Sunday, May 30, 2010

Three days of friends so far. David is in town from Guadalajara, Mexico. I took him out to lunch at Beyond Bread and we caught up. I am going to start saving money so I can go visit him.


He explained to me that since he is living in the tropics, it is quite common to take worm medicine, just in case.

That night I made yellow cake cupcakes with bittersweet chocolate-hazelnut frosting for Zach and Todd's pre-commitment ceremony pool party. They were delicious.

Ryan and Zach.

I somehow managed to not get any pictures of Todd. I did stare at his hot nephew though.

Terry and Ryan.

Ryan and his cute boyfriend Terry were down from Calgary. It is a bright sunshiny day to see Ryan.

That night an aluminum tube of death safely brought George and Jim down from Las Vegas. I made them waffles for breakfast. We then spent a day sightseeing.

Mission of San Xavier del Bac.

The one side of the exterior of the church, constructed between 1783 and 1797, has been restored with lime and cactus juice plaster. They are raising money for the other side.

Painting detail.

It is always amazing to study one or two of the paintings inside and think about an artist doing them back in the 1790s.

We also visited the Presidio Park and then headed off to Rosa's for lunch. I asked the cute new waiter how long he had worked there.

Jim and George.

Then off to Sweetwater Wetlands, where we saw ruddy ducks, a night heron, and red-winged blackbirds. A nap, then Bookman's, 4th Avenue, Brooklyn Pizza, Sentinel Peak, and a visit to Tara and Chris' rounded out the day.

The red-winged blackbirds were doing their mating rituals.

Pool party today!

Friday, May 28, 2010

I am a Radical Homosexual. I made yellow cupcakes with bittersweet chocolate-hazelnut frosting to take to a party. I am cleaning house because my Radical Homosexual friends Jim and George are coming for the weekend. Tomorrow we three Radical Homosexuals will visit a historic church, the presidio park, and Saguaro Park West. We do these things despite the fact that we are Radical Homosexuals with Radical Homosexual Agendas (shouldn't that be Agendae?).

Today's Radical Homosexual Agenda activities have included going to Mexican Safeway and buying some tequila (I am also Pro Illegal Immigrant), then some Radical Homosexual Yardwork. I know, I know, normal non-radical non-homosexuals never spend their time doing yardwork and such, but I guess I was just raised wrong.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Hard to return to work after a week off. While I was gone a hummingbird built a nest at work and is sitting on two eggs.

Mama Hummingbird.

And at my house I am still battling the Africanized bees that have gotten into the roof of the guest house. The tiniest crack lets them in.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

It rained every day in Portland, but I didn't mind.

Mac didn't mind either.

I traveled north to unwind and spend some time in nature and in front of the television. Mark and Rodger were excellent hosts and I got to do many things I wanted to do. I ended up getting to know those two guys pretty well, I think they should have me be their houseboy for the summer.

Including looking at slugs.

We went to Multnomah Falls and the pictures I took of myself didn't turn out because I had ice cream smeared all over my face.

Multnomah Falls.

Lots of pretty wild flowers and green foliage to look at, as well as waterfalls.

Rodger and Mark.

We went bird watching and I got to see a Bald Eagle feeding its chick, along with a great blue heron rookery.

I also saw some Lady Bugs fucking.

It is so lush and green there, it seems impossible that it is that way.

Wild rose.

Such a contrast with Tucson, which has just started to have summer.


So many interesting birds to see.


And fun to watch Mac play in the water.

Mac getting ready to jump in the water after the plastic duck.

I made a non-rage-inducing lemon meringue, a strawberry-rhubarb pie, and an angelfood cake with lemon curd. Unfortunately, the angelfood cake didn't rise very well- too much humidity.

Strawberry-rhubard pie.

I got to spend some time with James, and had dinner with Sam and Greg. As it was, I didn't have a car so I didn't get to see some other guys that I would have liked to.


There is always next time.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

I'm in Portland having a lovely time with Mark and Rodger. Yesterday I got to watch a bald eagle feeding its chick and herons way up in trees with their babies. Even the electricity going out was an adventure. A trip to Powell's Bookstore was pretty cool, purchased some books and afterward I had some mac & cheese. I think it has settled on my stomach- when I get back to Tucson I will become bulemic, manorexic, and all that.

List of birds seen so far:

Scrub jay
Stellar's jay
Black-headed grosbeak
Anna's hummingbird
Rufous hummingbird
Barn swallow
Tree swallow
Blue heron
Bald eagle
House finch
Lesser goldfinch
Band-tailed pigeon
Mourning dove


Sunday, May 16, 2010

Two meals and a graduation.

On Friday night I journeyed across town to Ahmet and Mark's house. Ahmet was preparing me a traditional Turkish meal.


Unfortunately, he didn't know I was a vegetarian.


I still enjoyed myself a great deal.

On Saturday I journeyed to the University of Arizona campus to attend the Law School graduation. Mark was receiving his PhD. The graduation was somewhat controversial because the students had voted for student speaker, and picked a fellow student who had been named to the Arizona State Legislature. This young Republican asswipe then voted for the nasty (and almost certainly unconstitutional) "illegal" immigrant law. So when said asswipe got up to give his speech, about 15 of his fellow students and one of the faculty members walked out of the auditorium, as did about 40 to 50 of the guests. Including me.

Later on, Raul Castro, the 93-year-old former governor of Arizona, a Mexican immigrant to the state, spoke. He directed many of his comments toward the asswipe, who was so fucking stupid that he clapped when Governor Castro was basically telling him he was an asswipe. It was an awesome speech.

Dr. Mark and Zane.

We then went to Feast and feasted.

Dr. Mark's lovely sister Deeanne.

I had a piece of delicious pie for dessert.

And the lovely Wenona.

Afterward, we tired to the Mark/Sandy/Zane estate (although Sandy has not returned to Australia) and argued about cultural patrimony.

Today I discovered an Africanized bee colony had taken up residence inside the roof of the guesthouse. I had to use spray foam to seal the cracks. I then went clothes shopping and bought two pairs of 501 jeans, one in beige and one in brown. I will be stylish in Portland tomorrow.

Friday, May 14, 2010

I visited Swade and Paul cut my hair and trimmed my bushy moustache.

Paul and moi, before makeover.

I don't think I will be mistaken for a terrorist now, although any checked luggage I have is always searched for some reason. Maybe I shouldn't have emailed the Governor and told her she was a "fucking racist bitch."


I am looking forward to my trip to Portland to see Mark, Rodger, Rick, and James.

He'll cut you. Or maybe he'll just cut the cake instead.


Sandy is returning to Australia and I will miss him a lot.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A Many-Reasons Cake. Sandy is going back to Australia. DeeAnn is visiting from Australia. Mark is getting his PhD in Law on Saturday.

Angelfood cake with lemon curd filling and bittersweet chocolate ganache on top.

Really, I need a food stylist to move in with me.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I took extensive notes at the Same-Gender Marriage & Religious Freedom conversation. I put on a white shirt, black pants, and my wing tips. I would have combed my homosexual hair, but it is still pretty short.

Local television reporter Lupita Murillo, a very petite 50-something, moderated the discussion. Rev. Dr. C. Welton Gaddy of the Interfaith Alliance was for same sex marriage. Maggie Gallagher of the National Organization for Marriage was against.

Maggie, Lupita, and Welton.

I sat in the third row, I was one of only three or four homos in the crowd. I don't think the event was particularly well advertised, I only knew about it because I happened across a short blurb in that archaic thing known as a newspaper.

Things I learned about Ms. Gallagher: she doesn't use birth control and she is diabetic. Also, marriage is only for straight people who fuck monogamously and if faggots are allowed to get married then anybody, including two sisters, should be allowed to do so. Even cocksuckers who get married in places like Massachusetts, that's not a real marriage, according to Maggie Gallagher.


The sister thingy did not go over well with the crowd, which was made up mostly of very liberal religious folks. Rev. Dr. Waddy's message of tolerance, separation of church and state, and the need to bring together people of differing viewpoints was much better received. Maggie kept harping on the need for a father in the family (but two fathers=bad), and the "powerful attraction of sex."

I note that although she has been married since 1993, Maggie does not wear a wedding band. What's up with that?

She has lost. She is in it for the money, the fact that she gets to be on television, and her own sorta of martyrdom. But she has lost and she knows it. I tried to feel hatred toward her, but instead I just feel pity that she is wasting her life away. That is pretty pathetic.

Monday, May 10, 2010

I am a sadomasochist. Tomorrow night the Beast, Maggie Gallagher, is dragging her ass to Tucson to yammer about how faggots and dykes would ruin the sanctity of mawwiage if they got to register at Crate and Barrel.

This breathing shit is going to be about two miles from my pleasant domicile, polluting the air, probably making the Pima County Sewer Plant work overtime. And I will sit in the audience and if given the opportunity, ask her an interesting question.


1). Explain why anyone should listen to you Maggie, when you got yourself knocked up and spat out a bastard child because the semen donor was sensible enough not to put a ring on it?

2). Tell us about that Hindu "husband" and why you don't wear a wedding band?

3). Exactly how much blood money do you get for helping create an atmosphere of hate towards your fellow Americans?

Or maybe I should just projectile vomit on the bitch.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Ohmigolly I am sooooo boring right now.

I spent many hours this weekend working on the two evaporative coolers. Mine is almost working, except I broke a bolt off the motor mount. I'll borrow a drill at work tomorrow and see if I can't remove the broken off piece and put a new bolt in.

Exciting, I know!

Maybe I should make a cake.

Monday, May 03, 2010

Bunny appeared in my yard a couple of months ago. It hops around and eats things. Sometimes it will get close to me, looking for something to eat.

It likes carrots.

So this afternoon I decided to give Bunny a piece of red bell pepper and it ran up and took it right out of my hand. So I gave it another piece, and it did the same. The third time I offered it some lettuce and reached down and picked Bunny up.

Bunny is perhaps not so pleased with this.

So I sat Bunny on my lap and practiced petting, examining ears, checking out its private bits (Bunny is a girl).

Ready for my close up.

She didn't want to eat anything while sitting on my lap, but she is pretty tame and doesn't mind being petted and talked to. I will be spoiling Bunny from now on.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

Ohmigollygee. Just when you think it couldn't get any more bizarre in Racistzona.

The State Legislature sent a bill to the governor that would prevent any ethnic-studies in our state schools. And the State Superintendent of Public Instruction, Tom Horne, LOVES IT. Schools could not have lessons that would:

- promote resentment toward a race or class of people
- are designed primarily for pupils of a particular ethnic group
- advocate ethnic solidarity instead of treating pupils as individuals.

If followed strictly, history teachers would not be able to discuss slavery (promotes resentment towards the mostly white slave owners).

No Black History Month, no classes to teach Native Americans their native languages.

Basically, White=good, everyone else must assimilate.


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