Talulah in her backpack and gentle lead.
***UPDATE*** I posted this photo on my phone last night, and for some reason it was password protected. You probably thought it was pornographic or something.
Just like faith … it’s smoke in mirrors.
If the GIF doesn’t appear to animate for you, click on the image. It will open up in a new window. The photoshop changes will blow you away.
Dan Savage is a badass. He’s actively helping the cause of homosexuality in the public sphere. I respect and admire that.
This video (below) is a great push for gay rights and for furthering the already changing zeitgeist. It’s the result of lifetimes of torment.
When you hear the part about their adoption, it’s a great moment.
What blows me away is that the torment of hate toward homosexuality still exists. I hate ignorance, and even wondering about whether homosexuality is okay or not is an abomination to academic thought and rational logic.
The pockets of hate happen to be pintpointable to places that idolize conservatism and religion. When I told my brother-in-law about the possibility we’d move to the suburbs, I could see in his face the torment of memories. I said, “You can come out and visit us.”
And he said, “Why would I ever want to visit there?”
His disgust for idiocy blinded him from seeing that he might want to visit his sister and I.
He hated growing up in the suburbs. He sees the city as the opposite of hate. It offers tolerance and acceptance. I’m sure he’ll live his whole damn life in the city, because small-minded dumbasses made his life hell in the outskirts.
One of my biggest and weirdest regrets is how I fell for the ideology that homosexuality is wrong. I hate how those ideas manifested into words, sentences and hate speech in every day conversations. And for what? Because I was taught that kind of behavior was “love.”
My brother-in-law is right; the city is a haven for diversity and acceptance of different ideas. If there were a god, I would thank him or her for the city. Because at least that would show some essence of power.
Anyway, enjoy the video and pass it on if you get a chance.
And conservatives are irked that we would treat this woman with any more disdain than that dumbass Sarah Palin.
Maybe we should give her a chance. Here’s one now:
I thought I was the only one.
I love the image of Jesus spanking the little girl.
How many of you were taught that god was the parent who needs to give “tough love” to his followers?
The last three days I’ve been shooting downtown at The Merchandise Mart. I’ve been scheduling posts way ahead of time so you guys have something to look forward to around here.
I was shooting at a casual furnishings show. It features some beautiful furniture and accessories for outdoor living. You’d be blown away by some of the things people put on their patios. The trend is to put outdoor furniture inside, because its often beautiful enough to cross over.
Hell, you’d be blown away by how much some people can spend on that stuff.
If I were going to get into the furniture business, I would make sure I had a casual line on my showroom floor. It appears that despite the economic downturn, the casual folks have experiences less hardship.
I’ve been shooting interviews of the top-manufacturers head honchos. All of them explained in great detail how well their division of the furniture industry is doing … and none of them complained a bit.
Today or tomorrow, I’m hoping to wrap up a rough edit of the video I’m putting together for the Asia trip. Tina is very enthusiastic about it. I’m not as thrilled. It’s been a lot of work, and should I do it tomorrow, I’d do a lot differently.
Talulah is doing great. We’ve been working hard walking on leash. She is a work dog and wants badly to forge ahead. There is no treat great enough to stop it. I’ve gone out for hours switching directions when she pulls and putting treats on the ground by my feet. Once she’s in a forward motion for more than 30 seconds, it’s over. She’s in forward motion.
We tried a gentle lead that didn’t work. It was recommended by a nice guy at the humane society. It supposedly pulled the knees together. But she didn’t care.
I bought another gentle lead that goes over her nose and forces her to not charge ahead. It’s great because you don’t jerk it at all. It works really well, but she can’t open her mouth all the way, and I don’t want to depend on it every time I’m out with her. I want her to be a good girl.
There’s a dog walker in my neighborhood who has two pits and some mutt. He lets those dogs pull him everywhere. I’m embarrassed for him.
I saw a trick on The Dog Whisperer to walk with an umbrella. When she gets out of “heel”, you gently push her chest back. Yanking with a dog like Talulah only encourages more pulling. I’ve tried the umbrella once, and it’s a good option. We also got her a darling backpack that I’m going to take her out in today.
Oh, and she has these bumps formed under her coat that seem to be an allergic reaction. Tina and I are taking her to the vet this evening to see if they can shed some light.
Thanks for everyone’s advice on the Suburban Life post. The overwhelming response seemed to be positive toward staying urban. I didn’t get any pro-suburbanites.
This weekend should be pretty laid back. Like I said, I’ll be editing. I’ll be blogging this weekend so all you abandoners don’t have to stay away too long.
… The rest of you can go fly a kite.
So a C, an E-flat and a G walk into a bar. The bartender says, “sorry, but we don’t serve minors.” So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
A D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, “Excuse me. I’ll just be a second.” Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, “Get out! You’re the seventh minor I’ve found in this bar tonight.”
E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, “you’re looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development.” Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural. Eventually, C, who had passed out under the bar the night before, begins to sober up and realizes in horror that he’s under a rest.
So, C goes to trial, is convicted of contributing to the diminution of a minor and sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an up scale correctional facility. The conviction is overturned on appeal, however, and C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he’s only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest and closes the bar.