Weird websearch of the day

Someone in Venezuela found this blog looking for penis "mail subscriber".

Living with bears IV

Nevada: Bear's last meal: Fresh goat
Florida: 'Repeat offender' bear, cubs trapped in Apopka-area yard
Tennessee: Bear's fate sealed long before attack

I'm a googling mouse potato...

but not a himbo drama queen. The Merriam-Webster Collegiate Dictionary added 100 words to its listing this year. I have ringtones, but no spyware (I hope). Nor do I have avaian influenza, a gastric bypass, a soul patch or a unibrow. But I have, I'm afraid, supersized.

Farewell, Martina

Martina Navratilova, my favorite tennis player of all time, has played her last match at Wimbledon. Amid the the hubbub of the same-sex marriage decision Thursday, I missed this. This is ironic, of course--Navratilova is lesbian.

Actually, she played and lost two matches Thursday, her quarter-final one in women's doubles, and her third round match in mixed doubles. The mixed was her final one, unfortunately out on Court 2, not on Centre Court, where a player with her history at Wimbledon should have bowed out. Her partner, Mark Knowles, was understandably tired after his record-breaking men's doubles match. Navratilova will remain tied with Billie Jean King for having won the most Wimbledon championships, 20--another irony, as she helped, practically carried, King to her last title in the 1979 doubles.

Yeah, I said 1979. Navratilova will be 50 in October. She retired once before, but returned after three years. She picked up one more Wimbledon title in 2003, the mixed with Leander Paes, to tie King.

She has said she will retire this year. So, good luck, Martina. Thanks for all the great tennis, and thanks for giving us older folk a reason to smile. I hope you find something as rewarding as tennis has been to occupy your life.

A bouquet of boats

is what I later found out the New York Times called it, which is a pretty good name. But I had no idea it existed until I approached the Lincoln Center Plaza to go to a New York Philharmonic concert last evening (review coming). I saw this huge, colorful, thing a block away, and I didn't know what it was. As I got closer, I saw it was a bunch of boats, just hanging in the air. It looked like a monumental boat crash. I didn't have any time to investigate, but I did manage to snap a quick picture with my camera phone.

It turns out this is "Big Pleasure Point," a sculpture by California artist Nancy Rubins. I found somewhat better pictures on flickr. It's just been put up in the last few days.

I'm looking forward to my next trip to Lincoln Center, so I can really get a good look at this thing. From what I did see, it looks wonderful.

Sad websearch of the day

It's still early, but I think this will hold up as the saddest of the day: transgender mary carillo. Mary Carillo transgender????

What this comes from, I think, is some of the people (probably all men) who dislike her commentating style saying she used to be a man, or at least questioning her birth sex. She states her opinions strongly, she doesn't defer to the men she works with, she doesn't act girly in any way, her voice is a bit low-pitched, so these yahoos think she can't be a woman.

Well, she is. She's given birth (twice I think). She's not transgender, or transsexual. She's just a woman. End of story.

Are things getting a bit uncomfortable in the White House?

So now it's been found that Secret Service logs show that Jack Abramoff, who has pled guilty to influence-peddling charges, made six visits to the White House in 2001, not just the two previously known ones. One was to Dick Cheney's domestic policy aide--just six days before one of Abramoff's associates was appointed assistant secretary of labor. I wonder what they talked about.

Abramoff is cooperating with the prosecutors. One White House official has already been convicted. I doubt he'll be the last.

Plat du jour

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Living with bears III

Florida: Bear Family Wanders In Driveway

NY Court of Appeals denies same-sex marriage

The New York State Court of Appeals (the highest court in the state) has rejected the argument that same-sex marriage is required by the NY State Constitution(decision text). The fight now moves to the State Legislature.

I don't have the time to discuss this right now--I've got to get ready for the rally about it. It's at 6:00pm at Sheridan Square (7th Ave South and Christopher St). In case of rain it will be held at the LGBT Center, 208 W 13.

Join me. You don't have to be gay to want equal rights for everyone.

There are also other rallies across the state:

Hudson Valley
Start time: 7:00 PM
Location: Memorial United Methodist Church (250 Bryant Avenue, White Plains)
Rain location: same location

Long Island
Start time: 7:30 PM
Location: 34 Park Avenue, Bay Shore; march to Bandshell (Main Street at Park Ave.)

Buffalo
Start time: 6:00 PM
Location: Bidwell Park (@ Elmwood Avenue)
Rain location: Unitarian Universalist Church, 695 Elmwood Avenue (corner of West Ferry & Elmwood)

Albany/Capital District
Start time: 6:00 PM
Location: Capitol Park (Washington Avenue & Swan Street, adjacent to the State Capitol Building)
Rain location: Emmanuel Baptist Church, 275 State Street

Rochester
Start time: 6:00 PM
Location: Washington Square Park
Rain location: First Unitarian Church of Rochester, 220 Winton Road South (coming from 490 take Exit #20 Winton Rd./University; coming from 590 take Exit #4 Highland Ave.)

Syracuse/Central NY
Start time: 7:00 PM
Location: Hanover Square (Downtown Syracuse)
Rain location: Hendrick's Chapel, Syracuse University

Living with bears II

California: Bear pays holiday visit
New York: Close Call after Woman Encounters Cubs, Mama Bear
Michigan: Bear ravages honey farm, taken away by DNR
Tennessee: Black bear caught

500 posts!

I've posted 500 articles on this blog. Actually, this is the 501st. OK, some of them haven't been particularly long. But still, I'm sort of amazed I've kept at it. I've been doing it for nearly 11 months. I've posted via a hotel room television, using a silly little wireless keyboard. I've posted from Spain. I could have posted from my cellphone, but I'm not that driven.

People keep reading it, so I guess I'll keep writing it. I shall blog on, as they say. And special thanks to those who leave comments.

What is he complaining about?

The men's doubles quarter-final at Wimbledon of Mark Knowles and Daniel Nesfor vs. Simon Aspelin and Todd Perry went a record six hours and nine minutes, 5-7, 6-3, 6-7 (5), 6-3, 23-21. It would have been longer had they not instituted the tiebreaker rule used in the third set.

Nesfor had the nerve to complain. He didn't like having to work so much. I really don't feel the least bit sorry for him. He and Knowles each won $24,931 more than the losers. Even with the match going that long, that's still $4,053.75 per hour played. Not exactly minimum wage.

You can't take it with you, but...

Assume for the moment that Kenneth Lay did not fake his own death, and that he wasn't murdered by agents of high Bush administration figures afraid of his testimony against them. Who else would profit by his death?

Last Friday prosecutors moved to seize $43.5 million they say Lay illegally earned at Enron. But his death apparently will block any seizure. The money will stay in his estate (unless the shareholders' lawsuits are successful).

So, my question is, what does Lay's will say? And does anyone think he would be noble enough to commit suicide to ensure the money goes to his heirs?

Nah.

Observation of the day (well, yesterday)

My supermarket put up pictures of its managers, I guess so it's easier to identify them. One is of the Front End Manager. But I saw no picture for a Rear End Manager.

Of course they don't have a Rear End Manager. But I asked, just to make sure.

You can't win them all

I see the Yankees got some revenge for last night on my Indians this evening, 11-3. Oh, well.

Plat du jour

Hi, Joe!

Living with bears I

There have been a number of news stories lately about the results of the increasingly overlapping domains of people and bears. There are bears in New Jersey, Tennessee, a multinational bear killed in Germany, and more out west. I see a trend. Now:
Tahoe Bear Swills Booze With Pizza Snack

Let's make very sure

Enron Founder Kenneth Lay Dies at 64
I mean, you don't suppose a convicted criminal facing maybe the rest of his life in jail might fake his own death? That's just fiction, right?

UPDATE: Now there are rumors floating around that he was killed because he was going to testify against high officials in the Bush administration in exchange for a lighter sentence.

Take that, George!

I'm not that much of a baseball fan. But I'm from Cleveland. That means I grew up rooting for the Indians. That means I grew up hating the Yankees. Even though I've lived in New York for over thirty years, I still root for the Indians. And I still hate the Yankees.

So when I saw the headline "Indians 19, Yankees 1" all I could do was smile, smile smile.

On top of which, today is Yankees owner George Steinbrenner's birthday, which makes the Yankees' loss even more enjoyable. I detest him. Not just because he bought the Yankees (after being thwarted in his attempt to buy the Indians), but because he was a big supporter of President Nixon. Too big. Steinbrenner was convicted of illegal campaign contributions and obstruction of justice. (At the end of his presidency, Ronald Reagan pardoned him--clearly an early sign of Reagan's mental deterioration.)

Steinbrenner's also just a thoroughly nasty person.

So happy birthday, George. I hope you really enjoy your little gift from the Indians. 19-1. Ha, ha, ha!

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Wordplay

Last night we saw Wordplay, a documentary about crossword puzzles and the American Crossword Puzzle Tournament. We went across the park and downtown (sorry about that--I couldn't help myself) to the Lincoln Plaza Cinemas for the Sundance Festival entrant.

The film centers on Will Shortz, the New York Times crossword puzzle editor and NPR "Puzzle Master," who founded the tournament in 1978. It explains a bit about how puzzles are constructed--which I find fascinating. It never occurred to me the clues are barely thought about until the puzzle itself is finished--or that Shortz as the editor modifies a great many of the clues on the puzzles that are submitted to him.

There are number of interviews with celebrity puzzle solvers--headlined by, as the credits list him, William Jefferson Clinton--who uses a felt-tip pen to do the Times puzzle. The Daily Show host Jon Stewart, NY Yankee pitcher Mike Mussina and the folk-rockers Indigo Girls are featured.

But the most interesting part of the film is the coverage of the 2005 tournament. The top contenders are profiled (including one who is gay--he's shown in a quick kiss with his partner, which the filmmakers had to fight to keep in), and they are shown going through the competition from the first puzzle through the finals--where the winner is determined from the top three standing on a stage and putting their answers up on boards for the audience to see. (They wear headphones so they can't hear the commentators--or the groans when they make a mistake.) The coverage of their talent show is precious.

It's an interesting hour and a half. I really haven't tried doing the Times puzzle for a number of years. Maybe I'll start again.

My week in review, part 2: Superman, Spelling Bee, Dada

FRIDAY: Superman Returns
I should have known better than to go to a 7:00pm showing of a popular comic book spinoff. The theater was packed, with a lot of kids whose parents decided to ignore the PG-13 rating of the film. Actually, most of the kids were quite well-behaved. It was the adults that were the problem. Most quieted down when the film actually started. But one...

She was in the row behind us, with a kid way too young to sit through a 2½+ hour movie of any rating. She thought the solution to the bored, fidgety kid was to talk to her--basically narrate the film: "See the man? That's Superman. He can fly." My wife asked her to be quiet. Her response was to switch her narration to Spanish.

So my wife asked her to be quiet in Spanish. This actually worked! Except that the kid now became more than fidgety. I heard the mother say, "Stop pulling my hair," but that didn't seem to help the situation. She took the kid and left--but not before cursing out my wife and calling her a bitch.

After that it got reasonably quiet--which was a good thing, because the volume of the audio was not all that high. But there was still one problem. Occasionally a woman in a wheelchair three rows back made some random sounds. I assume it was involuntary, but regardless, nobody was going to complain about her. So I did miss a word or two here and there.

The popcorn was pretty good, though.

Oh yes, the movie.

I liked it. I found it less comic book-ish than the previous Superman films. These were real, multi-dimensional people. Outside of the bad guys nobody was over-acting, and even they were relatively subdued. I really liked Kevin Spacey as Lex Luthor. He wasn't a super-villian, he was a criminal mastermind, able to use his brain power to thwart Superman's powers. Almost.

Everyone else handled their roles pretty well. Brandon Routh makes a fine Superman/Clark Kent--quite able to fill Christopher Reeve's shoes (and tights and boots as well). Kate Bosworth's Lois Lane was a bit understated (and a bit too young)--I didn't quite see the hard-driving, Pulitzer-winning reporter there. Sam Huntington was great as Jimmy Olsen. And Frank Langella makes an excellent Perry White--though I'm not quite sure I can buy his "Great Caesar's Ghost!" (I also can't buy a pool table on a boat.)

The story was good, the special effects wonderful. And everything is set up for the sequel.

SATURDAY: After a very nice meal at Caffe Cielo we walked over to the Circle in the Square Theatre for The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. I actually could have seen this a couple years ago when it was being developed at the Barrington Stage Company. It was being shown at their "Stage II," which was really the cafeteria of the Sheffield, MA high school the Company uses each summer. But we went there to see the Main Stage (the auditorium) production--I think it was Sweet Charity that year.

We missed it in the Berkshires, but the play followed us back to New York. So now we could see it here, in more comfortable seats, for not much more money--several Broadway shows were offering great deals for Independence Day week, maybe the worst week for the box office all year.

They've done the whole theatre over as a school--apparently one that covers at least middle and high schools, if not the entire K-12. There are banners for the "Putnam Piranhas" even in the upper lobby. Downstairs there is even more: childish-hand posters saying things like "Piranha Spirit! Join the school!" There are a host of plaques for "Student of the Week" and "Musician of the Month"--with real kids' pictures. (I noticed later that these were the names and presumably the real pictures of the people behind the production. The musician of the month was the show's conductor/pianist.) The restrooms are renamed "Boys" and "Girls."

There is also a sign-up desk for spellers. Four audience member volunteers are called up on to the stage and take part in the early rounds.

The spelling bee takes place in the school gym (not the auditorium, for some unknown reason). There are ropes hanging from the ceiling and a small set of bleachers where the spellers sit. There are also tons of banners attesting to Putnam's athletic acheivements.

The show is a lot of fun. Most of the original cast is still there, though not the Tony-winning Dan Fogler as William Morris Barfée (do NOT ignore the accent), who is now off making movies. They call up the four audience member-contestants to the stage. The ones at the performance I saw were able to get into it quite nicely, and went with the flow, as ad lib jokes were made about them, such as the one with the long name being announced as having won his school's bee by spelling his own name. An older woman in a kind of sweatsuit outfit was described as being on her school's mall-walking team. They are given the chance to stay on stage for quite a while--they do have to spell their words correctly, but their words aren't that difficult, at least at first. The audience is rooting for them, of course.

The "real" contestants are shown as a bunch of smart, nerdy but fairly likeable kids, except maybe Barfée, and even he comes around in the end. There's a lot of stereotyping, but nothing really derogatory. Each character, even the adults running the contest, gets a solo song.

The spellers are eliminated one by one, and eventually a champion emerges. There's a happy ending, and everyone gets to go home.

I stopped in the boys' room on the way out.

SUNDAY: We went to MoMA for Dada--the exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art on the Dada avant-garde art movement of the early 20th century. This was the first major exhibition in the United States on Dada, previously being shown at the National Gallery of Art in Washington before coming to New York. It originated at the Centre Pompidou in Paris.

I didn't know much about Dada before this. I'd seen a few things in general collections, but that was about it. I heard it was "anti-art." I pictured young artists rebelling against the art establishment and their pretty pictures.

The audioguide (free at MoMA!) explained that Dada sprung up simultaneously and independently in New York and Zurich in 1915 in reaction to World War I. Thus the exhibition, which is arranged geographically, has two entrances. I chose the one for New York--as did the other two Americans with me. The European in our group chose the Zurich one. Not terribly surprising.

I was immediately fascinated. The first piece I saw was a coat rack sitting on the floor. Marcel Duchamp had purchased one, but never got around to putting it up. He kept tripping over it, and decided this was art. He nailed it to the floor, and called it the Trap. This was one of his pieces of "readymade" art, objects discovered by chance, "a sculpture already made," as he called it.

Or was it? As I searched the Internet for a picture of the Trap, I found that some scholars believe Duchamp's Readymades were anything but. They offer evidence that these were not simple store-bought items, but objects Duchamp hand-crafted or greatly modified to suit his artistic purposes. The MoMA exhibition makes no mention of this.

But I didn't know any of this as I viewed the exhibition. I did find it curious that so many of his Readymades were not the originals, which had been "lost." They were reproductions that Duchamp did later, from photographs he had kept. The scholars point to various types of trick photography Duchamp was known to use. Duchamp played with photos, he played with objects, he played with words, he even played with his identity. Some of his work was signed "Rose Sélavy" or "Rrose Sélavy"--and there were a couple of pictures of him in drag as "Rose." (Hmmmm) I find it entirely possible that he played with the whole concept of Readymades.

We had arranged to meet back at the exhibition foyer, and by the appointed time I had barely gotten into the second room. I've got to go back. When I do, I'll post a complete report.

Dinner was at Mughlai--slightly above average Indian food--though my Tanqueray and tonic was excellent.

And then there were none

Shenay Perry got blown out of the fourth round at Wimbledon, 6-2, 6-0. So there will be no Americans in the quarter-finals. For the women, this hasn't happened since 1911--when there were no Americans entered at all.

A fun blog find

I have added a link to David Marc Fischer's Blog About Town in my Blogs and Blogoids section. It's the least I could do, after the nice things he said about my blog.

Actually, I first noticed Blog About Town a couple days ago. It's a lot of fun, full of silly videos and and online jigsaw puzzles, as well as Fischer's great observations on books, films and the city we both seem to love.

Enjoy, as the waiters say. I know I will.

Just move the sign

Kerik's Name Removed From New York Jail
It's too bad Kerik's plea bargain will apparently keep him out of jail--as far as I'm concerned that's where he belongs. Then they could just put the sign on his cell door.

My week in review, part 1

Catch up time.

MONDAY: Her Majesty The King, a retelling of the English War of the Roses through the eyes of Margaret of Anjou, Queen to the feeble Henry VI. This was produced down in Soho at HERE. I barely knew anything about the War of the Roses, other than that it was a conflict between the Houses of York and Lancaster for the throne of England. I didn't even know who won--my English history doesn't really go back before Henry VIII, and he was of the House of Tudor. So the subject matter was basically new to me--and the play did help me understand it a little more. Sort of. At least I now know who won.

Margaret was born into a family where the women exercised authority, and were active participants in politics (Anjou is in France, BTW). Married (at 15) to the weak, maybe mentally disturbed Henry VI, she took over the fight to keep him on his throne. At least that's the way playwright Sarah Overman explains it.

The play was convincing, though how far it strayed from the truth I have no idea. History tends to be written by the victors, and Margaret lost. The performances were very good, and most of the actors had to portray more than one character. A very interesting device was used to handle flashbacks: two actresses, one a bit younger than the other, portrayed Margaret, wearing identical dresses.

I had a good time. HERE's staff was very accomodating, though the facilities do leave a little bit to be desired--a pillar in the middle of the audience, not to mention one in the middle of the stage, made things a little difficult sometimes. And a trip to the restrooms requires one to exit to the street, go a number of yards to another entrance, then downstairs a good way back towards the way one came. It was interesting, I think unique in my experience, to have the urinals named for people, though.

WEDNESDAY: My usual open house at Crossdressers International. Afterwards some of us went to Will Clark's Porno Bingo--except it was (at least for the evening) renamed Broadway Bingo, and no porn stars were present. The reason was that some (or at least this week's) beneficiaries of the event (all proceeds go to the featured organization) objected to the porn connection.

After three games (I didn't win) we went down to the Monster Bar for Jesse Volt's drag show. They were shooting some sort of film while we were waiting, and sometimes the lights did get rather bright. Jesse's show was quite nice, including a couple of nice songs sung live by Epiphany, who is talented, and young and beautiful. Afterwards Edie, in male mode, came over to say hello. She said she had seen us going upstairs at The Threepenny Opera, and that we should have come backstage after the performance. I had to tell her that I didn't know how. Oh well, I would really have liked to do that.

THURSDAY: My last (thank goodness) LGBT pride event of the month: Our Pride 2006, sponsored by The Alliance, the Gay-Straight Alliance of the New York State Courts, and my group, the LGBT Law Association of Greater New York (LeGaL). It was even co-sponsored by my LGBT Issues Committee of the New York County Law Assn.--this despite the fact that it took place in Kings County: specifically, in the Brooklyn Borough Hall. I made it there just before it really started to rain--and found that I was the only one from LeGaL there, apart from our administrator. So again I was dragooned into making a little speech, as I was at the City Bar event last week.

This event featured remarks by Susan Sommer, Senior Counsel of Lambda Legal and lead attorney for the plaintiffs in the same-sex marriage lawsuit in New York, Hernandez v. Robles. Oral arguments before the Court of Appeals (New York's highest court) were May 31 (webcast). She spoke at some length, and took questions from the audience. She said they expected a decision any day now, very possibly Wednesday or Thursday.

The second speaker was supposed to be State Sen. Tom Duane, but he was delayed. Thus we got to the reception a bit early. We could see the rain was very heavy outside, but there was plenty of food, soda and wine, so no one was in a hurry to leave. The turnout wasn't so great, probably because of the weather predictions. So we ate and drank and mingled for a while. An aide to the Brooklyn Borough President (absent due to illness) introduced himself and asked if I lived in Brooklyn. He was rather disappointed when I said I didn't. He explained they are looking for a transgender person active in civic affairs to honor at next year's pride celebration. I took his card, and said if I thought of anyone suitable I'd let him know.

Eventually Sen. Duane did show up, through the pouring rain. He did get a chance to make his remarks, which soon became quite humorous. He noted that nobody was fighting same-sex marriage back when gay and lesbian groups, especially some of the lesbian ones, said they wanted no part of marriage. There was no "don't ask, don't tell" policy in the military when gays and lesbians avoided military service. Only when they started wanting these things did opponents pop up and object. So Duane said that if LGBT people want something, we should say we don't. Then we'll get it.

Afterwards, he chatted with various people, and posed for pictures. I chatted with his aide, Colin Casey. We had a nice talk about reapportionment, both of the New York Congressional districts and the State Senate, and also about his job.

Finally the rain let up, and I ducked into the subway for the trip back to Manhattan. I went to Lips for a couple of frozen cosmos and to see Jesse Volt's show there.

Make that the only American, period

On a day that saw five Americans go down to defeat in singles (three on Centre Court), only Perry survived to the fourth round. Sentimental favorite Andre Agassi (in his farewell appearance at Wimbledon) and No. 3 seed Andy Roddick both lost in straight sets. I can hear the teeth gnashing at NBC headquarters from here--probably no Americans in their "Breakfast at Wimbledon" broadcasts next weekend. Ratings disaster.

The only American woman in the fourth round of Wimbledon is...

Shenay Perry? Who would ever have guessed that? She's ranked 62nd in the world, but this will go higher after the fortnight, as she went out in the third round last year.

I find it strange that people are talking about "the next generation" of American women including Perry and Jamea Jackson--but Perry's actually only 4 years younger than Venus Williams.

As for Williams, the defending Wimbledon champion, she lost today to 29th seed Jelena Jankovic. Thus, for the first time since 1999, there will be no Williams sister in the final--Serena didn't even enter this year, due to injury.

Minor rant: Wimbledon commercials

The ESPN coverage of Wimbledon is pretty good, but they keep using the same commercials over and over.

I'm really sick of the Fanta one.

I say bake and flush

Bin Laden Wants Zarqawi Buried in Homeland
Yeah, right. I say cremate him and dump the ashes down the toilet, with the other excrement.

Why I've never joined the ABA

Bar Association Agrees to Pay $185G Fine
I've always gotten the feeling that the American Bar Association was more interested in protecting the incomes of its members than in advancing the law. I get absolutely none of that feeling with the New York County Lawyers Assn., and the LGBT Law Assn. of Greater New York, which I have joined.

Obviously the ABA does some good things. But there has been this undercurrent of resistance to anything that makes it easier for anyone to a) become a lawyer, or b) build a practice in any way outside of the "Old Boys' Club." I've never felt any impetus to send them any of my money.

Plat du jour

Cool! A limo that goes both ways!

To B or not to B

I see there's no "B" in my changing logo above. I assume flickr spell is just having a temporary problem. Otherwise I guess I'll have to rename my blog.

UPDATE, 2:54am, Thursday: I see it's working correctly again. So no blog name change.

Weird blogsearch

Someone just found my blog doing a blogsearch on "blogsearch."

Plat du jour

Another broker?

Plat du jour

I retiree.

Is Rush Limbaugh really this stupid?

Rush Limbaugh Under New Investigation
A few weeks after he made a deal with prosecutors on prescription fraud charges, he's caught going through customs with Viagra prescribed in someone else's name. Did he not think he would be under heightened scrutiny after this? Did he not think to make sure everything having to do with his prescriptions was totally in order? Did he just not think?

This is another example of a high profile person who just doesn't believe he has to take care not to violate the law. It's the same mentality that gets public officials thinking they can take bribes or skirt campaign finance laws, entertainers thinking they can violate the drug laws, or corporate executives thinking they can juggle their books. They are so isolated from everyday life, surrounded by aides and security people, that they forget they are subject to the laws just like everyone else.

Maybe Limbaugh's infraction is minor enough that it won't upset his previous deal. But it's certainly an indication that he's not taking the situation seriously enough. Which is stupid.

Weird websearch of the day

Someone in Germany did a blogsearch for "my office" shredder. S/he had to go all the way to the ninth page to find mine.

Wimbledon surprise--NOT

It's raining at Wimbledon! I tuned in to the first day of Wimbledon (ESPN2) and found them broadcasting last year's men's final. It just wouldn't be Wimbledon without rain. Sometimes the rain delays are fairly brief, but they say this one has been two hours already, with another hour predicted.

The one time I saw it in person, there was one day that was totally rained out. We sat under umbrellas for hours hoping, but it never stopped. That is very unusual though.

They were able to get some play in before the rain started today. It was odd looking at the highlights, with the grass all green and pristine. Soon there will be brown areas, especially at the baseline. It's a shame that there aren't more grass court tournaments (the game's real name is "lawn tennis"), but I guess it's just too expensive to maintain the courts.

The rest of the week

Well it's Sunday night (no, it's Monday morning, actually), and I've only blogged about what I did through Tuesday. So here's the rest of my week, briefly:

WEDNESDAY: To mark the longest day of the year, we went out to Port Washington for dinner with friends. We had mediocre seafood at a dockside restaurant while watching the sunset.

The best thing about Port Washington was the treasure-trove of vanity plates. Unfortunately, I couldn't photograph them from a moving car. I did get one in the restaurant parking lot. My favorite: HEMATOMA.

THURSDAY: "Reception and Cocktail Party Celebrating Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Pride Week 2006" This was co-sponsored by the LGBT Rights Committee of the Association of the Bar of the City of New York (City Bar), as well as their Sex and Law Committee, and the LGBT Law Assn. I volunteered to make some brief remarks on behalf of the latter--despite the fact I hate public speaking. It's even worse when I try to maintain some semblance of a woman's voice. But I did manage to get through it--though despite my notes I still forgot one thing I wanted to say.

Otherwise it was a very nice affair. I've gone to this event the last four or five years, and this was probably the best. The turnout was quite good, much more than last year. And this year there was a pianist to serenade us (nice touch when he played the theme from Brokeback Mountain).

I got to talk with my friend Donna, who's on the City Bar LGBT Committee, though she had to leave before my speech. Tom Hickey and I also continued our conversation from Tuesday. After my speech I had a nice chat with Lisa Badner, the co-chair of the City Bar Committee--we found out we both went to the University of Wisconsin--though I attended a number of years before she did.

The reception lasted a couple hours. Then I went down to Lips to finish the evening. I had a little dinner at the bar, as the place went from nearly full to very crowded. I saw Jesse Volt's Show (she did Joan Rivers and Cher, while Frankie Cocktail did her usual Dolly Parton, Madiva did her usual Madonna, and Jason Cosmo did Liza Minelli. But the big surprise was Ginger, who usually has Thursdays off--she did Bette Midler).

FRIDAY: It was an unusual event, but my wife wanted to do something without me (normally we do things together on the weekends). Left to my own devices, I arranged to see The Threepenny Opera with my friend Rochelle, the president of CDI. We missed out seeing it in April, and I really wanted to see it before it closed Sunday. I know a couple of the cast members, at least slightly: drag performers Edie and Flotilla DeBarge. Edie wanted to perform on Broadway since she was a child, and she had finally made it--curiously not based on her dancing talent.

I e-mailed Edie to tell her we'd be coming. She said she'd see us before the performance, as some of the cast members would be out in the audience then. Unfortunately we arrived a bit late, and went directly up to our seats in the mezzanine. Rochelle told me later that she had seen Edie standing behind the orchestra section, but hadn't recognized her in her costume. Oh, well.

The production did not get very good reviews, and I could see why. It sort of wandered from song to song, with a very explicit new translation--sometimes I thought the idea was simply to shock the audience. The performances I liked, though I was underwhelmed by the biggest name in the cast, Cyndi Lauper. The rest of the cast was at least adequate, with Jim Dale nearly stealing the show. (He was the star of one of the first shows I saw on Broadway, Scapino!, back in 1974! I also saw his Tony-winning performance in Barnum, opposite Glenn Close, a few years later.) I also really enjoyed the amazing Brian Charles Rooney as Lucy Brown. His soprano had no touch of falsetto whatsoever. This was the role Edie was supposed to have, until they added "Lucy's Aria" to the show, which was way too high for her to sing. (I love the cartoon of him as Lucy on his site.)

After the show we went down to the Brazil Grill for a late dinner.

SATURDAY: After seeing a pair of Sarah Bernhardt's films, and an exhibition about her at the Jewish Museum, we followed that up with I, Sarah, a one-woman play in town for three performances from Eugene, Oregon. This was in one of the smallest theatres I've ever been in--31 seats, if I counted correctly, though these were comfortable armchairs.

Mindy Nirenstein portrayed the world's first international superstar actress rising from her deathbed to describe her life, with a few monologues from her plays thrown in. Her acting was quite good, though the writing left a little to be desired. At one point Bernhardt says that she had no trouble crying on stage, but could not in her real life--after saying that she wore a veil at Molière's funeral to hide her tears. The monologue from Phaedra went way too long.

Afterwards we went around the block to Caminosur for a couple of pisco sours and some plaintain chips.

Tuesday: Democratic women, comedy(?), thai food

Tuesday I went to Therapy for the "first annual" (ahh, optimism) Stonewall Democrats of New York Women's Event, "A Celebration of Women in Politics."

I'm always a little leary about going to "women's events," as some are transphobic. But there was no question here--the invitation I received explicitly said transwomen were welcome. Then Stonewall Dems president Dirk McCall said men could come too, when he announced it at the 20th anniversary celebration. (The first women's event after 20 years? What took them so long?)

So after the question of whether I would be welcome was settled, my next question was, what to wear? This being a political event, I decided to keep it pretty conservative--a royal blue silk blouse paired with my black-on-black paisley slacks. I ended up getting compliments on both.

My final question was, what kind of turnout the event would get? I don't know that much about the club, really. I've been to only a handful of their events in the last four or five years. I actually joined just this last year. One thing I did notice is that there were relatively few women attending the events. (I get the feeling that LGBT groups are no different than any other mixed-gender organizations--men tend to predominate.) It turned out to be pretty well-attended. There were a fair number of men there. There were three of us transwomen also--joining me were Clover Honey (who is on the Stonewall Dems Board of Governors), and Melissa Sklarz, who arrived late after attending something at Gracie Mansion. Notably absent was Diana Montford, who is on their Board of Directors. Clover was happily telling everyone that the television show she appears on, Under the Pink Carpet, might be shown here in New York on one of the public TV channels.

I had a nice conversation with Eliyanna Kaiser, aide to Assembly Member Dick Gottfried, prime sponsor of the Gender Non-Discrimination Act (GENDA). Then I talked with Carol Polcovar, artistic director of the Fresh Fruit Festival. She's all excited about the upcoming world premiere of her new play My Mother Told Me I Was Different: Voices from the Rebellion, a docudrama about Stonewall in the words of the people who of lived it.

Finally, I chatted with Tom Hickey, the former chair of the LGBT Issues Committee of the New York County Lawyers Assn., before Clover and I went upstairs to claim seats for the presentations.

First up was comedian Michele Balin. I had seen her on a segment with Clover from Under the Pink Carpet. She was quite funny. Then came the award presentations, and this being a political event, the inevitable speeches. City Council Speaker Christine Quinn could not be present to accept hers, as it's "budget time." Councilmember Rosie Mendez was present though. Finally one went to Lisa Canistracci, owner of the lesbian bar Henrietta Hudson. One thing seemed to puzzle a number of the presenters and awardees. The award, a 10" lucite obelisk, was rather phallic-shaped. A couple of them made remarks about it--I think one even used the term "strap-on." I'm wondering if this was due to the fact that most of the work organizing the event was actually done by a man--Patrick Yacco, from the law office of Yetta Kurland, the Host Committee Chair and Stonewall Dems Corresponding Secretary.

After the ceremony Clover and I said our good-byes to people, and then made our way around the block to Vlada. We got drinks and waited for the show. Soon a rather lame host/comedian got up and introduced a very lame gay Indian (like from India) "comedian." I use quotes, because he really wasn't very funny. Even worse, he had to refer to a loose leaf notebook to remember his "jokes." Next up was Allison Castillo. Actually, she was pretty good--though still not quite in the class of Michelle Balin. Finally the host returned for his lame act.

By then we were quite hungry, so we went back to Ninth Avenue and had a decent dinner at a Thai place.

Plat du jour

To make this car go faster, you yell "Mush! Mush!"

Another goat in trouble

Goats are really having it rough, lately. First this, now British Army Demotes Mascot Goat, Billy:

LONDON (AP) - A British army regiment's ceremonial pet goat (picture) was demoted in disgrace after it marched out of line before a host of dignitaries during a parade to mark Queen Elizabeth II's birthday, a military spokesman said Saturday.

The military mascot, a 6-year-old male goat called Billy, was downgraded from the rank of lance corporal to fusilier - the same status as a private - after army chiefs ruled his poor display had ruined the ceremony earlier this month at a British army base in Episkopi, western Cyprus.

Lance Cpl. Dai Davies, 22, the goat's handler, was unable to keep control during the June 16 march. The mascot darted from side to side, throwing soldiers off their stride, Capt. Crispian Coates, a spokesman, said by telephone from the base in Cyprus.

"The goat, which has been the regiment's mascot since 2001, was supposed to be leading the march, but would not stay in line," Coates said. "After consideration, the commanding officer decided he had no option but to demote Billy."

Ambassadors from Spain, Sweden and the Netherlands were among those who attended the march along with U.N. dignitaries.

Since the goat's demotion, soldiers of a lower rank are no longer expected to salute Billy as a sign of respect, Coates said.

Capt. William Rose, a soldier present at the parade, said the goat "was trying to head-butt the waist and nether regions of the drummers."

The 1st Battalion, The Royal Welsh, has had a long tradition of traveling with a pet goat used in ceremonies. The Welsh regiment was presented with a goat from the royal herd in 1746, and Billy is a descendant from the same bloodline, Britain's Ministry of Defense said.

A total of 11 ceremonial pets - including a ferret, an Indian black buck and a ram - are kept by the British army, but regiments do not take the mascots to combat zones. British legislators were told last month that keeping the pets costs the equivalent of $55,000 a year.

Plat du jour

We certainly know what kind of lawyer owns this one--unless it's talking about an illuminated reptile (which, come to think of it, is still a good description for a lawyer for some people.)

Weird websearch of the day

stagehand stagehands madison square garden 2006 lists my blog as 11th. Interestingly, if you eliminate the "stagehands" from the search, you get many more results, and I'm nowhere near as high. Not that I ever wrote about a stagehand or stagehands in Madison Square Garden--it's just that I have written about the two subjects in different articles.

With or without the "stagehands," I think it's a kind of unusual thing to search for--the results are all over the place. Lots of the results are like mine, where it's just a coincidence that I've written about two different things, and the search engine (Yahoo in this case, though I tried it with Google and got similar results) put the two together.

What also makes the search weird is that it came from Arizona.

Die Mommie Die!

Monday I went to a staged reading of Charles Busch's Die Mommie Die! at the historic Hudson Theatre. This was a benefit for The Actors' Fund of America, the 124-year-old human services organization dedicated to helping all those in the performing arts and entertainment world.

Though mostly known from its 2003 movie incarnation (which I haven't seen), Die Mommie Die! was originally a play that had a short run in Los Angeles in 1999. This was its first appearance in New York.

There is over-the-top, and then there's over-the-over-the-top. That's what this play is. As Busch (who was the writer and star of both the play and the film) described it, Die Mommie Die! is a cross between Greek tragedy and Hollywood kitsch. Over-acting is suggested, if not required. Add to that the fact the this was a reading--there were laughs generated just by the handling of the scripts, which the actors frequently relied on. There were mispronunciations, mis-readings, and bad word emphases aplenty, and the audience understood and laughed--no one expected a polished performance here.

The biggest star on the stage was Christopher Meloni, best known for his eight years on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, as well as his role as Chris Keller in HBO's prison series, Oz. He seemed the most under-rehearsed. Also in the cast was Jayne Houdyshell, who was nominated for a Tony in the recently closed Well. She did a fine job as the maid, but mostly she reminded me of Conchata Ferrell. Jenn Harris did a great job as the daughter.

I was a bit surprised by Busch's performance, however. Too often he dropped his voice (both in volume and pitch) for this line or that. But it wasn't for any particular type of line. It seemed to be totally random. Of course, I really don't know if this is typical of him--I've somehow managed never to have seen him act before. I did see the one play he wrote that made it to Broadway, The Tale of the Allergist's Wife, but he wasn't in it.

On the other hand, his costumes were gorgeous. Of course, who I'd really like to look like was Harris, in her 60's mini-dresses.

It was really a lot of fun. Afterwards I went down to Lips for a little dinner. I had a nice conversation with a couple of crossdressers, one of whom was from Texas making her first public appearance presenting as a woman. The other was someone from New Jersey who was showing her around. And I can again confirm that Bianca Leigh, the Lips Monday bartender/DJ/singer, is still alive.

Plat du jour

An admiralty lawyer?

Update on Kevin Aviance

Drag performer Kevin Aviance was beaten in gay bashing a couple weeks ago, as I noted in here. A large rally and march protesting the increasing violence against LGBT people was held Saturday.

Kevin was well enough to appear at that, but it's going to be a while before he can perform again. (I've seen various reports of the extent of his injuries, but even the least of them include a broken jaw and knee--which will certainly put a singer-dancer out of action.) He has no insurance for the medical bills.

They've gotten his personal website up again, and you can make a donation via PayPal through that (you don't need a PayPal account, just a credit card). Or you can mail a check to the address at the bottom of his page.

Also Crossdressers International is making its summer barbecue into a fundraiser for Kevin. We'll have excellent food, courtesy of professional chef Michael. Wednesday, July 19. The theme is South Pacific, so get out those grass skirts and coconut shell bras!

Plat du jour

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I've been busy--the last

There's no way I'm ever going to get caught up with posting about what I've been doing, even "briefly." So I'm just going to list the rest my activities, with maybe a one or two sentence explanation. If anyone wants to read more about any of these, leave a comment. I'll try to expand on what I said. But I'm not going to have much time for that this week. It looks like I'm going to be busy the next six evenings in a row.

6/3: Lorin Maazel conducting the New York Philharmonic in the final subscription concert of the season: Elliott Carter's Dialogues for Piano and Chamber Orchestra, Pierre-Laurent Aimard, soloist. 97-year old Carter came out to take a bow; Igor Stravinsky's Concerto for Piano and Wind Instruments, Aimard soloist again; Hector Berlioz' Symphonie Fantastique. Great; Encore (extremely unusual for a subscription concert): Berlioz' Roman Carnival Overture.

6/6: Joan Jett and the Blackhearts at Southpaw in Brooklyn. After dinner with friends. Joan was wonderful--and looked super. I loved her cover of Androgynous.

6/7: Started with a board meeting of the LGBT Law Assn. Foundation, where I was appointed treasurer. Then I went to the annual Crossdressers International (CDI) Prom Dinner at Primitivo. Very nice food, super service.

6/9: All Dolled Up, an off-Broadway play set in the 60's about a crossdressing mobster, seen with a couple of friends from CDI. Full of clichés, but cute. Dinner afterwards at the good but expensive West Bank Café. We were treated to a round of drinks by the owner of Dave's Tavern, where we often go after our Wednesday Open House.

6/10: After a good but over-priced dinner at Sandomenico, a performance of Sergei Prokofiev's Cinderella by the American Ballet Theatre. Fun.

6/11: Stayed home and watched the Tony Awards.

6/12: Adequate dinner at Café Un Deux Trois, then a benefit show for the Folksbiene Yiddish Theatre, Broadway Salutes Yiddish. Among the honorees, 95-year old Bel Kaufman, author of Up the Down Staircase (one of my favorite books in high school)--I never knew she was the granddaughter of Sholom Aleichem. Notable performers: Leonard Nimoy (his online biographies say little or nothing of his work in Yiddish plays in Los Angeles in the 50's), Theodore Bikel, Tovah Feldshuh--who sang some numbers from her current play, Hello Dolly. After intermission, backed by the Billy Joel band (sans Billy), numbers from the Broadway/touring casts of Movin' Out, Mamma Mia! and Jersey Boys--the latter still recovering from celebrating their Tony wins the night before.

6/13: After a meeting with the LGBT Law Assn. president and our bookkeeper, I went to a celebration of the 60th anniversaries of Air France and KLM transatlantic service at the newly expanded Morgan Library. Nice hors d'oeuvres, plenty of champagne. We got to see J.P. Morgan's study and his private library room, with one the Library's three Gutenberg Bibles.

6/14: A cocktail party at the apartment of the managing director of the Fresh Fruit Festival. A small gathering of the "Leaders, Movers and Shakers of the LGBT Community." I hardly think I qualify for that--unless they're referring to my breasts. Anyhow, they were looking for ideas, and did a soft sell for people to join their board of advisors. Like many of these non-profit board memberships, there is the expectation that one raises or donates a certain amount of money each year--a commitment I'm not ready to undertake. Afterwards I caught up with some of the people from the CDI Open House down at the Monster Bar. Actually, I arrived first, and had a nice talk with Charlie, the owner. Eventually we went downstairs for Jesse Volt's show. This included a performance by Bianca Leigh, whom I can definitely confirm is not dead. I chatted a little bit about it with her afterwards.

6/16: After a late morning appointment with our lawyer and a quick salad lunch, we went to the New York Public Library to see two exhibitions. The first, in its final days, was Letters to Sala, A Young Woman's Life in Nazi Labor Camps. This was a remarkable collection of postcards, letters, photos and other documents that a Polish Jew managed to accumulate and keep during five years in seven different forced-labor camps. It's pretty much all online at the above URL. I never knew very much about the labor camps, as opposed to the concentration and extermination ones--just about all I knew was from the movie Schindler's List. This was informative and very moving.

The second exhibition was French Book Art/Livres d'Artistes: Artists and Poets in Dialogue. Shown were very limited edition collaborations of writers (usually poets), and artists--some of them very well-known. We went on a tour given by a Library staffer. This really only hit the high points--and I was distracted because it was so cold in the hall. If I go back I'll take a sweater.

6/17: The American premiere of the 1969 French film Army of Shadows. This is the story of a group of French Resistance fighters in World War II--not so much about their actions against the German occupiers, but their own struggles with informers, capture, internal secrecy. It is a dark, chilling story.

6/18: Dinner out with a cousin.

Wow. I'm tired just writing all this. I'll try to stay more current.

End of an Era

I have let my subscription to TV Guide lapse. I first subscribed over 36 years ago, when I got the first television of my very own, a 12" black and white portable. (I think it's still working. I gave it to a friend of mine when I got my second TV, a 19" color set. She's blind, and doesn't use it, but she has it around just in case a visitor wants to watch something.) I have continued the subscription pretty much continually ever since then--though I remember one period when I didn't renew, because it was being delivered too late. I just bought it at the supermarket.

There are two reasons why I no longer find it useful. First of all, it doesn't tell me what's on. With the advent of cable television, TV Guide was no longer able to provide complete listings. They did try. They published separate editions for each cable system, at least here in New York. But there still wasn't enough space for all of the minor channels.

Now they've given up, in favor of their online guide. But even there, they don't give detailed listings for things like the local access channels. These are available on the on-screen guide from the cable company itself--which has made all external guides pretty much redundant. The only reason I go to the online TV Guide is because it is much easier to do a search there than on the television.

Still, the hard-copy TV guide has a lot of articles about various shows--which I never read. Why? because of the second reason I'm not renewing my subscription: I just don't watch that much TV any more. There are no series I keep up with--not even the ones on HBO, that I did for a while. We do like to watch some of the Masterpiece Theatre and Mystery! programs on PBS. But otherwise the only time I have the TV on is to watch a recorded movie or for very specific shows: a sports event here, an awards show there, occasionally a documentary of some sort--though my wife watches more of them than I do.

So a TV Guide subscription has become rather useless, one more thing to stuff the mailbox and clutter up the apartment. I used to be a huge TV fan, watching dozens of hours a week, keeping two VCRs busy. Now, I doubt I average even an hour a day, not counting recorded movies. It is the end of an era.

Weird websearch of the day

list on country western male artist no hit songs in the 60's lists my blog as second. Of course this person was doing an MSNsearch, which is nowhere as good as Google. Google doesn't have me anywhere in the top 100, which makes much more sense, since I never write about country western music.

Plat du jour

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Pigs 1, Goats 0

From the Associated Press:
Woman Challenges Anti-Pig Law and Wins

Town Orders Man to Find New Home for Goat

7,000 visitors!

Today this blog logged its 7,000th visitor. I guess I passed 6,000 when I was on vacation.

Thank you all for dropping in. Now if only a few more of you would leave comments I'd be even happier.

What's he been smoking?

Cheney Sees GOP Winning Midterm Elections
In his dreams.

Unless the Republicans rig the elections.

GENDA passes Assembly?

I'm hearing unconfirmed reports that the Gender Non-Discrimination Act, A7438, passed the New York State Assembly today. I hope the reports are true.

UPDATE: It looks like this is a false rumor.

From the weird websearch department

Someone doing a Yahoo search for gazelle running into tree clip found my blog. I'm first on the list--despite the fact I only mention the clip. I don't actually have it.

This one came up quite frequently for a while. It's been quiet lately. But it leads me to wonder, does this clip really exist? The search points to a news story where a Wal-Mart exec showed it at a talk he gave, back in 2004. So the answer is yes, it does exist. But there doesn't seem to be any link to it on the internet.

Public service reminder

Estimated income tax payments are due tomorrow.

Plat du jour

I guess the people at the DMV don't know French. This means "your ass," as in "up your ass."

I've been busy IV

I'm still trying to get caught up with blogging my activities since my vacation. Part 4:

5/30: I went on a guided tour of the Girodet: Romantic Rebel exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which had opened a few days earlier. French painter Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson bridged the gap between the Neo-Classic style of his teacher Jacques-Louis David and the Romantic movement that followed. This is the first retrospective in America of the relatively little-known artist. I had never heard of him.

The tour was a special after-hours one organized by a French organization my wife is active in. Our group had the exhibition to ourselves (and a few museum guards to watch us). There were actually two tours, one in French, and one in English (thank goodness--I can understand French moderately well, but I would still miss a lot on a tour like this). Unfortunately, while I could understand her, our tour guide seemed ill-prepared. She indicated she knew almost nothing of Girodet before this exhibition. Furthermore, she seemed not to have rehearsed her talk at all--she continually forgot portions, and had to rely on reading from a text she had prepared.

Girodet certainly had tremendous technical skills. Even his earliest works showed this. But he quickly started painting wild historical and mythological scenes--though he had no trouble going to a conventional style to do portraits. There aren't a huge number of paintings in the exhibition--at least two of his most famous ones are too large to fit on a plane. There are more drawings than oils. Because this was a guided tour, I didn't get a chance to linger and examine some of the pictures as I would have liked to. If I get a chance I'll go back.

5/31: Started with the regular Wednesday Open House of Crossdressers International (CDI). Afterwards three of us went down to the Village to the Monster Bar for Jesse Volt's Follies. This week she had a good old fashioned drag show, with "the antics of" (as Jesse always introduces her) ShaBoomBoom, and Trai LaTrash. No "Ass is Tight" audience participation bit--which I always find boring. She even brought me up to the stage to show off what I was wearing--which was just a pair of black and white floral print capri pants and a U-neck t-shirt. She skipped telling the audience about my CDI connection, which she used to do. I think the new owner doesn't like her to mention that. After the show I had a nice chat with Trai.

6/1: The Stonewall Democratic Club of NYC 20th Anniversary Celebration: This years marks the 20th anniversary of both this club and that of the passage of the NYC Gay Rights Law. The two were celebrated at a fundrasiser/celebration at the lovely Via Restaurant on West 21st St. I went down there with Clover Honey, who is also in the Stonwall Dems--though a bit more active than I.

The big attraction of the evening was the presence of several of the city council members who voted for the Gay Rights Law, and Mayor Ed Koch, who supported it and signed it into law. The restaurant was pretty crowded, but I managed to get a good vantage point for the presentations of the certificates marking the occasion. Some were a bit long-winded, both on the presenters' end and the recipients'--but a few contained quite interesting recollections. One of the former council members was someone I worked for briefly in the mid-70s, before he was elected. I got a chance to come out as a trans-person to him. I'm not sure he really remembered me, but he seemed quite comfortable with my presentation as a woman.

After the presentations the crowd thinned out a bit. The yummy mini-pizzas and chicken and beef skewers came out rapidly, and made a nice meal. I got a chance to have a nice converstion with Tom Hickey, the former chair of my New York County Lawyers Assn LGBT Issues Committee, and still the director of the Name Change Project of the West Village TransLegal Clinic, where I'm a volunteer lawyer.

Afterwards I went down to the Lips Restaurant for a nightcap. Jesse Volt was doing her last show of the evening. I got a chance to thank her for bringing me up on stage at the Monster the previous night.

6/2: We were supposed to go to a cocktail party, but it was being held on an outdoor terrace so they cancelled it because of the rain. I was not very disappointed--it had been a long week.

Homeland non-security

Someone went to a meeting at the Homeland Security headquarters using a fake I.D. The date of birth on it didn't even match the one he had previously given them. He got in anyway. This really makes me feel safe.

Then they went out and lost 3-0

Bush Calls U.S. World Cup Team

CAMP DAVID, Md. (AP) - The U.S. World Cup soccer team got good luck wishes from the world's most powerful sports fan Monday when President Bush dialed them up before their opening match against the Czech Republic.

Bush called the team from Camp David, Md., where he was getting ready to begin a two-day summit on Iraq with his top national security and military advisers.

The affairs of state may have gotten in the way of Bush watching the midday game live, but he was able to reach the team at their hotel before they left for their pre-game warm-up. Coach Bruce Arena and most of the players listened on speaker phone, said White House spokeswoman Dana Perino.

"He told them that they had prepared well and urged them to play hard, to keep their heads up and that he can't wait to see them win," Perino said.

Photo Op: Bush goes to Baghdad

So President Bush (or, as Garrison Keillor calls him, the Current Occupant), made a surprise trip to Baghdad, so he could be on the other side of a video-conference between the U.S. and Iraqi officials. Big deal. Who is he trying to fool--the Iraqi government "leaders" he's trying to prop up, or the America people, a majority of whom believe a stable government in Iraq is impossible?

Plat du jour

A politician from the Bronx?

Kevin Aviance beaten in gay bashing

Singer Kevin Aviance was attacked and beaten by a gang of thugs last night. They called him a faggot while they pummelled him, breaking his jaw. (I find it interesting that the Daily News finds the word "faggot" an unprintable epithet. I think I like that.)

I've seen him perform two or three times. I'd call him more of a gender-bender than a real drag queen. He doesn't present as a woman, at least when I've seen him.

But this kind of thing scares me. While I don't remember ever finding myself in the East Village alone at 1:30am like Aviance, occasionally I am out alone that late in other areas. And I am frequently out alone earlier. I try to be safe, but sometimes it's scary if I can't find a cab quickly.

Here we go again

Alberto Becomes 1st Named Storm of Season











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Question of the day

What ever happened to sizes A and B batteries?

Plat du jour

A volleyballer?

Is this better than being Bert?

I can't seem to eliminate this blank space. Please scroll down.

After finding out that the Sesame Street character I most resemble is Bert, I now find the most Star Trek character I'm most like is Geordi LaForge. But I'm equally like a Redshirt--an expendable character who gets killed in an early encounter with whatever enemy the main characters happen to be battling. In neither case do I resemble them that much though--only 55%.
I think I prefer being Bert.
Your results: You are Geordi LaForge
You work well with others and often fix problems quickly. Your romantic relationships are often bungled.
Geordi LaForge	55%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)	55%
Jean-Luc Picard	50%
Deanna Troi	50%
Data	47%
Uhura	40%
Spock	37%
Chekov	30%
Leonard McCoy (Bones)	25%
Beverly Crusher	25%
James T. Kirk (Captain)	20%
Mr. Sulu	20%
Mr. Scott	15%
Will Riker	15%
Worf	15%

Click here to take the "Which Star Trek character am I?" quiz...

I got promoted!

Well, my prediction in February, when I was chosen to be assistant treasurer of the NY LGBT Lawyers Assn. Foundation became true a lot sooner than I anticipated. The treasurer resigned a couple weeks ago, and last night the board made me treasurer. Now I'll really have some work to do.

Ugh!

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Pic of the day: Like mother like daughter

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Gap advertising

I bought some everyday pants from the Gap, just regular black khakis. Whenever mine wear out I order a couple more pairs. I have to do this online, because they seldom carry my size (28" inseam) in the stores. This time what arrived had their label sewn on the outside, over the right rear pocket. It's pretty small, gray and fairly unobtrusive, but I'm still walking around advertising the Gap.

I didn't volunteer to be a walking billboard. I haven't noticed them decreasing the price any to compensate me for doing their advertising. I suppose I could try to cut the label off, but that might look worse. Grump, grump, grump.

Mindboggling statistic of the day

Barbie doll unlikely to grill steak: Canada court

Mattel Inc. relies on Barbie dolls for about a third of its global sales, with the average young Canadian girl receiving two a year.

I guess his name wasn't Daniel

Lion Kills Man Who Went Into Kiev Zoo Cage

Jun 5, 10:38 AM (ET)
KIEV, Ukraine (AP) - A lion killed a man who climbed into its enclosure at the Kiev zoo, police said Monday.

The lion attacked the 45-year-old Ukrainian late Sunday after he used a rope to climb down into an enclosure with four lions, said police spokesman Volodymyr Polishchuk.

Ukrainian TV channel NTN broadcast interviews with witnesses who said the man told them that he believed God would not allow the lions to hurt him.

Polishchuk said the man, who was not identified, was acting aggressively and one of the lions seized him by the throat. The man died at the scene.

Zoo officials could not immediately be reached for comment.

Plat du jour

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I've been busy III

Someday I'll catch up.

5/24: After another great dinner at Marseille, we went with a friend to see Faith Healer. I liked playwright Brian Friel 's Dancing at Lughnasa, when I saw it 15 years ago, and this had a super cast: Ralph Fiennes, Cherry Jones and Ian McDiarmid. What I didn't realize was that this was a revival--a revival of a play that lasted only 20 performances after it opened on Broadway in 1979. I found out why it lasted only 20 performances. It was simply one of the worst dramas I ever had the misfortune to see. No matter how good the performers (and they were all excellent), when you start with a bunch of unsympathetic characters just reciting their memories of past events, slowly, teasingly, adding a little fact here and there, everything out of sequence, so the audience doesn't really know what happened until after 2+ hours, it does not make for good theatre. I should have known that having Lord Voldemort and Emperor Palpatine on the same stage would produce something very evil.

5/26: Mission Impossible III--not bad, really. Since I agreed 100% with Michael Phillips' review in the Chicago Tribune, you can go there for a more detailed opinion.

5/27: New York Philharmonic Music Director Lorin Maazel conducting. The concert started with Hector Berlioz' Harold in Italy, Symphony in Four Parts for Orchestra with Solo Viola, after Byron (that's quite a title). Philharmonic Principal Violist Cynthia Phelps did the solo part. I like Berlioz' music a lot, but this one doesn't generate as much excitement as some of his other work. This was a good performance both by the orchestra and soloist--though I suspect Pinchas Zukerman might get something more out of this piece than Phelps, who seemed a bit restrained. She did wear a great dress, though, an unusual one for a soloist--most usually wear solids, but this was a print. Phelps (who would have no trouble convincing anyone that she was a cheerleader in her California high school days--which she was), however, could pull it off. After intermission it was Gustav Mahler's First Symphony--with its Frère Jacques third movement theme. Maazel's conducting kept everything flowing nicely.

5/28: The Da Vinci Code. I haven't read the book, and I did my best not to learn anything about the plot beforehand. About the only thing I did read about the film was the difficulties they encountered filming in the Louvre. So everything was pretty new to me--which I suppose is the reason why I wasn't totally bored by this mess (well, that and looking at Audrey Tautou). Since I don't happen to believe in the divinity of Jesus, the plot had some plausibility to me, but the gaps of logic were too many. All of the characters were more characatures--Tom Hanks playing the semi-befuddled American professor sucked into this thing, Paul Bettany playing the evil monk, and everyone else having at least two motives for doing anything. Ian McKellen did stand out as the most convincing character. I found Alfred Molina's bishop even less convincing than his Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof on Broadway. I did like the cinematography--they shot Paris well. But, I really have to wonder about one thing though--are French detectives prohibited from shaving?