasons:

First, a little US Supreme Court decision in 1954 called Brown vs. the Board of Education of Topeka, Kansas.  It established once and for all that “separate but equal” is unconstitutional.  So even if marriage and civil unions were exactly equal, this would still be unacceptable.

But civil unions and marriage are NOT equal.  Not even close.  Many of the most important rights and responsibilities in marriage are federal, and civil unions do not bring any of these protections.  So this is still second class citizenship.

3.  We shouldn’t redefine marriage.

The same religious rhetoric,  word for word,  was used against the legalization of interracial marriage.
The same religious rhetoric, word for word, was used against the legalization of interracial marriage.

Hogwash.  We’ve done it countless times throughout history.  Marriage used to be an exchange of property (a daughter) between one man and another.  Until fairly recently, it was for life (no divorce).  Then divorce was only allowed in the case of adultery.  Then we further redefined marriage with the concept (in many states) of “no-fault” divorce.  Even more recently, laws banning interracial marriage were struck down. 

4.  Gay marriage will destroy “the sanctity” of marriage.

This is wrong on so many levels.

First of all, “sanctity”?  Really?  Do you think all three of Newt Gingrich’s marriages were sacred?  How about Britney Spears’ 40-hour marriage?  If you are really, REALLY concerned about the sanctity of marriage, why aren’t you picketing to take away the civil rights of people who practice The Divorce Lifestyle?  If you aren’t, and yet you oppose gay marriage on “sanctity” grounds, you are a big fat hypocrite.

Finally, you don’t think that gay people treasure their unions just as much as straight people do?  The idea that they somehow don’t is pure homophobia.

5.  Kids need a mom and a dad.

Really?  So why is single parenthood legal?  Why is it legal for two people who have no intention of procreating to get married?  Why is it legal for people who cannot have children to get married?  If you’re going to play the children card, and you don’t call for any marriage that isn’t about to produce children to be illegal, you are a big fat hypocrite.

Beside, EVERY study coming down the pike shows that kids with two loving parents do well, and that the sexual orientation of those two parents is irrelevant.

6.  Gay parents will raise gay children.

Really?  All of my parents are straight.  My dad is straight, and three of the four children he raised are gay.  Hmm.

7.  We live in a democracy.  In state after state, the voters have said NO to gay marriage.

So what?  Civil rights can’t be taken away by a bullying majority.  At least, not forever.  That’s what courts are FOR.  If the majority ruled on issues of civil rights, black people might still have to ride on the back of the bus in the south.  Sometimes the majority is WRONG.

8.  This will lead to people wanting to marry their dogs and their toasters.

No, it won’t.  Neither a dog nor a toaster is a legal consenting adult.

And then there’s possibly the most offensive one of all:

9.  Forcing gay marriage on us restricts my religious freedom.

Really?  How?  No one is going to make you marry someone of the same sex.  And if you think your religious freedom is being restricted because you have to live in a country that has gay marriage, then, well, get over it.  How about the religious freedom of all the millions of Christians to DO support gay marriage?  Doesn’t their religious freedom count as well?

 

Here’s the thing:  When I think about the 1950s, when there was so very little accurate information about homosexuality out there, and so many lies about it being propagated, it’s kind of understandable when you think about how homophobic people were.  Most people really didn’t know any better. 

It's Adam and Steve!  Get over it,  and get used to it.
It's Adam and Steve! Get over it, and get used to it.

But today people know different.  People know better.  People know their gay friends and neighbors are not monsters.   Many people know gay couples.  A growing number of Americans know gay couples with children.

So if you know gay people, if you have gay friends, or a gay cousin, and you like to say you’re not homophobic, and then you go down to the polls and vote against gay marriage, please understand that you are a bigot, pure and simple.  You are like the Southern wife in 1960 who would talk about how much she “loves” her housekeeper, while still supporting segregation.  If that Southerner didn’t want her black maid to have civil rights, then guess what?  She DIDN’T love her.  And if you don’t shout and stamp your feet and vote in support of the absolute full citizenship of your gay friends, brothers, uncles and co-workers, then you do not really care about us.

And if that’s a black and white attitude, Donna and Rachel:  SUE ME.  🙂

FINAL NOTE:  If you’ve read this far, thanks!  And if you’re still unsure about this issue even after my pithy arguments, take a minute and check out Prop 8: The Musical and this stunning testimony by Zach Wahls, a young man with two mothers.

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Undertow-English-PosterOne of the main reasons movies exist is that they allow us to perfect the moments in life that are messier and less satisfying than we wish they were.  In the movies the main character always has the snappy comeback line at the ready.  She knows just what to say at her mother’s death bed.  She keeps it together in a stressful situation and solves the crisis with finesse.

In real life we stumble through our lives.  While solving a tricky problem with style and wit would be great, most of us are just grateful to make it through another day in one piece. 

Undertow, a beautiful 2009 film from Peruvian writer/director Javier Fuentes-León, drops us right into the middle of a very messy situation:  Miguel (Cristian Mercado) has a devoted wife Mariela (Tatiana Astengo) who’s about to give birth to their first child.  Miguel, a fisherman, loves his wife.  The only problem?  He also loves his secret boyfriend Santiago (Manolo Cardona). 

The movie begins with everyone in the town participating in an traditional funeral ritual during which a recently-deceased villager’s body is offered up to the sea.  The ceremony feels very ancient and pagan, and is intended to ensure that the departed soul can rest peacefully.

Needless to say, the tiny fishing community Miguel lives in is insular, traditional, and highly Catholic. undertow 2

Santiago is an itinerant painter who keeps to himself and causes ripples in the rumor mill.

Suddenly, the situation changes drastically.  Miguel is surprised one afternoon to find Santiago in his house . . . but it’s not really Santiago!  It’s his ghost.  It seems he was caught in an Undertow and drowned.

Perhaps surprisingly, it seems to Miguel that his problem has been solved.  No one but him can even see Santiago, and even though he’s a ghost, he’s touchable.  So Miguel can continue his affair with a secret boyfriend who is now really secret.

Undertow is very much in the tradition of Latin American Magical Realism, and as such, there are no special effects.  To us, Santiago just looks like Santiago.  There’s nothing ethereal or discorporate about him.  He simply is invisible to anyone but Miguel.

The great aspect of Magical Realism is that is breaks the literal rules of real life in order to get to a deeper truth.  There’s a matter-of-factness to the way the film deals with this unreal situation which is refreshing.

Undertow1HBack to Miguel and his sexy ghost boyfriend.  Of course such a happy state of affairs cannot continue forever.  Paintings Santiago made of Miguel are discovered and the whole town finds out about the affair.

At about this point in the movie I was really worried.  It seems like Miguel is going to try to patch things up with his wife and try to forget about Santiago.  As I sat there I was about to give up on the movie.

But then, I am happy to report, the movie completely surprised me.  I won’t tell you what exactly happens, but it’s a surprisingly moving act of redemption and forgiveness.  I highly recommend you let yourself get swept away by Undertow.

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Goin’ Down to Gadget Town

It is either ridiculous, sad, pathetic or all three to think of how many gadgets I have dragged along with me on this trip.  Compare this to my first trip to Europe, when I took exactly one gadget:  A camera (which broke halfway through my Paris stay). D90

Gadgets Taken on Trip

HP Laptop

Droid Incredible smart phone

Droid Incredible smart phone charger

Nintendo DS Lite handheld gaming system

Nintendo DS Lite handheld gaming system charger

Sony PSP lite gaming system

Sony PSP lite gaming system charger

Kindle

Nikon D90 SLR digital camera

Nikon D90 SLR camera battery charger

Nikor portrait lens

Data dump for photos

Data dump charger

Computer cable for camera

Computer cable for data dump

C-PAP machine

Earbuds

World of Warcraft authenticator fobNintendo ds

 

This protects my World of Warcraft account from getting hacked again.
This protects my World of Warcraft account from getting hacked again.

Of course, I have to now check each one of the devices or chargers and make sure they won’t blow up if I plug them into a European 220-230 volt outlet.  I think they should all be fine, but I must make sure, because I’d really rather not sully my reputation with the Client by burning down the odd hotel in Russia or Belgium.

On the other hand, I must be prepared, because having useable electricity will be very important, and European hotel rooms are not famous for the bounty of electrical outlets they typically offer.  I’ll probably need to get a little Euro power strip.  Not being able to use my C-PAP machine would be . . . not good.

I do love technology, but I worry about how utterly dependent on it we are becoming.  I assume that as terrorism evolves the attacks will be more and more on our technology infrastructure rather than purely physical targets.

It's all about the games,  baby
It's all about the games, baby

I’m also trying not to be too anxious about Moscow.  I think of it as a pretty dangerous place.  Isn’t it?  I don’t want to end up a footnote in the Los Angeles Times.

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Underrated movie!
Underrated movie!

Cleveland

Had a wonderful afternoon and evening with my friend Sara.  We saw the new movie Paul and went for dinner afterwards. 

Paul is a movie about a couple of British nerds who stumble across a real alien and try to help him, well, go home.  Sounds hackneyed and overly familiar, I know, but I was surprised how much I liked it.  It’s full of well-done references to popular science fiction movies.  There’s even a moment when Blythe Danner gets to say to Sigourney Weaver, “Get away from her, you BITCH!!”  I loved it.

Sara and I met in Beijing.  We were both there working on a roll out for the Client.  We ran into each other at, Pizza Hut.  Yes, they have Pizza Hut in Beijing.  Thank goodness.   [PHOTO]

Robert,  Sara and Ray on the Great Wall.   I was the largest human in China.
Robert, Sara and Ray on the Great Wall. I was the largest human in China.

I started out eating the meal alone.  I sat near the All-You-Can-Eat salad bar.  While I waited for my pizza I saw one of the most amazing things I have ever witnessed.  A young woman was turning her salad plate into an art piece.  She must have spent thirty minutes building the tallest, most beautiful, most soundly structured tower of raw vegetables the world has ever seen.  I swear it was twelve inches high.  It looked like an art project.  This chick was going to by God get her money’s worth from the salad bar.

Sara spotted me and joined me.  We both watched in awe as the Tower of Salad grew taller and more complex.  It was like watching someone build the greatest sand castle you ever saw.

We got to talking and it turned out we were both in Pizza Hut for the same reason:  We didn’t much care for the food in Beijing.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Chinese food.  And by that I mean classic New York Americanized Chinese Food like God intended it.  The food in the capital of the People’s Republic was just a bit . . . dodgy.  Sara and I bonded over a mutual need for the familiar comfort of and American franchise restaurant.

We have been fast friends since that night. 

My last night in China I took her to a Tex-Mex place I’d found that made a surprisingly respectable chicken fried steak, and then had a harrowing rickshaw ride back to the hotel.  Harrowing not for us, but for the poor rickshaw dude, who nearly had a heart attack having to move the two of us (this was when I weighed quite a bit more than I do now).  The whole thing became unreasonably hilarious to both of us.  It was a good send off. 

 (You can read more about my adventures in China and see lots more pictures from that trip in the following articles:   At Last!  Photos From My Beijing/Tokyo Trip!, Favorite Chingrish Signs in Beijing, Tradition?  Feh!,    Baffling Asian HBO, 15 Million People CAN Be Wrong, Grotesque National Product, Size Matters, Driven Up a Great Wall, The Flight, and Beijing Diary.

So.  I always look forward to getting together with Sara whenever I’m in Cleveland, which is her home base.  It’s a shame she’s not going to any of the other offices I’m heading to.

Best Cities for Restaurants

Tokyo

San Francisco

New York

Paris

Munich

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Got that Switched-On Cleveland Feeling

Everyone knows I love to travel for work.  I love almost everything about it:  the change of pace, the change of scenery, meeting new people.  I love cities and I love having the chance to explore different ones.

Whenever I’m in a city for work, I usually spend most of my time downtown, because that’s generally where the office of the client is and where my hotel is.  This can be a good or a bad thing, depending on the city.  Some places have downtowns that are fun and vibrant. 

You can feel the excitement in the air even as you pull into the parking lot of the Severance Town Center.
You can feel the excitement in the air even as you pull into the parking lot of the Severance Town Center.

Some don’t.

Which brings me to Cleveland.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining.  I’m sure there are nice parts of Cleveland.  But downtown ain’t one of them.  It’s pretty much desolation city. 

Today I took an excursion out to Cleveland Heights to see two movies that weren’t playing at the creepy downtown cinema that’s the only one within walking distance of my hotel. 

I am confident that I am the Caucasionist person who has ever attempted to use public transportation in Central Cleveland.  Didn’t bother me of course, but I did notice it.  Between waiting for the train and the bus it took me an hour and a half to get to my destination, but it was worth it.  The movies were fun.

The bustle of the mall inside gets you into the festive mood!
The bustle of the mall inside gets you into the festive mood!

The areas I went through to get to the multiplex weren’t terribly encouraging, though.  It does look like Cleveland is having a hard time.

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The first movie I saw today was The Lincoln Lawyer.  I was apprehensive about this film for two reasons.  First, the only other adaptation of a Michael Connelly novel that I have seen – Clint Eastwood’s Blood Work – was awful.  It looked like a bad episode of “Mannix, ” and it needlessly changed the ending to accommodate the “To Famous To Just Be Playing the Nice Neighbor” Rule.  Second, I just didn’t see Matthew McConaughey as slick defense attorney Micky Haller.

But I have to say the movie made a believer out of me.  It reminded me of why Connelly is my favorite crime writer:  He has a talent for telling stories that feel like they matter.  And for whatever reason, McConaughey has decided to remember that he used to be considered an actual actor.  He’s quite fine in the role, and the complex story crackles with energy just as the book did.  Ryan Phillipe is also quite good as his rich boy client.  The movie is lean and unpretentious.  It also reminded me of the 1970s – but unlike Blood Work, it did so in a good way.

Remember to stay sharp as you drive around the hectic streets of Cleveland on a Saturday!
Remember to stay sharp as you drive around the hectic streets of Cleveland on a Saturday!

The second movie was the preposterous but irresistible Limitless, starring handsome naughty boy of the moment Bradley Cooper.  Cooper starts off the movie playing against type – a scruffy, unattractive loser.  Quite a stretch for someone as ridiculously attractive as Cooper.  But as the crazy plot unfolds he quickly gets a chance to have his appearance polished to a mirror-bright shine.  He does seem the perfect person to play a character who discovers a seemingly easy way to turn, overnight, into the perfect version of himself.  This is good casting, because I’m sure there are many moviegoers who look at Brad and consider him the “perfect” version of themselves.

What if a little clear pill could make you smart and accomplished overnight?  What would you do?

So .  .   what should we do first?  The Segway tour?  The historical walking tour?  How about a drink at one of the local hotspots?  Hey,  is that Lady Gaga?
So . . what should we do first? The Segway tour? The historical walking tour? How about a drink at one of the local hotspots? Hey, is that Lady Gaga?

More importantly, what would you do when the bill eventually comes due, as it always does in stories like this.

I enjoyed the movie.  It was fun to see Robert De Niro also playing against type (a ruthless but well-mannered finance tycoon).

All in all, it was a good outing for my first Saturday on the road.

Movies I’ve Seen Matthew McConaughey or Brad Cooper in

The Lincoln Lawyer

Tropic Thunder

Sahara

The energy is infectious in the bustle of the Arcade.
The energy is infectious in the bustle of the Arcade.

Reign of Fire

Frailty

U-571

Amistad

Contact

A Time to Kill

Lone Star

Dazed and Confused

Limitless

The Hangover

He’s Just Not That Into You

You never know WHO you might run into at the Arcade's fun,  frenetic and festive food court!
You never know WHO you might run into at the Arcade's fun, frenetic and festive food court!

Wet Hot American Summer

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Physically feeling better each day as this week progresses.  Very glad it’s Friday!  Tomorrow I’m taking a bus and going to the movies all day.

Next week could bring a lot of driving:  East to Pittsburgh on Saturday and West to Toledo on Sunday.

I’m happy to be finishing up the first week of the trip successfully.

I’m a bit anxious about the upcoming travel itinerary.  Not anxious about going, but about getting it settled and paid for.  I hope to have that all settled shortly.

It’s worth being a little anxious:  The Client has significantly increased the countries I can now check off my Visited list, so I do feel like I owe them.

Countries Visited Prior to the First Project for the Client in 2006/7pre client Europe
  • Canada
  • Mexico
  • Bahamas
  • United Kingdom
  • France
  • Monaco
  • Switzerland
  • Italy
  • Vatican City

 

That’s nine countries, which isn’t bad, I guess, but not that impressive, especially considering three of them are Monaco, Bahamas and the Vatican.

But here’s how the list grew thanks to the Client:

Countries in Europe I have visited after the first project with the Client in 2006.
Countries in Europe I have visited after the first project with the Client in 2006.
Countries Visited by the Conclusion of the First Project for the Client in 2006/7
  • Canada
  • Mexico
  • China
  • Japan
  • Bahamas
  • United Kingdom
  • France
  • Germany
  • Czech Republic
  • Slovakia
  • Hungary
  • Austria
  • Monaco
  • Switzerland
  • Italy
  • Vatican City

 

Sixteen countries.  That’s a whopping 77% increase in my total number of countries.  Now, I didn’t work for the Client in all of those countries, but the ones I went to recreationally – Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary and Austria – only happened because I was already in the neighborhood thanks to work.

Of course this list will be even more impressive by the end of this trip.

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March 17

St. Patrick’s Day of the Dead

St. Patrick’s Day, a big deal here in Catholic Cleveland.  Growing up in Texas, the only affect this holiday had on me is that everyone was supposed to wear something green or risk getting random pinches.  It wasn’t until I lived in New York in the 80s that I understood what St. Pat’s really was:  An excuse for hordes of drunk assholes to obnoxiously roam the streets all day. 

Yay being drunk at 10 a.m.  is fun but don't criticize me I'm Irish sort of it's my heritage and my religion kind of are you going to finish that beer?
Yay being drunk at 10 a.m. is fun but don't criticize me I'm Irish sort of it's my heritage and my religion kind of are you going to finish that beer?

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I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately.  A dear friend of mine, Ken, died this past New Year’s Eve.  He’d been suffering for four years.

The last time I saw him I should have known it would be the last time I would see him, which means I should have said all those Big Things you should say during such a visit.  I was a coward and in denial and so remained casual.  He died less than 48 hours later.  I felt, feel, like a real schmuck about that.  Ken should have heard me tell him I loved him and appreciated his friendship and all of those other things.

I may have a chance to do better with another friend.  Randy, the guy who owns and runs a website I’ve written for for eleven years, is in an exhausting fight with cancer.  He lives in Pittsburgh, which it turns out is just a couple of hours down the turnpike from Cleveland.  I called him yesterday and told him I want to come see him next weekend.  Hopefully he’ll let me.

See you soon!
See you soon!

If he does, I need to make sure and say the Big Things this time around.

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I’ve never handled the idea of death well.  Never.  It’s not that I’m particularly afraid of what happens after we die.  It’s just that death seems like the ultimate gyp, the ultimate order of “get out of the pool” from the Cosmic Lifeguard.  I think life is interesting and fun, and I don’t see why we should have to give it up.

I wish I could have my father’s equanimity on the subject.  He always says, “I’m so lucky I had the opportunity to be a point of consciousness in the universe.”  I applaud his attitude but have yet to achieve his peace.

I’ve always thought I’ve been relatively sheltered by death.  I’ve never lost a sibling, or a parent.  I lost far fewer friends to HIV than many people I know.  Maybe I suck at death because I haven’t had enough practice. 

But when I began to take stock of all the dead people I knew, I was surprised at the size of the list:

Partial List of My Dead People
  • My father’s father’s mother
  • My father’s mother’s mother
  • My mother’s father’s mother
  • My mother’s mother’s mother[1]
  • My father’s father
  • My mother’s father
  • My mother’s mother
  • My cousin Julie (motorcycle accident)
  • My great uncle Raymond
  • My dad’s cousin Ray
  • Doug Web (AIDS)
  • Steve Sorrentino (AIDS)
  • Roxy (taught me how to raid in World of Warcraft)
  • Jean (soap opera writer)
  • Two neighbors from my building
  • Ken

 

Looks like I don’t really have an excuse.  I need to figure out how to be at peace with the idea of death.  Because, as John Irving’s Garp said, we are all terminal cases.

 


[1] Yes, I knew all four of my great-grandmothers.

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Note to the manager who was working at Zocaro Mexican Grill on the evening of March 15:  When I complain about a disappointing entree which was very misleadingly described on the menu and your response is a lame shrug and a feeble, “sorry, ” please understand that you are losing me as a customer.

I ordered the Carne Guisada, which was described as a “Mexican pot roast cooked with root vegetables.”  What I got was a big bowl of stew that was mostly rice, potatoes and a few chunks of tasteless beef.

I try to find Mexican food wherever I travel.   I don't always manage to find good Mexican food.
I try to find Mexican food wherever I travel. I don't always manage to find good Mexican food.

To be completely fair, I looked up “carne guisada” and it does seem to be known as a stew, but the menu never said stew and never said rice.  I’m on a low carb diet and so all I could do was pick at the tiny pieces of meat, which meant I was done with my dinner in less than five minutes.  Honestly, rice AND potatoes in the same dish?  A dish that’s called “carne” anything?

It’s a shame, Mr. Manager, because I’m here in Cleveland for three weeks, I love Mexican food and I’m my hotel is right around the corner from your restaurant.  You made absolutely no effort to have me leave your restaurant happy.

Well, at least I have the Mexican Food requirement taken care of for Cleveland.  Bleh.

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Maybe I was just in a grumpy mood yesterday.  Not sure why.  Physically I have been feeling less than 100% since I got to Cleveland.  I hope it’s just standard jet lag.  I’m always paranoid that my anemia would come back, and I never want to feel like that again, particularly when I am traveling.

I also had much trouble sleeping last night, finding that I was feeling quite anxious.  Not sure why.  Things are going swimmingly.

I think I’m probably just a little galled by the prospect of this huge 12 week trip, including the recent addition of the exciting but not a little scary destination of Moscow.  There are some hoops we have to jump through to get me there (you actually have to have a visa to go to Russia), and maybe I’m just a little scared.  That’s okay.

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More good news today:  I don’t have to hotel-hop like I was afraid I’d have to this weekend.  When I was booking my hotel for the three week Cleveland stay, the hotel I wanted to be in couldn’t accommodate me for the entire three weeks.  Something silly about March Madness or something.  So, since I am a maniac and I really wanted to restore my Gold Elite status with my hotel brand, I set up a musical-chairs parade of hopping back and forth from one hotel to another one which is not my brand.

Then a curious thing happened.  When I checked in on Sunday, the cheery front desk clerk welcomed me as a Gold Elite member.  I almost corrected her but checked myself.  Sure, if she thinks I’m Gold Elite, I’ll take it.

As soon as I got to my room I checked out my membership information on the hotel chain’s website and saw to my delight that I was indeed now a Gold Elite member.  This was mysterious, because not two weeks before when I checked I still lacked about 30 days to get back to Gold level.

I noticed something curious on the record.  There was a notation of “18 bonus nights.”  Bonus nights?  Further investigation revealed that these mystery bonus nights had been granted by the hotel I stayed in while in Atlanta last October when I was there for the Client. 

We love Gold Elite Status!
We love Gold Elite Status!

This hotel happened to be the worst hotel in the chain I’d ever stayed in.  The staff was clueless and incompetent, and a couple of nights before I left, a maid stole money from my room.  I threw a fit, and was not at all happy about how the general manager handled the situation.

So . . . .it appears the manager bestowed these 18 bonus nights on me to make up for the incident.  Well, that’s nice.  I’ll take it.  But 18 is not 30.  I’m still a bit confused as to how I made it back to Gold Elite status.  But it’s a Quality Problem.  Now I’m working hard on keeping Gold for this year with my sights on achieving Platinum!

Gold Membership Benefits that you Don’t Get With Merely Silver Level

  • 25% bonus on rewards points per night of stay
  • Free internet
  • Free breakfast
  • Free local phone, fax
  • Free room upgrade if possible

 

The free internet perk is a valuable one, because not all hotels in the chain offer it for free.  Ditto breakfast.  But by far the sweetest benefit is the free room upgrade.  This can have tremendous results if you get lucky with it.  When I went to BlizzCon in 2008 I had a huge two floor, two-bathroom suite in Anaheim for $87.

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March 15, 2011

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Listomania!

I’ve never been a very acquisitive person.  By that I mean I’ve never really trusted “stuff.”  Like any Westerner, I certainly own too many physical objects, but I think I’m less attached to them than most Americans are to theirs. 

Many years ago, when it was briefly hip, my mother owned a Krugerrand.  Remember those?  They were one-ounce gold coins from South Africa that people used like jewelry.  Hers was worn pendant-style around her neck.  She had owed it less than a year or two when it was stolen at a local festival.  It was one of the worst days of her life (and with my mother, that’s really saying something).  You would have thought she’d just had to make Sophie’s choice.  I watched her sit on a lawn chair in her front yard and cry for an entire day over it.  As I sat and watched her, dumbfounded, I made a silent vow to never be so attached to any physical object.  And I’ve done a pretty good job of it.gold_krugerrand_rev

If you don’t believe me, just come look at my apartment.  Any stuff that’s there has accumulated carelessly through the march of time.  I regularly cull my belongings, getting rid of books, knickknacks, and anything else I can eliminate from my life.   I look forward to these regular purges.  The give me a sense of relief and detoxification.  You know, like a coffee enema.

Because of my position on stuff, I’ve never been a collector.  As a kid I sort of collected model ships, but that was mostly because my Dad got into the habit of bringing me home a new ship occasionally from his travels.  Also, this was before the instructive Krugerrand Incident.  By the time I was an adult I had successfully eschewed the whole concept of collecting. 

I’ve always considered collecting things expensive, time-consuming and without satisfying rewards.  I understand that collecting comes out of obsession, and I have no problem with that aspect of it (I think obsession is wildly underrated in our culture).  It just seems dumb to me.  I remember seeing a wall of unopened Star Wars action figures that took up an entire wall in a friend’s room. 

“Why don’t you open them?”

“Oh, you can’t open them!”

“Why not?”

“If you open one it dramatically devalues it.”

Shoot me now.
Shoot me now.

“Devalues it.”

“Yeah.”

“For when you sell it.”

“Yeah.”

“On eBay or something.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you’ll ever sell your collection?”

“Oh, god, no, I love it too much.”

Like that.  I couldn’t figure it out.  I mean, what’s the point of having a Princess Leia and a Luke Skywalker doll if you can’t have fun taping them into offensive incestuous juxtapositions?

At least coins and stamps are interesting, have history and educational value.  Plus they don’t take up a whole wall of your house. 

Even more unfortunate, in my view, are the Accidental Collectors.  You know what I mean.  Another friend of mine made the mistake of telling people she liked owls.  Like when she was twelve or something.  So a couple of people give her owls as gifts.  Then people see her room, see the owls, and it becomes a thing.  It snowballs.  So now she’s 45 and has 734 owls in her house.  By now she’s long forgotten why she ever even said she liked the damn things.  But she’s stuck with them, like necklace of 734 lead beads dragging her neck down.

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So I am not down with the collecting thing.

With one gigantic exception:

Lists.   love lists with a passion.  As a kid I actually bought with my own money several editions of The Book of Lists.  I adored it. 

At an early age I began making lists of my own.  I’d just sit down and idly write down all of the houses I’d lived in.  Or all the different schools I’d attended.  It was like a form of doodling for someone who had no artistic talent.

Eventually some of these lists became logs.  The logs began developing a life of their own.  I have logs of every book I’ve ever read.  Every role I’ve ever played.  Every movie I’ve ever seen.  Every video game I’ve ever completed.  Every board game I’ve ever played.

After a decade or two of being a hardcore list maker I finally realized what should have been obvious from the beginning:  List making is my form of collecting.  So it turns out I’m a collector after all.  But I think my style is superior to collecting tangible stuff.  It’s cheap and takes up virtually no space.  Plus it’s information, which can have value.  At least to me.

Favorite Casual Doodle Lists

  • Books I’ve read by a favorite author
  • Cities I’ve been to
  • Cities I’ve taught in
  • Games I’ve played of a particular type
  • Movies I’ve seen by a favorite director

 

Naturally, a trip of this scope gets my list making impulse kicked into hyperdrive!

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March 14, 2011

Cleveland

Scary Soy Spread!

One quick word about what you can inspect in this diary:  I plan on this being a self-indulgent stream of consciousness sort of thing.  So I will talk about what’s happening on my trip and anything and everything else that’s on my mind.  So I’ll talk about the books I’m reading.  The movies I’m seeing.  The games I’m playing.  The cities I’m visiting.  Current events.  Politics.  You name it.  I’ll try to keep it lively.  I really hope you’ll go on this journey with me.  And please make any and all comments!  I want to hear from you.

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Okay so here’s my question for the TSA:  Why is something that’s considered unsafe to take with me on the airplane perfectly safe to stuff into my luggage?

As I made my way through the odious security checkpoint at LAX, they pulled a jar out of my backpack. 

I admit it.  This isn't as sexy as the bodybuilder from yesterday.  But trust me,  I couldn't have lost the 80 pounds I've lost without this wonderful product.
I admit it. This isn't as sexy as the bodybuilder from yesterday. But trust me, I couldn't have lost the 80 pounds I've lost without this wonderful product.

“You can’t take this on the plane with you.”

What was the scary, offending item?  A jar of Carb Not Beanit Butter, which despite its atrocious name, is a product that has been a mainstay of my low carb regimen.  It is a soybean switch-out for peanut butter that is so high in fiber that its net carbs is zero.  And it also takes pretty darned good.  I devour it at a rate of about a jar a week.

The jar being held in the imperious hand of the TSA drone was the only one I had with me.  I have to special order this product and it would take days to get a replacement.  “I really need that.”

“You cannot take this on the plane.”

I took a breath, feeling myself instinctively switching into Annoyed Customer Mode: 

“Why not.”

“It’s a paste.”

“Yeah.  It’s like peanut butter.  Scary stuff.”

“You can’t take more than three ounces of any paste on the plane.”

Really?

“I need this.”

“Well, run  back to the gate and see if it’s not too late to stuff it in your checked baggage.”

Which, believe it or not, is exactly what I did.  It was too late to catch my luggage, but a somewhat exasperated yet still helpful manager type at the check-in counter wrapped the damn thing up in a bag and taped it inside a box.  I was half expecting him to charge me for a third checked bag, but he didn’t.  Score one for We Don’t Care, We Don’t Have to Airlines.

tsa-2Of course I assumed I’d never see my beloved jar of soy nut butter again.  But to my delighted surprise it was waiting for me at the luggage carrel, even ahead of my bags.

As my soybean-butter-inspired relief washed through me like a Double Gulp Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper, I was struck by the question above.  If three ounces of a foodstuff that happens to be filed under the category “paste” is verboten in the passenger section plane, why would they agree to take it anywhere on the plane?  If it’s suspicious in the one place, why isn’t it suspicious in the other? 

I realize there’s a legitimate distinction between, say, a sharp object like a box cutter or a machete that might be considered peachy keen packed away in a check bag but highly hazardous on the plane itself, but a paste?  How would I commandeer the cockpit of the plane with peanut butter?  “Stop!  Or I’ll spread‼” 

It follows that the reason they didn’t want it on the plane was that somewhere there exists some type of explosive that, presumably, looks a lot like peanut butter.  As giggly as this sounds to a like me, who’s mind is blissfully unpolluted by any real knowledge of terrorism, if this is true then I don’t want something so suspect anywhere on the plane.  Right?

The conclusion I reached was that this was just another indication of the meaninglessness of the “enhanced” security measures that we allow ourselves to be tortured with in this post-911 world.  Yeah, it’s just bureaucratic security fussiness.  They forbid peanut butter not because it could hide real threats but because they can and if I don’t like it I can just shut my hole.  The TSA doesn’t make our travel safer, but it DOES manage to create some more job opportunities for government contractors who get paid to inconvenience us.  Our tax dollars at work.  Whoop.

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Very good news today.  The client confirmed my travel to Brussels, Munich and Moscow.  Moscow, holy shit!

The only challenge will be the fact that I have to front the money for all of the flights, yikes.  This will take some careful planning.

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Lifted weights after work.  Well, I lifted weights a little bit.  It’s been a year since I’ve done that so I took it easy.  It felt good to start.

Separate Bags Taken on Trip

  1. Large suitcase (checked)
  2. Large garment bag (checked)
  3. C-PAP bag
  4. Laptop case
  5. Very full backpack

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