I'll admit it: I look good in soft pink and powder blue and creamy yellow -- it must be my pasty-white Nebraska skin that reflects those colors back into the world that makes me look truly alive instead of ghostly-dead.
When I grew up in Nebraska, men who wore pink or pastels or creams were men who were secure in their sexuality and unafraid of being stereotyped by other straight men and women as "on-the-fence" or "in-the-opposite-mix."
Growing up in Nebraska you didn't have many Gay people who where "out" because it was dangerous to do so back then.
Well that was ugly.
Today at 4:40pm Eastern we experienced a wholesale loss of services from Media Temple, my expensive hosting provider, and that complete and total failure of redundant website hosting, FTP, email and everything else that I am virtually made of demonstrates just how awful and tender and fragile technology is on the internet and how poor planning can come around and chomp even a good company on the behind.
There was a news report the other day tolling the death knell for male chivalry in the city because "gender equality" now means men no longer feel obligated by the historic expectation of society to give up their train or bus or subway seat to a woman.
We all know what a traditional Spammer looks and smells like. They overload your blog with links to diet pills and fat creams and breast enhancers and penis extenders. You can smell their nastiness permeating across the universe.
Is there a universal ideal of physical human beauty that crosses cultural, moral, aesthetic, religious and ethnic lines all over the world?
If someone starts talking to you by saying, "With all due respect..." beware you will soon to be disrespected!
If I offered you a gift -- and you must accept the gift and you must use the gift only on yourself -- which one of these two things would you choose: Getting plastic surgery; or receiving a killer new computer setup?
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When we lived in the Alphabet City part of the East Village in New York City our apartment building was located one block away from a fire station and two blocks from a hospital.
Having on-duty firemen and working doctors and nurses as your neighbors was a great comfort in a dangerous city, but one of the requirements of having such close proximity to first responders was dealing with the continuous caw of sirens 24 hours a day.
Have you noticed -- in your personal life or in your work life -- when someone is cut loose or leaves of their own mind how that person heading away is usually demonized by those left behind?
Is that demonization a necessary means to restore order caused by the one leaving or is that character assassination merely a frivolous attempt to fill the hole created by the one who left by those who remain?
Why is it so hard to stay neutral and wish someone well without having to mock them behind their back later or cloak them in a veil of evil in order to move forward?
Why does it seem the longer we live the more we cry in front of other people?
Do we cry more because of our maturing emotions?
Do we cry more because our bodies are breaking down and we are losing control?
Or do we cry more because we no longer need to hide who we are in the world?
It seems the "private cry" years are between ages 10-30 -- at least for many men -- and after 30 the "cry eye enigma" gives the "dry eye syndrome" a run for its money.
If something catastrophic happened to you computer -- theft, hurricane, lightning strike -- would you be able to restore your machine to its pristine presence before the accident?
Do you backup your vital data?
What frames the Four Corners of your world?
Show us.
Use a few words, four images and some connective tissue to weave your corners for us.
Use digital images. Draw your corners by hand. Create a collage and digitize it for web publication. Invent a whole new way to share your sight with us.
I was scheduled to serve my first day of Jury Duty today but since New Jersey is closed for business due to a budget crisis I am here with you instead.
As we celebrate freedom and independence today in America, let's not forget that freedom was won in blood and earned in sweat and a cornerstone of our freedom is the safety in sowing narrow views that may not be a part of the mainstream liking.
When a president makes a partisan, political, speech on the Fourth of July in front of American troops who are not allowed to disagree with him, we begin to see a puppet show pretending to be leadership where a bobbing-head politician pontificates in front of a solemn and mute military audience beaten down by dust and bones.
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