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Monday, May 08, 2006
Lord, please let it be...
I would be very pleased if Al Gore were to end up running for president in 2008. I know that the Hillary fans will pissed off at me but I must admit, I'm not a big fan. Don't get me wrong, if she gets the democratic nomination, I'll definitely vote for her but, at this point, I think that Al Gore would be the best choice. He'd be more "electable", I think. The most beautiful thing of all? He does not have a voting record on the war that he'll have to defend.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
The National Anthem en español
Whatever your opinion is on the national anthem being sung in spanish (which Ivy Queen, whom I love by the way, participated in.), given Bush's stance on the issue and the recent take on it that isn't exactly in line with the president's from Condoleezza Rice, this is pretty darned amusing. Hypocritical? I'll let you decide.
Bush has used the Latino people whenever it has been convenient for him (ie. for votes, etc) and claims to speak spanish but, to those that have been paying attention, his loyalties reside only with the wealthy and big business. This offends me. He couldn't give a shit about everyone else.
Bush has used the Latino people whenever it has been convenient for him (ie. for votes, etc) and claims to speak spanish but, to those that have been paying attention, his loyalties reside only with the wealthy and big business. This offends me. He couldn't give a shit about everyone else.
Monday, May 01, 2006
May Day!
I'm at home today and not buying anything out of respect for my immigrant homies so I suppose that I should post something about immigration and the boycott but, really, it's all been said already and probably far more eloquently than I could put it.
So, instead, for those of you stuck doing nothing, you must listen to this
I can't say that I'm really a Janet Jackson fan but she earns major points for covering Debbie Deb's "Lookout Weekend". I can easily say that the original is in my top 10 favorite songs of all time.
Also, why not watch Stephen Colbert blast Bush and his administration at the White House Correspondent's dinner if you haven't already?
Happy Day Without An Immigrant!!!! and I do hope to see some of you downtown (Fresno) at the rally later.
So, instead, for those of you stuck doing nothing, you must listen to this
I can't say that I'm really a Janet Jackson fan but she earns major points for covering Debbie Deb's "Lookout Weekend". I can easily say that the original is in my top 10 favorite songs of all time.
Also, why not watch Stephen Colbert blast Bush and his administration at the White House Correspondent's dinner if you haven't already?
Happy Day Without An Immigrant!!!! and I do hope to see some of you downtown (Fresno) at the rally later.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Dirty Blondes
You must have known that I wouldn't go too long without making a post on my favorite subject... Lil' Kim! It appears that the legendary Deborah Harry has recorded a song called "Dirty and Deep" about the one and only QueenBitch. Me likey the idea. Unfortunately, the song is kind of sucky but, hey, it's worth listening to at least once.
While your at it, you can read one of her messages from jail here. It's golden. I wish that I knew how to make a stiletto shoe out of watermelon Jolly Ranchers.
Deborah Harry pays tribute to Lil' Kim in new tune (Ireland On-Line)
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Taxes
"...Americans should realize that for every income tax dollar they pay, 29 cents has gone to the military and only 4 cents for education and just one penny for all of our natural resources and the environment..."
That sounds really rational to me. We Americans sure have our priorities in order.
Institute for Public Accuracy (IPA)
That sounds really rational to me. We Americans sure have our priorities in order.
Institute for Public Accuracy (IPA)
Monday, April 17, 2006
JohnnyWalkerRed
To my friends and family that I speak with on a regular basis, it will come as no surprise that I love Johnny Weir. Seriously. I mean it. I am in love with Johnny Weir. When I first found out who Johnny Weir was, he was 19 years old. At that time, the whole thing made me feel a little bit pervy but I'm willing to admit my love for him now that he can legally drink alcohol. For all of you that don't already know, Johnny Weir is the most bitchy and "flamboyantly" perfect figure skater ever. Oh yeah, and he is also the U.S. Men's Figure Skating Champion and, in my humble opinion, the most talented guy out there at the moment.
Imagine my distress when I read this! Lord, say it ain't so.
True, most every man involved with Figure skating is a 'mo but the ones associated with the US Figure Skating Association are old-school geriatric queers that still freak out when gayness goes beyond furtive glances, eye contact and coded speech. Johnny Weir is a princess that prances around, his sexuality on full display. It looks bad for the sport, they'd say.
Oh, by the way, there are some really disturbing photos (taken by that guy from America's Next top Model) of a topless Weir on his website. Besides the obvious fact that he looks incredibly young in the photos, they also kind of remind me of that "Little Hercules kid that made the TV rounds a couple of years ago. While you are on Johnny boy's website, why not read his blog? JW amuses me to no end.
For all of you that aren't aware of Johnny Weir's greatness, CATCH UP!!!
Drop Till You Shop (Washington Post)
Pop-Up Torino (Malcontent)
Weirisms (Dan Renzi)
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Hot Rock
When I originally took a break from my blog, I didn't imagine that it would turn into the extremely protracted sabbatical that it did. To be honest, I just got bored doing it but more than that I felt that my entries had become so half-assed that I didn't think that it was fair for y'alls that were still reading.
I had originally planned on returning to Fopblog in the early fall but I learned that my friend Rockey, who had been battling cancer since 2002, was beginning experimental chemotherapy treatments as nothing else had worked. I'm a person that feels everything deeply. Maybe a little too deeply and at that time I really couldn't think of anything else but my dear friend's health.
Rockey ended up passing away on October 27, 2005-- less than a week away from his 24th birthday. When I eventually found out... how do I say...I didn't exactly take it well. I'm still devestated. In fact, if I am being completely honest, the fog and numbness that had enveloped me is just starting to dissipate. I will never completely get over this but I can now see where I'll be able to be happy again.
Perhaps I have taken this harder than I should have since he had been sick for so long but I don't think so. I am in the same boat as all of you so, of course, I had seen and experienced death around me prior to this.
However, this was different.
Rockey is the most amazing person that I have ever known. He was an angel. He was the most unique person that I've ever met. From the way his name was spelled to the way he spoke to his unique sense of humor and his immense intellect... no one was like him. He's someone that I thought about all of the time (everyday for a good chunk of the day) since I met him at UCLA. Whenever I thought of my future, I always pictured him being there.
Perhaps I am just being selfish because I know that I will never meet anyone like him again in this lifetime.
You know what? On the surface we seemed really different but we really were so much alike. The things we liked... films, music, literature, everything.... exactly the same. There's that whole "opposites attract" bullshit and good for those that believe this but there is something to be said for meeting someone that is just like you. It's reassuring. Validating.
On the night of September 10th, 2003 (I remember this date because it was just a couple of hours before 9/11) Rock-o called me from the hospital. He had just had surgery and was on a shitload of painkillers. He was slurring his speech and, although this will sound fucked up of me since he was going through hell, I thought that there was something really adorable about the way he sounded. Anywayz, he told me that he felt like he could talk to me more than anyone about things that mattered and things that didn't matter without feeling judged. It was such a small thing but it touched me so much. It still does.
I can't even bare to think of all the shit that he had to go through. I'm bitter for him. It is sometimes hard for me to think back on our time at UCLA 'cause I inevitably direct my mind to all of the times when he was experiencing stomach pain... I was convinced that it was just an ulcer or something else comparatively benign. During our Italian final he could barely make it through the exam. He had to excuse himself at least 3 or 4 times.
One thing that makes me a little happy is knowing that the best night he spent during his entire time at UCLA was with me. It was nothing special. We chilled at my apartment, watched "Welcome To The Dollhouse" and then went to a reading of the fictitious J.T. Leroy's work. A bunch of celebrities did the reading and then afterwards there was a private party at The Viper Room. I really did not want to go to the afterparty and had planned to only deliver some posters to "J.T." at the club and then skip out but Rockey coaxed me into staying. I'm glad we did.
Afterwards, in the middle of the night, we stopped at a 24-hour Rite-Aid and got some ice-cream. We ate our ice-cream outside on some benches and had an encounter with a homeless man that I won't soon forget... He always talked about that night.
I should stop now as I could seriously go on forever. I just wish that everyone could know how great he was.
I love you so much Rockey. Everything that I do from now on, I'll be doing for the both of us.
Your Partner In Peaches,
Rudy
p.s. I found this on the net (posted on his birthday) and I thought that it was kind of sweet... except that his name is Rockey with an ey dammit!
I had originally planned on returning to Fopblog in the early fall but I learned that my friend Rockey, who had been battling cancer since 2002, was beginning experimental chemotherapy treatments as nothing else had worked. I'm a person that feels everything deeply. Maybe a little too deeply and at that time I really couldn't think of anything else but my dear friend's health.
Rockey ended up passing away on October 27, 2005-- less than a week away from his 24th birthday. When I eventually found out... how do I say...I didn't exactly take it well. I'm still devestated. In fact, if I am being completely honest, the fog and numbness that had enveloped me is just starting to dissipate. I will never completely get over this but I can now see where I'll be able to be happy again.
Perhaps I have taken this harder than I should have since he had been sick for so long but I don't think so. I am in the same boat as all of you so, of course, I had seen and experienced death around me prior to this.
However, this was different.
Rockey is the most amazing person that I have ever known. He was an angel. He was the most unique person that I've ever met. From the way his name was spelled to the way he spoke to his unique sense of humor and his immense intellect... no one was like him. He's someone that I thought about all of the time (everyday for a good chunk of the day) since I met him at UCLA. Whenever I thought of my future, I always pictured him being there.
Perhaps I am just being selfish because I know that I will never meet anyone like him again in this lifetime.
You know what? On the surface we seemed really different but we really were so much alike. The things we liked... films, music, literature, everything.... exactly the same. There's that whole "opposites attract" bullshit and good for those that believe this but there is something to be said for meeting someone that is just like you. It's reassuring. Validating.
On the night of September 10th, 2003 (I remember this date because it was just a couple of hours before 9/11) Rock-o called me from the hospital. He had just had surgery and was on a shitload of painkillers. He was slurring his speech and, although this will sound fucked up of me since he was going through hell, I thought that there was something really adorable about the way he sounded. Anywayz, he told me that he felt like he could talk to me more than anyone about things that mattered and things that didn't matter without feeling judged. It was such a small thing but it touched me so much. It still does.
I can't even bare to think of all the shit that he had to go through. I'm bitter for him. It is sometimes hard for me to think back on our time at UCLA 'cause I inevitably direct my mind to all of the times when he was experiencing stomach pain... I was convinced that it was just an ulcer or something else comparatively benign. During our Italian final he could barely make it through the exam. He had to excuse himself at least 3 or 4 times.
One thing that makes me a little happy is knowing that the best night he spent during his entire time at UCLA was with me. It was nothing special. We chilled at my apartment, watched "Welcome To The Dollhouse" and then went to a reading of the fictitious J.T. Leroy's work. A bunch of celebrities did the reading and then afterwards there was a private party at The Viper Room. I really did not want to go to the afterparty and had planned to only deliver some posters to "J.T." at the club and then skip out but Rockey coaxed me into staying. I'm glad we did.
Afterwards, in the middle of the night, we stopped at a 24-hour Rite-Aid and got some ice-cream. We ate our ice-cream outside on some benches and had an encounter with a homeless man that I won't soon forget... He always talked about that night.
I should stop now as I could seriously go on forever. I just wish that everyone could know how great he was.
I love you so much Rockey. Everything that I do from now on, I'll be doing for the both of us.
Your Partner In Peaches,
Rudy
p.s. I found this on the net (posted on his birthday) and I thought that it was kind of sweet... except that his name is Rockey with an ey dammit!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Goodness Gracious
Rapper Lil' Kim Gets a Year for Perjury
I think that she actually got off kind of light... so that's a good thing 'cause there was no way that she wasn't going to get any jail time. Is it wrong that I find it somewhat funny that the judge's name who sentenced her is Lynch?
Lil' Kim Por Vida!
I think that she actually got off kind of light... so that's a good thing 'cause there was no way that she wasn't going to get any jail time. Is it wrong that I find it somewhat funny that the judge's name who sentenced her is Lynch?
Lil' Kim Por Vida!
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