I haven’t made time for lj lately. I started a very frequent, if not entirely regular, gym habit. And it appears to have come straight out of my already reduced LJ time. This is very sad. Self improvement shouldn’t come at the expense of social connection (and this is probably my favorite site for that, if my least immediate). This morning, LJ is coming out of my gym time. Sad, but true.
Currently in Denver, or more accurately, a 20 minute drive SW of downtown denver. I rented a car for this trip. Stupid B&B lost my reservation and forgot I ever made it (next time, don’t trust them when they say “just make a reservation at the government rate, and we’ll fit you into whatever room is available.”) Hotel is a hotel, not bad, but nothing to write home about.
I do intend to see Red Rocks Amphitheatre while I’m out here. I’m told it’s neat.
Btw, this training is fucking lame.
Leaving town thursday afternoon to head to San Fran. Staying near the Civic Center with
Past couple weeks have been pretty busy too.
My dad’s welcome back from Iraq party. I had some trouble with this one. From the DVD of the photos of dad smiling in uniform with other folks in uniform, animated and put to stirring music, essentially played on repeat the entire time (to which my immediate and reaction was “Oh my, propaganda, how … nice.”) Not even the relatively clean pictures I’ve seen, like the guy who accidentally got some celebratory fire in his wrist on its way back down to earth (no serious damage), let alone the people with the back of their heads blown off, which I know my dad has pictures of. Mom refused to let him show them to other people. I want to see them, but keep forgetting to ask. Two nice little old ladies completely disconnected from one another, who know me only as my father’s son asked me if I was married yet. One even mentioned her daughter. I limited myself to “No” and “not any time soon”. Telling them to talk to Congress seemed unneccessarily obnoxious, even if I was very annoyed by the question. Besides, it’s my dad who’ll have to deal with these people in the future. Not me. They weren’t asking for me to bludgeon them with my politics. And I wasn’t going to be the one to deal with it afterwards. It seemed irresponsible to stir things up like that. Or was it just cowardly?
Then there was Origins in Columbus the following weekend. I got to play 3 new board games. (portobello market (not yet for sale), alchemist and fisherman of catan (new to me, anyway). I played Fisherman with a really interesting, rather cute gay guy who wore his sexuality on his chest (in the form of a button, and maybe his t-shirt, I can’t remember what his t-shirt said). I’ve invited him and
I kept getting asked about children, including being asked if I’d gotten pregnant yet.
I’ve seen the picture of the guy with the back of his head gone. Dad accidentally showed it to me and was severely embarrassed that he had done so. (Although I think the best commentary on that film came from Dr. F. who wanted to know why Dad had a damn political campaign video.)
The other question I got asked was what Dad thought. I answered that they’d have to ask Dad.
Yeah, I was just talking with my coworker about cultural context and appropriate comments. He’s a suburban Jewish guy who married a nice Norwegian Iowan girl. His wife’s younger brother (by 4 years) is gay. Sound like anyone you know? (substituting german ohioan for norwegian iowan). 😉
They weren’t asking for you to bludgeon them with your politics, they were forcing you through sheer condescension to abandon your identity, which is far more important.
Hey, if you get those pictures from your father would you forward them on to me? I’d be curious.
Yeah, I knew there was a reason the question annoyed me. But I was trying to think of something more productive than polite, but not warm.
When I was in Seattle I saw two expansions for Settlers and though of yah. 😉
Awww, that’s sweet. =)
I don’t think it was cowardly. Honestly, what good would be accomplished by saying something, other than politely demurring as you did? For one, just because they assumed you were heterosexual doesn’t mean they are against gay rights. Secondly, even if they are opposed to gay rights, as “little old ladies” they are likely set in their ways. They’re likely to be pretty sure of what they believe, and it’s highly unlikely you’re going to change their mind. Starting an argument would not accomplish anything other than to make a lot of people unhappy – and not just the folks involved in the argument.
There’s such a thing as picking your battles. That was a battle with a no-win situation. Avoiding it was the wisest choice.
Heya, let me know if you make plans for Harry Potter Friday night (well, if its for 8PM or later), I’d be interested in seeing you for a bit and I was already planning on trying to catch the movie sometime over the weekend…
We do, in fact. Van Ness 1000, 10:45pm on friday. My number is the same as it always was, though I don’t believe I have yours (courtesy losing my old phone to the pacific in october).
It doesn’t look like I have yours either, but mine is 650-799-6573.
You won the game of St. Petersberg. By two points. Because I missed up and didn’t buy the damn secretary.
The memory is ingrained in my mind like a brand on a cow’s ass and you “CAN’T REMEMBER HOW IT WENT”???
Bah!
Hope you had a good time.
I did. Sounds like you did too. Glad to hear it. =)
I do intend to see Red Rocks Amphitheatre while I’m out here. I’m told it’s neat.
Red Rocks is a really good venue, did you manage to check it out?
Sadly, no.
I guess that means I’ll just have to return sometime for a real vacation.