Cells Planets by Chanticleer

Time of our lives

December 4 is Take Your Child to a Bookstore Day ('til then, you can take anyone else)

Historian John Hope Franklin On the 1898 Wilmington Riots

'I REMEMBER, SO I'M VOTING, AND NOT REPUBLICAN.'

Consequences of Gay Marriage

Go Giants!

This is how the the front office would prefer people see Tim Lincecum, but to some of San Francisco...

Just as long as they they send the Rangers back to Texas with some sourdough bread, Ghirardelli chocolates, and a, "No hard feelings!"

Obama! A Modern U.S. President (musical spoof)

Some Real American Heroes "It Gets Better" (Broadway sings for the Trevor Project)

FCKH8

PROP 8 TRIBUTE by Matthew Machelli

By chance I found a link of a link to their site (http://www.badrubbish.com) that can be reached by clicking on the title at the top of this post. It was just what I needed after OD'ing on one too many news stories about racist homophobic constipated extraterrestrials-disguised-as-humans and teen suicides. I've also added their site to my links that run alongside my posts.

Take as needed.

Wear purple on October 20

ONCE: Falling Slowly

Rent - Seasons of Love

FIVE YEARS! Forsan et haec olim memi nis se juvabit

Today is my blog's fifth anniversary.

Has it really been five years?!?

768 posts.

Still haven't finished the novel(s).

Yet a milestone, all the same. No bells, no whistles, just NPR playing in the background.

And still no time to read all my links.

Stop Bullying

An Important Message - From Ellen DeGeneres (Gay Suicide)

From "Another Country," by James Baldwin

He got off at the station named for the bridge built to honor the father of his country.

And walked up the steps, into the streets, which were empty. Tall apartment buildings, lightless, loomed against the dark sky and seemed to be watching him, see,ed to be pressing down on him. The bridge was nearly over his head, intolerably high; but he did not yet see the water. He felt it, he smelled it. He thought how he never before understood how an animal could smell water. But it was over there, past the highway, where he could see the speeding cars.

Then he stood on the bridge, looking over, looking down. Now the lights of the cars on the highway seemed to be writing an endless message, writing with awful speed in fine, unreadable script. There were muted lights on the Jersey shore and here and there a neon light advertising something somebody had for sale. He began to walk slowly to the center of the bridge, observing that, from this height, the city which had been so dark as he walked through it seemed to be on fire.

He stood at the center of the bridge and it was freezing cold. He raised his eyes to heaven. He thought, You bastard, you motherfucking bastard. Ain't I your baby, too? He began to cry. Something in Rufus which could not break shook him like a rag doll and splashed salt water all over his face and filled his throat and his nostrils with anguish. He knew the pain would never stop. He could never go down into the city again. He dropped his head as though someone had struck him and looked down at the water. It was cold and the water would be cold.

He was black and the water was black.

He lifted himself by his hands on the rail, lifted himself as high as he could, and leaned far out. The wind tore at him, at his head and shoulders, while something in him screamed, Why? Why? He thought of Eric. His straining arms threatened to break. I can't make it this way. He thought of Ida. He whispered, I'm sorry Leona, and then the wind took him, he felt himself going over, head down, the wind, the stars, the lights, the the water, all rolled together, all right. He felt a shoe fly off behind him, there was nothing around him, only the wind, all right, you Godalmighty bastard, I'm coming to you.

For Tyler Clementi

Tony Curtis 1925 - 2010

The quote that he'll always be fondly remembered for: "Yonder lies the castle of my fadder."

Autumn: Set the Tone: Change

Postcards from Hell's Kitchen: Set the Tone: Change: "'If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -- Gail Sheehy