Hillary Is A Killer!
I went up to Ptown for the Thanksgiving week. I had a nice, relaxing, week, but with the wind it was brutally cold. But I survived. The wind and the cold reminded me that last year my electrical bill in the winter was insane. And I wasn't even there. Per my condo rules, I have to keep the thermostat at 55 degrees so that the pipes don't freeze. And I guess doing that cost me a lot of money last year.
So this year I thought I would take some time to winterize my condo. Put weatherstrips down, some caulk around the window, etc. I'm lucky that there is a hardware store just around the corner so when I forget stuff (which I always do) I can just walk back over.
On my second trip to pick up weather strips, I was in line behind a guy who was asking about bumper stickers:
"I"m looking for a bumper sticker." - Random Guy.
"They are all over there," says the Guy Behind The Counter.
"I"m looking for a specific one." - RG
"They are all over there. That's what we have." - GBTC
"I'm looking for one that says 2016 Election = Disaster." - RG
And then it happens:
"Well that's all we have. And I'm not sure I agree it was a disaster. I'm glad Trump won. Hillary is a killer. I don't want a killer to be President and Hillary is a killer."
Now I had stood in line minding my own business and was kind of amused about the bumper sticker conversation until we got to the "Hillary is a killer" line.
So Ptown is blue. Like not even Navy blue. Try deep indigo blue. But I'm sure there are Trump supporters there, but the whole "Hillary is a Killer" thing threw me for a loop.
Look, I know there's an argument to be made that she was somehow responsible for the deaths in Bengazi. But there have been something like 8 official investigations and they all prove she didn't do anything wrong. And even if she did, I really don't think you can call her a killer. But this guy was. Repeatedly.
I stood there and didn't say a word. The check outline is the wrong place to have any type of real conversation. And how do you talk with someone who is convinced that Hillary is a killer? What facts or basic elements of reason could I use at this point that he would listen to and actually consider? What could I say to change his mind?
So I just stood there until it was my turn, I paid for my purchase and left. Feeling more than a little bewildered and definitely very sad.
Why You Should Attend A Gay Wedding Now!
While you still can.
And no this isn't a political post.
I've been honored to attend two gay weddings this year. And they were both fabulous. I mean, that goes without saying, right? But more than that, they both touched me deeply.
Yes I'm a sucker for weddings and tend to get emotional. Shocker I know.
But witnessing two people profess their love for each other in front of their family, friends and community is a wonderful thing, right? In both instances the couples had been together a long time. One couple had been together for seventeen years! When they first met, gay marriage wasn't even a thing. Much less legal in all 50 states. They had loved each other, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, and now after all of these years they finally had the ability to get married! It was really wonderful and powerful to see and to be a part of.
Soon gay weddings will sort of disappear and there will just be "weddings". Oh, Tom and Joe met playing flag football three years ago, they got engaged last year, and now they are getting married. Boy meets boy (or girl meets girl!), they start dating, they fall in love, they get married. It's just the way things are. Routine. Normal.
And that's a great thing where young gay couples just assume they can get married. Like it's no big deal. That's such great progress.
But will their weddings have that sense of victory, of justice, of love succeeding against so many odds?
I'm not sure.
So if you get invited to a gay wedding.
I Can't Sell Science!
So I'm listening to the West Wing Weekly podcast, which is awesome, so I'm slowly re-watching the West Wing. Which I love. Such a great series. And it's really weird to be watching it 15 years later in the current political climate that we have today.
"I can't sell science" says the snarky pollster in response to a comment that the American Medical Association says that addiction is a medical issue. The argument is that more money needs to be put into treatment, not enforcement. And Toby responds, "It's science, why do we need to sell science?"
Because we do. For some reason science has become politicized in a way that sort of just boggles my mind. You can use facts to justify your opinion or your policies, but the facts themselves should be undeniable. And we shouldn't have to "sell" science.
Science is sexy. Without science we wouldn't have the internet, iPhones, snapchat, you name it. But for someone reason "science" fell out of favor. When you can create your own little dystopian version of reality and have "news channels" reinforce that version of reality, then we need to "sell science." That's just the sad state of affair we live in today.
But part of my, the decidedly un-Christian part of me, wants to go up to the science/fact deniers and say fine. If you don't believe in science. Then no more healthcare for you. Medicine is based on science. So if you don't believe in science, then I don't think you should have healthcare (unless it's the purely religious kind where you pray away your cancer and/or use voodoo dolls. What-evs.)
Now the even funnier thing is that in this episode, the challenge is that if you shift resources from enforcement to treatment that you'll be called "soft on crime." So true. But today there is a common understanding that the opioid addiction in our country is out of control and both political parties are looking at real, constructive, ways to deal with it. Based on science.
Oh the irony of it all.
Go Buy Me A Beer Bitch!
So first of all I want to say that I blame FitBit.
I bought a new FitBit, it stopped working, so I stopped using it. And then last weekend I spent like 2 hours trying to re-set the stupid thing so it would work again. And finally success! So now I get those stupid reminders that I'm X steps away from my daily goal. Bite me.
And so that's why I went for a walk tonight. Because obviously the 30 minutes I did the on the stair mill didn't count (which I think is total BS). So on a Friday night I went for an "urban hike." And no, calling it an urban hike doesn't make it any sadder that I'm going for a walk on a Friday night.
Anyways, I walked up 16th to U St and as I turned onto U St there was a little bodega and some drunk guy was yelling at his girlfriend, "Go Buy Me A Beer Bitch". Ah, modern love. The guy was not cute and the girl was meh. And drunk as well. It's not even 10PM, should you really be that drunk?
And that's how the walk started.
It was kind of interesting as I walked through the various micro-neighborhoods tand just people watched. Obviously U St had a plethora of hip young people, gay and straight, at the beginning of their evening. There were just getting ready to get their game on. As I made my way down Connecticut Ave towards Dupont Circle, we first start with the older couples who have just finished enjoying nice dinners on a Friday night. Some older gentleman is smoking a cigar outside of Ruth Chris. Of course. By the time I make it to Dupont Circle, the average age has dropped to early 20s. And very hipsterish. Sigh. Really? Shouldn't there be atleast some gays here. Then since I still am not close to 10,000 steps, I continue south of Dupont. Where the big straight clubs are and the very young women in the very short skirts. I finally decided that I need to head back home to use the facilities after the gallon of mint tea I had after the gym.
Still haven't met my daily step goal.
It's February Already?
So one month down and 11 to go. And I'm sort of off to an uneven start on my new years resolutions.
I did manage to go some place I've never been before: Honduras. As part the Big Gay Cruise we pulled into Roatan in Honduras. It was okay. The weather was kind of crappy so my excursion to the beach resort was kind of a bust. I think if you are a scuba person, then it might be worthwhile to go. Otherwise, I'm not too sure. We also went to Cozumel & Grand Caymen (where I only got off the ship to eat and find some wifi) as well as Belize. I actually highly recommend Belize. Not Belize City which apparently has the murder rate of Chicago, but the islands off of Belize or into the jungle to see the Mayan ruins. John and I went there for a week and had a blast (except when I threw my back out, but details).
The being healthy thing is still a work in progress. I came back from the cruise with a cold and my shoulder is still messed up, so my gym workouts are limited. But I'm trying. I had some very interesting moments on the BGC where I realized that I'm tired of being me. That I want to be someone else. Which I know is weird since my life doesn't suck that much at all. I'm pretty lucky/blessed. But it doesn't stop me from me wanting something else, to wanting to be someone else. And I know I'm limited by age and genetics, but still.
Spinning the subject wheel. I can't with politics these days. It's all so sad and depressing on so many fronts. And I fear the madness will only get worse. It's going to be a long 10 months till November.
More blogging soon!
So one of my new years resolutions is to start blogging again. And so here I am. Of course with me, nothing is ever easy and it basically took me all day to remember the email address and password that I used to start this here bloggy thing, but I'm BACK!
So resolutions. A good thing or a bad thing? Personally I'm on the fence about them. But I had an odd conversation the other night about resolutions. I was at dinner with some friends and they had another friend there (let's call him Jim). After some sort of depressing dinner conversation I thought I would spin the subject wheel and ask people what their New Years Resolutions were. Easy enough right? A little light hearted conversation starter, right?
So I think I started first and said what my resolutions are (more focus on health, travel new places, blog again). And Jim sort of interrupts me to ask why I'm not happy with myself. And that's where the conversation sort of went off the rails. It's not that I'm not happy with myself, in general, but that there are some things I'd like to do to make me better. And Jim didn't want to believe me. He stated that he was perfectly happy with his life and that he didn't think he needed to make any changes in his life. And that's a perfectly fine answer, but for me I'm not particularly happy with the status quo so I'd like to make some changes. Even his other friends were agreeing with me but the whole conversation was just a bit bizarro.
And I think as I approach a certain life milestone (cough, 50, cough) I think that if there are things that I can do to make myself better, to make myself feel better, then why shouldn't I be trying to make some changes.
I've seen the new Star Wars twice now and they've shown the Kung Fu Panda 3 trailer both times. In the trailer the old master says to the panda hero: "If you only do what you can do, you'll never be more than you are now." And I know that sounds like a bit of cliche, but it sort of resonated with me. I want to be more than what I am now.
One Year Ago Today
My sweet boo.
I love you.
I miss you.