Continuing to Fight

Bil sent me a link to a protest MoveOn Chicago had organized in response to Bush’s recent appalling SCHIP veto, so I headed on down last night to take part. Initially I’d intended to write a little play-by-play in the manner of my Ira Glass post, but frankly at the moment it’s a little hard to take a glass-half-full attitude about the current situation in our country. It brings me no end of misery at the realization that we have just barely under a year-and-a-half remaining with our current president; thus I believe ours is the generation that will see the collapse of this great nation, save the scenario in which we stop treating democracy like a spectator sport.

I will say this, however: I was greatly encouraged by the sheer volume of supportive honking from passing drivers, not to mention the presence of several resident physicians from UIC and Northwestern. Please, please contact your representative and urge them to vote to overturn Bush’s veto in two weeks. Please.

[EDIT: This clip of the fantastic Rachel Maddow going up against Pat Buchanan must be seen. Excellent!]

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Betch

Even if you find Kelly annoying, please give this one a chance, especially if you’ve never had a lesson in the finer points of lesbian sex conducted entirely in Spanish. Hilarious!

My American Life

Several months ago, Devon got me hooked on This American Life by selecting several fascinating shows pertaining to an older post I’d written regarding my own flirtation with atheism. So, inspired by her longstanding plans to journey out to South Bend to hear Ira Glass speak at Notre Dame this past weekend, I decided to see if he had any other speaking engagements planned within a reasonable distance. Now, while I was thrilled to see that a discussion and signing was planned for October 2nd at the Barnes & Noble in Evanston, I was — and still am — a little puzzled that not a single venue in Chicago proper was on the list. Especially since the show itself originated on Chicago Public Radio. Huh.

My purpose for attending became that much more noble when I received the following phone call at around 6:30 last Saturday night as I was heading out the door to the West Loop to get my flute on:

DEVON: I hate the Dan Ryan.
ME: Oh, God. Are you just now getting out of Chicago?
DEVON: Um, nope. We’re on…yeah, we’re on Ashland right now.

Ah, the Dan Ryan. A cruel, twisty parking lot cleverly disguised as an expressway.
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Oh, You Tease

Sorry boys, I’m jumping ship; I’m afraid my heart has been stolen away. I won’t tell you her name, but it in Latin it means queen. Which is actually terribly appropriate, wouldn’t you say? Kind of like hetero-on-training-wheels.

The Art of Leaping

“Leap and the net will appear,” was what was told to me by a trusted friend before I left California. And that is exactly what I’m doing, although the process is considerably more drawn out than such an image would suggest. It’s been over two months since I left the conventional workforce, but with all of the activity that has prevailed in that span of time, it has been anything but a leisurely vacation. Actually, check that — I’ve wasted an appalling amount of time in the past two weeks, which is quite shocking considering the fact that at the moment I have no source of income. Now, I could quite easily rationalize such behavior with the fact that, yes, I was sick for a couple days and, well, I was just so exhausted from the process of moving that I absolutely needed to relax. But let’s face it — it’s all a state of mind, so I’ll spare myself the trouble.
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