San Francisco

Finally leaving San Antonio for Austin. Fly to San Fran tomorrow
morning.


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Coming Out Day

October 11th is coming up. If you didn't know, that's official coming out day as decreed by the queers in power. The whole "coming out" process is a emotionally draining, difficult, agonizing process that is totally worth it and life changing. It's a deeply personal choice and one that has to be tackled with great sincerity. Personally, I wish I had done it sooner, my family and friends are awesome and I was greatly surprised. That said....Come out of the closet!!!

Sociology has taught us that coming out is great for the community at large. Its a huge step in the right direction for the entire Alphabet Soup (LGBTQAITAP) community. I know some of you guys and gals hate the whole community thing, hate being part of the group with ferries and flamers, but I hate to break it to you, your one of us. The Cohert Effect says that people who have a gay friend are more likely to accept the whole life style. Imagine that. If someone has a gay friend they seem to realize that we aren't all pedophiles and Satan worshipers who recruit little boys (I've heard that argument first hand). Its part of the whole Pride ideology; become visible in your communities, don't act like you are ashamed, and others (hopefully straight people as well) will follow.

I encourage all my gay friends to come out if they are able. Come out to your friends, family, strangers, dog. I know it's not that simple always, but sometimes that "they'll hate me, they'll abandon me" excuse is just that, an excuse. If that's you, take advantage of October 11th, take advantage of the excuse that everyone else is doing it, take advantage of this opportunity to better our community and act together.

ACL

The mud is everywhere!!! I lost one of the two pairs of shoes I brought with me to Austin. By the time I got to them they were rank. The other pair just got a good bath, but alas the yellow converse are smashed in the trash compacter now. Sad face.

The three days at ACL were awesome. First day was nice and cool. The grass was sweet. I actually told someone it was the softest grass I've ever felt. None of that itchy crap. The second day however was a biblical storm. It poured. I think I gained ten pounds of water weight just from my shirt. The third day was a freaking mess. I've never seen more mud in my life. Three inches throughout the whole park. It was so wet however none of it ever stuck to your shoes, and the cleanest mud you'll ever see. One of my friends drove by the day after and said the entire park looked like a rodeo pit. There goes the new and improved park.

Best performance out of the whole weekend had to be the last I saw. The Dead Weather was beyond words, but I'll try. I've never seen a better set. The crowd was kind of dull at first, I don't think they had heard them before. The girl from The Kills, Allison Mosshart, had to be on something. I'm not talking the weed half the crowd was on, but the heavy shit. She was freaking out, laying on the stage, and generally going crazy. If she was at church someone might of said she was possessed by the Holy Ghost or the devil. At one point she stopped singing and just danced around. Sounds horrible I know but the performance was spectacular.

So in all the weekend was a total success. Saw a man crowd surf in green latex from head to toe. Had a homeless guy ask for some spare change "for a crack rock". Spent some time with good friends and made some new ones.

Oh and the bands I saw so you can see how cool I am:
The Knux, Avett Brothers, Coheed and Cambria, Thievery Corporation, Kings of Leon, Citizen Cope, Mos Def, Ghostland Observatory, Here We Go Magic, B-52's, White Lies, Arctic Monkeys, Toadies, and The Dead Weather.

Lay Off

You ever have one of those friends who takes the fun out of
everything. "I just got a new puppy!" "He'll probably pee everywhere"
"I can't wait to see that movie." "You'll hate the ending where she
dies" Do they not realize that they ruin everything or is it on
purpose. After awhile you just want to give up and not tell them
anything. They'll just destroy it.


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New Copy Paper

New and improved, pre punched copy paper! That's right boys and girls.
No longer go through all the trouble of pressing down on a hole punch.
For a small additional charge you van have your multipurpose paper
professionaly prepared for any three ring binder. Great for the
parapligic on the go or cronicly weak. Pick up a pack at your local
campus bookstore. Hurry, cause with quality holes like these, supplies
aren't going to last long.


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Texting At A Time Like This

If you've read my blog before you know I have a little issue with cell
phones in the bathroom. It's no place to have a conversation. The over
day however a student took it to a whole new level. He was standing at
the urinal next to me texting. I didn't directly look, just saw him
out of the corner of my eye. I can only assume he was texting in one
hand and taking aim with the other. I know it's not exactly the same
as being on the phone. Nobodys gunna be wondering why your typing
sounds all echoie. Just because it only takes one hand to pee however
is no reason to use the other hand for multitasking. How important can
that text really be that it can't wait 60 seconds at most?


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Anthropology Class

It's back to school time here. Back to reading stupid books and stupid
people. Most importantly, back to dealing with kids my age that are
way into themselves or think they are so damn special and unique. I've
only been to class a few times so far, only have class two days a
week, but am already over one of my 75 minute classes. It's an
anthropology class and as every college student knows, the anthro kids
are a little different. They seem to internalize the whole primitive
thing; going days wihout a bath or growing they're dredlocks out past
they're ass. Maybe they are just practicing for later field work.
Either way I left class feeling dirty and icky. I'm sure people
mistook me for "one of them" for the rest of the day. Sitting through
that class is like mixing art school with a third world refugee camp.
Luckily it's at the end of the day and I can rush home to disinfect
and delouse myself.


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