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markormarky: "[Sarah Palin] really does have star-power, i mean how can you not look at the freak show? she is the neo-cons anna nicole smith."
The Farrah Sci-Fi Tribute
Maybe I need to download Logan's Run and then Saturn V. For the amount of acting talent in the latter, it is deliciously bad
But Is It Evil?
What We Do On Sunny Weekends Here
Gleaming
Gleaming
Gleaming
"The problem with Live Journal is that we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. Hence, I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don’t know about you."
Mike
Mike was someone I saw at parties and at the gym very often. We had started conversations, asking how we were, which event we were hitting this weekend, and hanging out a bit when we saw each-other at one. A week ago he came into the gym and I asked him how he was. "Not good," he said, and showed me his elbow where there was an insect bite of some kind, surrounded by a red patch around 3" in diameter. It was tender, and he felt under the weather. Obviously he was poisoned.
-- "I didn't kow England had poisonous insects."
"Obviously at least one."
That was the last I ever saw him. Today at the gym his picture was on the wall with his birth date, a few months after mine, and his death date, three days ago. Upon further inquiry with the staff I found out he had died from an MRSA, or however you spell it; an infection resistant to antibiotics. The insect had been venomous because of the bacteria it carried.
I am not writing this for sympathy comments, but to just tell you all that hypochondriacs probably live longer. If you feel like shit and have a big red painful blotch, do not tough it out, even if you think it is from a spider. Go see a healthcare pro. We die from this shit these days.
Plug
With the amounts of protein I consume, I cannot afford store-bought, or brand names of any kind. And considering what MetRX et al charge for the waste byproduct of making cheese from milk with added beetroot and some dried tasty powder, its kind of a rip-off anyway. So I mostly do mail-order.
Which leads to the fun of how residential shipping is done here in the UK. Parcelforce, which seems t be the main shipper, doesn't seem to believe in leaving sticky notes on your door telling you they tried and will try again, or leave instructions where to leave the package, or when would be convenient. They basically try to make a neighbor take it and leave a note they gave it to them in your mail. Which was, um, strange to me, and inconventient as well when the shop they gave it to was only open weekdays from 9-5, for example. I was slightly moritfied anither time when they gave it to the neighbors next door and I had to ring the bell at 10PM. And recently, it simply did not arrive at all.
I had ordered a couple of bags of whey from MyProtein.co.uk, whom I really like, and it kept just not arriving. Finally I checked the shipping number and saw somebody had signed for my protein, with a name I did not know and a signature consisting of two lines. I sent mail to MyProtein, they said Parcelforce said it had been received, I answered 3 people lived in my building including me and nobody had that name, MyProtein said Parcelforce would ask their driver -- like he would be able to remember anything 3 weeks later -- and when that proved fruitless, they overnighted me another box.
Oh yeah, they did get me my product, fast. I am keeping myprotein, but I am avoiding ParcelForce where I can.
With Fareena in an organic eatery on Shoreditch High Street. 10000 experiences and I will have them all.
Green Shirt Thursdays
40 Years
I don't do enough volunteering. I prefer to just donate, but I do not do enough of that lately either. But one thing I do do in life, usually without trying, is make sure everyone who has ever worked or spent time with me knows they have been around a homo. I am out. I never hide.
Quite frankly, I can't.
There's no in-your-facing, never anymore huge drama self-disclosure, no badges or logos. I just am so very visibly, un-self-censored gay. It hangs around me like a cloud. Can't explain what it is I do or look like, but I have always had it.
Most of my youth I though being so peg-able was a curse. I hated it. It caused me no ends of grief. It hurt. I wanted to be invisible. Now I know it is my contribution. Because everyone being here and visible as humans, going about their lives, who know it is basic justice to be themselves, is what changes opinions, and thus the world.
I'd like to leave my share in that change behind. It is how we say thank you to the ones who had so much more to lose when they themselves said 'enough'. And it is what pride means to me: I am proud to be part of that change of letting everyone be themselves by not compromising being the gay person I am.
In Passing
Summer Night
Happy!
ICA
All Mine!
The Guardians Hold The Clouds
The Park Around The Corner
The Park Around The Corner
The Tunnel To The Station
Today:
Woke at 8.30, first work emails and huge breakfast in bed, shower, off to Chalk Farm.
10 PM - 4PM Wireframes being made at the flat of my team lead overlooking a garden with a huge tree rustling in the wind and soft rain, for the first phase of a learning resources extension for a social developers site I am currently co-curating. Went over 3 other projects as well.
with 12 PM break for panini at the deli around the very cute corner. Primrose Hill is very romantic and pretty, especially in a light spring drizzle.
4 - 6.30 Tube ride back home, eat a snack, pack bag, gym. Talked to people there. Post-workout shake, buy protein bar at the counter for later, then on to a bus from Vauxhall (south of the river, near my neighborhood) to Regent Street (city shopping center).
7.15 PM In a club between Regent & Carnaby Streets for a clothing-exchange party for a good cause based on having signed up by following a Tweet of someone I follow and barely know. I just went and brought a pair of new Londsdale sneaker shoes cluttering my closet (I had two pair of these, almost identical) and Gianfranco Ferré trousers that were too low on the hips for me to ever have been comfortable in. The hostess was happy there was another guy (I counted 5), put my items on the clothing racks, and gave me hard candy in return as tokens to exchange for an equal amount of new clothes. The room was filled with bloggers and promoters and twitterers, mostly female, mostly late 20s, very hot -- if I were a straight guy I would have so wanted to be there. When 8 hit they just lunged to the racks and started looking and getting as many items as they had brought. We all got goodie bags, and all I did was meet new people and listen to stories. Yelp UK was sponsoring the night as part of their word-of-mouth marketing as they get over here, and I actually gave on of my candies to one of the promoters so she could get this dress that she wanted. I was told my shoes had flown off the rack. Everybody wanted to know each-other's Twitter handle. "So, wait, you're just @fj?"
21:30 PM Go back home, and have a liquid dinner; I couldn't stand cooking. What, stop looking at me like that, you know I don't drink alcohol. It was a splash of OJ, banana, frozen fruit, a teaspoon of a mixture of Omega 3, 6, and 9 oils, a small probiotic drink, all mixed together, over grape nuts. I was very happy. Then I watched some Golden Girls on YouTube. Time for bed.
These are the kinds of days I came to London for. I'd better have them.
Far, But Not Far Enough
40 Years of Stonewall next month.
The lesson still is that you can't make them keep their promises of equality by just sitting in the corner. They won't listen if all you are is meek and amusing and nice.
FJ!! & JPeace, ep 17: "FJ!! & Jpeace... Discuss The Relationship Between Modern Art And The Internet
jpeace: ( Note the title, please: )
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markormarky: "[Sarah Palin] really does have star-power, i mean how can you not look at the freak show? she is the neo-cons anna nicole smith."
The Farrah Sci-Fi Tribute
Maybe I need to download Logan's Run and then Saturn V. For the amount of acting talent in the latter, it is deliciously bad
But Is It Evil?
"But Is It Evil?", London, Leica C-LUX 3, 2009
What We Do On Sunny Weekends Here
"What We Do On Sunny Weekends Here", London, Leica C-LUX 3, 2009
Gleaming
"Gleaming", Nokia E71, London, 2009
Gleaming
"Gleaming", Nokia E71, London, 2009
Gleaming
"Gleaming", Nokia E71, London, 2009
"The problem with Live Journal is that we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. Hence, I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don’t know about you."
Mike
Mike was someone I saw at parties and at the gym very often. We had started conversations, asking how we were, which event we were hitting this weekend, and hanging out a bit when we saw each-other at one. A week ago he came into the gym and I asked him how he was. "Not good," he said, and showed me his elbow where there was an insect bite of some kind, surrounded by a red patch around 3" in diameter. It was tender, and he felt under the weather. Obviously he was poisoned.
-- "I didn't kow England had poisonous insects."
"Obviously at least one."
That was the last I ever saw him. Today at the gym his picture was on the wall with his birth date, a few months after mine, and his death date, three days ago. Upon further inquiry with the staff I found out he had died from an MRSA, or however you spell it; an infection resistant to antibiotics. The insect had been venomous because of the bacteria it carried.
I am not writing this for sympathy comments, but to just tell you all that hypochondriacs probably live longer. If you feel like shit and have a big red painful blotch, do not tough it out, even if you think it is from a spider. Go see a healthcare pro. We die from this shit these days.
Plug
With the amounts of protein I consume, I cannot afford store-bought, or brand names of any kind. And considering what MetRX et al charge for the waste byproduct of making cheese from milk with added beetroot and some dried tasty powder, its kind of a rip-off anyway. So I mostly do mail-order.
Which leads to the fun of how residential shipping is done here in the UK. Parcelforce, which seems t be the main shipper, doesn't seem to believe in leaving sticky notes on your door telling you they tried and will try again, or leave instructions where to leave the package, or when would be convenient. They basically try to make a neighbor take it and leave a note they gave it to them in your mail. Which was, um, strange to me, and inconventient as well when the shop they gave it to was only open weekdays from 9-5, for example. I was slightly moritfied anither time when they gave it to the neighbors next door and I had to ring the bell at 10PM. And recently, it simply did not arrive at all.
I had ordered a couple of bags of whey from MyProtein.co.uk, whom I really like, and it kept just not arriving. Finally I checked the shipping number and saw somebody had signed for my protein, with a name I did not know and a signature consisting of two lines. I sent mail to MyProtein, they said Parcelforce said it had been received, I answered 3 people lived in my building including me and nobody had that name, MyProtein said Parcelforce would ask their driver -- like he would be able to remember anything 3 weeks later -- and when that proved fruitless, they overnighted me another box.
Oh yeah, they did get me my product, fast. I am keeping myprotein, but I am avoiding ParcelForce where I can.
With Fareena in an organic eatery on Shoreditch High Street. 10000 experiences and I will have them all.
Green Shirt Thursdays
40 Years
I don't do enough volunteering. I prefer to just donate, but I do not do enough of that lately either. But one thing I do do in life, usually without trying, is make sure everyone who has ever worked or spent time with me knows they have been around a homo. I am out. I never hide.
Quite frankly, I can't.
There's no in-your-facing, never anymore huge drama self-disclosure, no badges or logos. I just am so very visibly, un-self-censored gay. It hangs around me like a cloud. Can't explain what it is I do or look like, but I have always had it.
Most of my youth I though being so peg-able was a curse. I hated it. It caused me no ends of grief. It hurt. I wanted to be invisible. Now I know it is my contribution. Because everyone being here and visible as humans, going about their lives, who know it is basic justice to be themselves, is what changes opinions, and thus the world.
I'd like to leave my share in that change behind. It is how we say thank you to the ones who had so much more to lose when they themselves said 'enough'. And it is what pride means to me: I am proud to be part of that change of letting everyone be themselves by not compromising being the gay person I am.
In Passing
"In Passing", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
Summer Night
"Summer Night", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
Happy!
"Happy!", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
ICA
"ICA", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
All Mine!
"All Mine!", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
The Guardians Hold The Clouds
"The Guardians Hold The Clouds", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
The Park Around The Corner
"The Park Around The Corner", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
The Park Around The Corner
"The Park Around The Corner", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
The Tunnel To The Station
"The Tunnel To The Station", London, Leica C-Lux 3, 2009
Today:
Woke at 8.30, first work emails and huge breakfast in bed, shower, off to Chalk Farm.
10 PM - 4PM Wireframes being made at the flat of my team lead overlooking a garden with a huge tree rustling in the wind and soft rain, for the first phase of a learning resources extension for a social developers site I am currently co-curating. Went over 3 other projects as well.
with 12 PM break for panini at the deli around the very cute corner. Primrose Hill is very romantic and pretty, especially in a light spring drizzle.
4 - 6.30 Tube ride back home, eat a snack, pack bag, gym. Talked to people there. Post-workout shake, buy protein bar at the counter for later, then on to a bus from Vauxhall (south of the river, near my neighborhood) to Regent Street (city shopping center).
7.15 PM In a club between Regent & Carnaby Streets for a clothing-exchange party for a good cause based on having signed up by following a Tweet of someone I follow and barely know. I just went and brought a pair of new Londsdale sneaker shoes cluttering my closet (I had two pair of these, almost identical) and Gianfranco Ferré trousers that were too low on the hips for me to ever have been comfortable in. The hostess was happy there was another guy (I counted 5), put my items on the clothing racks, and gave me hard candy in return as tokens to exchange for an equal amount of new clothes. The room was filled with bloggers and promoters and twitterers, mostly female, mostly late 20s, very hot -- if I were a straight guy I would have so wanted to be there. When 8 hit they just lunged to the racks and started looking and getting as many items as they had brought. We all got goodie bags, and all I did was meet new people and listen to stories. Yelp UK was sponsoring the night as part of their word-of-mouth marketing as they get over here, and I actually gave on of my candies to one of the promoters so she could get this dress that she wanted. I was told my shoes had flown off the rack. Everybody wanted to know each-other's Twitter handle. "So, wait, you're just @fj?"
21:30 PM Go back home, and have a liquid dinner; I couldn't stand cooking. What, stop looking at me like that, you know I don't drink alcohol. It was a splash of OJ, banana, frozen fruit, a teaspoon of a mixture of Omega 3, 6, and 9 oils, a small probiotic drink, all mixed together, over grape nuts. I was very happy. Then I watched some Golden Girls on YouTube. Time for bed.
These are the kinds of days I came to London for. I'd better have them.
Far, But Not Far Enough
40 Years of Stonewall next month.
The lesson still is that you can't make them keep their promises of equality by just sitting in the corner. They won't listen if all you are is meek and amusing and nice.
FJ!! & JPeace, ep 17: "FJ!! & Jpeace... Discuss The Relationship Between Modern Art And The Internet
jpeace: ( Note the title, please: )