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Really? Seriously? They named a service station KUM & GO????
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Nov. 15th, 2009 @ 03:47 pm
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( bisexuality - youtube blog-thing )
This guy would really like comments, and I'm all for letting him have them. He's got some good points about why it's ridiculous to say bisexuality doesn't exist - and then some.
Direct link to his video is at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9JtmJN6SGY
Don't forget to rate ;)
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Rex lives on his family's 500 acre corn and soybean farm in Toledo, IA. When he invited me to visit, I expected to spend most of my time on the farm, but he had other plans. He wanted to give me a good taste of Iowa in the short time I would be there. It was a weekend full or adventure!
Our first stop Friday afternoon was to see the Matchstick Marvels in Gladbrook, IA, amazingly intricate sculptures created by Iowa native Patrick Acton using matchsticks!
Here are some of the models we saw:
The USS Iowa Battleship - 137,000 Matchsticks:
American Bald Eagle - 15,000 Matchsticks:
SR-71 Blackbird Fighter Jet - 17,000 Matchsticks:
P-51 Mustang Fighter Plane - 15,000 Matchsticks:
The Wright Flyer - 10,000 Matchsticks
Christopher Columbus' Santa Maria - 27,000 Matchsticks
 
Crooked House - 300,000 Matchsticks:
   
The Space Shuttle Challenger - 200,000 Matchsticks:
The U.S. Capitol Building - 478,000 Matchsticks:
     
 
And his most recent project, yet to be completed:
Minas Tirith, the City of Kings from the Lord of the Rings - 420,000 Matchsticks to date:
   
After the matchstick museum, we went back to the farm where Rex's mother had lunch prepared, all fresh veggies from their garden - corn, tomatoes, cucumbers... yummmm. The next adventure Rex had planned was going to an authentic Native American Pow Wow. The main ceremony consisted of drummers and singer surrounded by dancer in vivid traditional costumes.
 
Rex surprised me by booking a room at a nice hotel in downtown Des Moines, so I could get a taste of city life as well as the country. It was pretty late when we checked in, so we just hung out in the room and turned in early so we could be rested for the long saturday he had planned for us.
Saturday morning, we went to the Des Moines farmer's market, which was, to my surprise, one of the nicest markets in the country, consistently rated in the top 5.
A few interesting thing I saw there:
Exotic Mushrooms:
Uncle Wendell's BBQ: OK... read the sign... "Suck Off the Bone"
Uh huh... and it has a happy piggy face over flames... MMM... HOT PIG!!! OINK!
And... not really part of the market, but...
Fong's Pizza? Really? Chinese Pizza?
And look... a book about a bear triad....
After the market we went to some really fun shops: an artisan home ware store, a gay card shop, an antique gallery and a flea market - those mid-westerners love their junk...
rows ...
and rows...
and rows...
and rows of it!
Wow! I don't think they ever throw anything away - just like my mom - she keeps EVERYTHING.
At least it's not all sitting in a landfill somewhere polluting the planet!
I shouldn't be mean... I've actually found some pretty cool stuff at flea markets and thrift stores.
For the evening, Rex and I went to a wine tasting and hot air ballon festival. The wine tasting featured 15 wineries and you got to taste a wine from each. The balloons weren't flying due to high winds, but it was still a fun evening and the fireworks show was beautiful!
The grape crushing contest:
Rex:
I loved this wine label:
Even though the balloons didn't fly, they inflated one on the ground:
The fireworks show was really spectacular!
We ended the night by going out to some bars in downtown Des Moines. There was a huge street party going on and it was CRAZEEE!!!
There was karaoke at one bar so I sang a song. There was one drunk-ass bitch who kept almost falling down. This really sweet black girl came up to us and said, "Why are the hot hairy men always gay?" What fun!
Sunday was a bit more laid back. Rex took me to a gay nude camp out by the river. We got come cheese, crackers and fruit - the kind you eat - and had a naked picnic! I started reading "Buddhism: Plain and Simple" while I laid on a blanket in the sun.
We drove back to the farm where Rex let me drive the old John Deere tractor just before the clouds let loose a huge rain storm. Before I got too wet, we said goodbye and I was on my way down the road again!
Rex, Thank you so much for an amazing visit to Iowa. I never knew it could be so much fun. Just goes to show, it's who you know!
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I love me my Pine-Sol, always have, always will. Why? I can smell the damn stuff. This poor Virgo is cursed with an abysmal sense of smell, all my allergies, asthma and whatnot, so that whenever I come across a scented household cleaning product I'm in Virgo Heaven. Chlorine Bleach? Who cares if they used it to gas the trenches in WWI - Clorox Means Clean! And don't get me going on how much I love me my lemon-scented ammonia. Mmmmm! |
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Calling this a vanity post would be correct in multiple senses. First, though, let's do the appropriate thing and start with here's David Bowie's 1980 single "Fashion".
As life continues, I've becoming increasingly interested in developing a personal sense of style: clothing particularly, appearance more generally. There's the example of my friends here in Toronto, which is always valuable and appreciated. I also quite enjoy Russell Smith's 2005 Men's Style, and not only because he's a fellow Queen's University alumnus. But I'm also a very big fan of the principle of parallax. Also, I quite like textual records.
So. How did you do it? How do you do it?
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Current Word Count: Tangerine, 65, 404 words
What I’m Reading Now: Under the Dome, by Stephen King
At Starbucks now. Of course I am, and it’s good. They’re playing some sweet soul music above and I haven’t had to put my headphones on once. It’s Sunday morning and I’m on the evenest keel I’ve been on in a long, long time.
Mark’s in the area. He’s gymming while I’m writing, proving once again that the proximity of Boston Sports Clubs to Starbuckses is too frequent to be merely coincidental. Later on, we’re going to Target, and after that, we’re heading back to my house to rewatch episodes of 30 Rock and Parks and Recreation (which, by the way, needs to be written up in some future thesis on television, as a show that can have a completely atrocious first season and then, inexplicably, turn it all around in season two to be not only watchable, but re-watchable. All of the elements are the same and yet somehow it’s a completely different show. In less than a year, it went from Amy Poehler’s Regrettable Experiment to one of the funniest shows on TV. Amazing.)
I left Mark at the gym (after some serious theater talk, which I eat with a spoon) and on the way to my novel, I stopped at Game Stop and, um. Made a Purchase. And my Purchase didn’t break the bank or put me in financial straits or leave me hungry for the next three days. This is financial growth. This is what happens when you work again.
I got to the Bux and placed my order and as I stood waiting for it, I happened to glance down at my feet. My red Chucks, right there, holding me up. And I flashed to last night, during which – after a great night of comedy – Steve picked up Shawn and the three of us went for late-night IHOP, only to be joined by Bobby and Claire and TC and his daughter, who took one look at my Spaceship Earth tattoo and cracked up. I assume this is because she is nine, and doesn’t understand what to do when confronted with Absolute Awesome.
Down at my Chucks, down at my Chucks and it occurred to me that, aside from my minor mood swing on Wednesday, I have been having a really terrific run of it. Not mind-blasting amazing like last weekend at Springsteen with Marty. Not drear lonely low, like I get sometimes when the rainbow is enuf. Just … even. There is such a wonderful balance in even.
This hasn’t happened in a good long time, not since I was going to Rocky Horror every weekend and seeing Tracey all the time and living in Quincy. I had that minor epiphany, looking down at my faded red sneakers, that I was doing everything right for once. This is where I’m supposed to be, this is what I’m supposed to be doing, and my choices are, right now, all the right ones. Do you have any idea how perfect it is to feel like this? How sublimely perfect.
I’m going to be on LiveJournal more in the coming days. The reasons why are a little obvious, but I’ll be explaining them more tomorrow. Right now, I’m just going to enjoy the quiet happiness I’ve managed to attain this Sunday morning. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.
Kev
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One happy weekend day at the beginning of this month, I walked down a residential street in the Annex just when the yellow leaves were settling down into the future leaf-mulch carpet.
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Nov. 15th, 2009 @ 12:02 pm
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MY NEW FAVORITE MOVIE...."ACROSS THE UNIVERSE" IS PRETTY AMAZING.
Below is the "I want to hold your hand" from the film...with some wonderful Julie Taymor touches of "football ballet"
D out
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 Recently, the Season 3 episodes fell from the sky, and I've been reminding myself how much I enjoyed this show when it first ran. I don't think it's saying too much to say that it was a positive influence on my interest in science. I have the Season 1 & 2 DVD set ... which came out 4 or 5 years ago. I admit I'd thought that with that kind of gap that for some reason they weren't going to release more. Here's hoping the rest will come out on a more reasonable schedule.
And I have to admit, I especially like the episodes where Dr. Astin gets to set aside his role of Bureaucrat and show that he's still a doctor too.
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Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 11:22 pm
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From FB:"Ok, So I'm a fan of these ghost hunting shows. I saw my 2nd Ghost Lab show. They need to rename it Ghost Daddies. Bears on paranormal manhunts as they try and get the ghosts out of the closets!!!! I bet u they will get a goood EVP and it will say...Woof!! It's just too funny. I have seen them all at the S.F. Eagle beer bust I just know it!!!!"
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