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Mood: Miffed, freezing
Music: No Anchor-Drone Me Out Part Two




Originally written for mah tumblr, be cool.

Look closely at that picture, my friends.  What is that white stuff?  Is it cocaine?  Powdered sugar?  Unflavored, loose snow cones?  No, mah dear tumblrs, it’s snow.

Yes, snow.

SNOW?

SNOW!!!

What’s today date?  How cold is it right now?  Would a helpful infographic answer some of those questions…



What the effing eff, you guys? Is this the dawn of a new Ice Age?  Is this the face of Springtime from now on?  Is blogging about the weather outside ever interesting?

We’re supposed to be due for a new Ice Age any time in the next few thousand years, right?  Actually, I looked for a pat answer to the question, “When is the next ice age, yo?” and found nothing but a lot of academic argument and speculation.  Thanks a lot, “Science”! Let’s just say we’re due for one “any time now”. Maybe this is The Big One….er, the start of One of the Other Big Ones?

For the record, I’d be happy if it never got above 80 degrees, but this is a bit much.  I don’t have a cute pair of stylish,  but funtictional boots and now I’m supposed to be wrapping myself in furs and cooking up the butchered seal and woolly mammoth meat that the menfolk haul back to the cave?  No thank you!

I’ve made the Ice Age joke a few times before, but really, May 12, snow?  What are you going to do tomorrow, Nature?  Make it rain kittens and then chase us around with pepperoni pizza tornadoes?  Come on!

Mood: This is a long week, y’all
Music: Tones on Tail-Burning Skies


(via artnevercomesfromhappiness)


Feliz Cinco de Mayo, Internet!

I was getting down, tumblr-style in celebration of Mexico’s victory at the Battle of Puebla and had written something worthy of posting on Ye Old Blog, Sweet Blog.  So here it is…it’s about mariachi and my love of Mexican (and Hispanic) culture and I hope you like it!  Saunter over to mah tumblr page for more Cinco de Mayo goodness.


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I love mariachi, you guys, like really and for truly…without a hint of irony. I love everything about it; the charro suits and dresses…the sombreros…the sweet, sad songs…the trumpets and violins…the musical cry of AH HA…the fat guitarrón…all of it.

Like most things, I think my interest started in childhood.  When I was little, I liked three things: skiing, alpine slides, and Casa Bonita.  We didn’t get to go to Casa Bonita as often as I would have liked (which, admittedly, would have been most days), but the few times we did get to visit the cavernous, pueblo-shaped monument to bad food, mariachi bands, and gun fighters had a profound effect on tiny me and my developing aesthetic.



At some point, mariachi moved from a fond remembrance of childhood to a more serious, adult interest. I remember watching a PBS documentary about the annual mariachi festival in Guadalajara and it was riveting; I would love to go someday.

A few years later, my family took a Mexican vacation to a resort between Cozumel and Tulum.  It was a super fun trip, but one of the best parts was a Mexican folk music revue in the resort’s main square.  I begged my wary family to buy tickets for it, swearing it would be the best thing ever.  I don’t think they liked it much.  It was made for tourists and high school musical cheesy in places, but the music was solid.  The show featured a lot of mariachi, but they also did a tour of Mexico’s other indigenous styles (jarocho, etc.).  I think the rest of my family wanted to leave about 2/3rds of the way through, but I loved it all.



Yeesh, this is getting long!  K, two more things…some day, I am going to host a big party somewhere, for some reason, and I am going to hire a sweet mariachi band to play all night long.  Also, if there was a real, dirty, hard-drinking, dead sexy band like the one in From Dusk Till Dawn (minus the demon/vampire part), I would quit my job and become a professional groupie, just sayin’.

Mood: tired
Music: Tears for Fears-Mad World


cherry blossoms by Cherry Creek, February 28, 2002



I don’t think I’ll have much time to blog this week, but I wanted to say so in a quick update rather than letting the tubes grow cold and quiet.

The above photograph is from a new photo set of mine on flickr and it’s one that I’ve always liked a lot.  I took them on a cold, late-February Saturday in 2002.  It was the weirdest day.  There had been weeks of nice, spring-like weather and our part of the city decided it was time to green up again.  I was driving to school to visit a friend and I was struck by the contrast between the misty, gray, cold day and the first blush of spring.  It was lovely and magical and I asked to borrow my friend’s camera so I wouldn’t ever forget it.

Speaking of, I just unpacked a lot of old computer files onto a new NAS, so forgive me if I start posting a lot of blog entries and photos from the way back machine.

It was sad to see the end of the Winter Olympics last night, but I was ready for them to be over; I was really emotional for all of them and you can only be an Olympic shut-in for so long.  I don’t much care for sports, but I love the Olympics (winter more than summer).  I love how the Olympics shrink the distance between us and how we all get to experience the hospitality and sights of the host city, at least vicariously.  They’re like a two-week experiment in being a good neighbor and on your best behavior and they always make me happy. I can’t wait for London in 2012!

I think the end of the Olympics means that the business of winter is finally over and that we can start again.  I don’t know about you, but I’m so ready to put this gloomy gray suck-hole of a season back in the box.  The photo and set are also a nice little reminder that spring is coming.  It may not seem like it where you are, but it is.  Really…I have it on good authority.  Until then, courage.

xoxo

Mood: Supertastic
Music: New Scandinavian Cooking-“Varmland: Christmas Buffet”


Looking down Denver's 16th St. Mall, New Year's Eve 2009. Photo courtesy of denverpost.com



So, I pretty much had the best New Year’s Eve ever this year!  How about you guys?

Lil Big Johnny John John and I decided to spend the night in downtown Denver.  The were two fireworks displays (one at 9 pm, one at midnight) on the 16th St. Mall and hanging out with a lot of Denver on the street seemed like the perfect way to spend the holiday.  We stayed at a really nice hotel (The Westin) and made reservations at an amazing French retsaurant (BistroVendôme).  The fireworks, hotel, and restaurant were all within four blocks of each other, so we thought we’d check into the hotel early, “watch tv,” go to dinner, see the midnight fireworks show, then head back to the room to “drink tiny bottles of mini bar liquor.”

Dinner was tres bon!  LBJJJ and I had mussels, a potato and leak amuse-bouche, quiche with a tossed spinach salad, squab with chicken sausage and cabbage, and a red wine poached pear stuffed with a Gorgonzola cheese filling.  There were four courses and each was paired with a wonderful wine.

I made the dinner reservation for 10:30 in the hopes that we could have a nice, leisurely dinner then mosey/amble/saunter down to the fireworks.  We got to the restaurant early, but we had to wait for 15 or 20 minutes before a table in the main room opened up, but I so didn’t care.  The night had been going so well up until then and I was trapped in a glowing bubble of perfect night bliss.

We spent the dawn of the new decade (it’s weird to say that, bye 2000’s!) with funny hats and champagne in the restaurant, but again, didn’t care.  No amount of fireworks or crowds could have overshadowed the romantic night we were having.

Actually, we did see fireworks that night.  They shot them off the building right across the street from our hotel room and we watched the whole show from the window while we were “watching tv.”  C’est Magnifique!

After dinner, we went to a nearby bar for a few vodka drinks before the short walk back to the hotel. There were more good times, but I’m going to wrap it up here.  This is a family blog, y’all…use your imagination.

So yeah, Best.New Year’s.ever!  It wasn’t what we’d initially planned, but it turned out to be an extremely memorable, romantic holiday.

In other news, John and I both changed our dating site profiles to “seeing someone” and told Facebook we’re “In a Relationship” with each other.  So, I guess we’re like, official and stuff.  Squeeeeeeeeee!!!

Tune in next post for some wacky, yet obligatory New Year’s resolutions!

Mood: Wubba wubba wubba
Music: Carpenters-Superstar!


http://www.phys.ufl.edu/~klauder/images/chalkboard.jpg

Therefore, the problem of where I left my sandwich this morning has no solution within the set of complex polynomials and thus, cannot be solved. QED, y'all.



I think I’ve mentioned before how hard it is for us lovely trans-peeps to find El RomanceThe last post and adorable Jamie’s subsequent comment set me to pondering on how truly lucky I am.  It’s easy to forget your good fortune in the grind of life  and I was glad to have the chance to reflect on my happy state of affairs.

After a lot of  fond remembrance and some purring noises, the engineer that lives in my head started asking a bunch of annoying, engineer-y type questions.  How hard was it for me to meet someone, really?  Was it much harder than it is for other, cis-gendered women?  How much harder?  Is there a way to accurately quantify this experience in a rigorous, peer-reviewable fashion?  Have you ever noticed how I start a lot of my blogs with a lot of questions?  What’s up with that?  Is that a persistent trend or just something I’ll tire of in a few months?

Anyway, I’m sure this has been done somewhere else and with more skill and precision, but whatever.  This is my town and I’m just giving the people what they want…numbers and “science”! So, for what it’s worth, I offer you the following analysis and comparison of single Denver trans-girl dating in late 2009.

Approximate US population…308,000,000

If 50% are men…154,000,000

Approximate number of US men aged 25-44 (my dating range)…42,000,000

If 90% of them are straight or bisexual (using the “10% rule”¹)…37,800,000

How many of them live in Colorado (we’re about 7.7% of the US population)?…2,910,600

How many live in the Metro Denver area (about half)?…1,455,300

How many of those guys are “desirable”, e.g. not felons, not sex offenders, not homeless, not certifiably nuts, etc. (assuming 10% “undesirable”¹) ?…1,440,747

How many of those guys would date a transsexual (I have no idea, maybe 1 in 50¹)?…28,815

How many of those guys are the kind of guy who reads books, listens to good music, likes Art, is employed, doesn’t live at home, tolerates cats, isn’t a Republican, makes me laugh, is intelligent, isn’t into domestic violence, knows something about politics and current events, isn’t addicted to sports or Internet porn, isn’t already married/in a relationship/polyamorous, isn’t an alcoholic or drug addict, doesn’t drive a Hummer or monster truck, doesn’t like NASCAR, doesn’t care if I have tattoos, thinks I’m cute, and can take me out and buy me dinner every once in a while (ummm, 1 in 50 maybe¹)?…576

Chance I’ll meet one of these perfect guys on the streets of Denver? about 1 in 2500

Chance a cis-gendered woman with low standards will meet a guy on the streets of Denver? about 1 in 1

Chance a choosy, cis-gendered woman will meet a guy on the streets of Denver? 1 in 50

¹The data provided in these instances is a best-guess estimate, has not been verified, and should not be used as a basis for further academic research.  However, the author encourages ongoing, detailed collection of demographic data in the hopes that such data may one day support the suppositions contained herein.

To put it another way, it’s roughly two orders of magnitude or 50 times more difficult for me to find a suitable suitor compared to a straight, non-transsexual woman of Denver.  Yeesh, when you think about the odds, it almost seems like it’s not worth the bother.  Just kidding!  It’s all totally worth it and I highly recommend it.

So yeah, I’m lucky and I know it, clap your hands.  If you’re with someone, you should clap your hands as well.  If you’re not with someone and you want to be, go out there and find them!  The numbers say it’s far from impossible and not even as remote as winning the lottery or dying in a plane crash.  Chances are, you’re amazing and deserving of love and happiness, so go out there and get it!

Happa-happy Holidays!

p.s. For the record, I don’t believe that luck is a real thing.  However, I do believe that people can put themselves into a positive frame of mind where “lucky” things seem to happen…which is even better.

Mood: Mittens on kittens and warm woolen stockings
Music: Eluvium-I Am So Much More Me That You Are Perfectly You



It’s been a while since I posted some art…too long, I think.

A special fella took me to that Barnaby Furnas exhibition at the MCA a week or two before I got sick and it was a-mazing. I literally got weak in the knees and swooned a little bit in front of the main painting (the one that looks like Flood, might be Flood).  It was gigantic (like 15 feet tall x 20 feet across), and violent and sickly beautiful.  Honestly, I could have stared at it for another two hours.  There were two other really good ones, as well.  I still might go back for some more slack-jawed, awe gazing before it closes.

So anyway, too long without art…I think my recent hospital stay and the thrilling end of my grad school class this week both contributed to moving my finger farther from the pulse of arts on the webs.  In other words, I haven’t been keeping up on the art blogs and I haven’t randomly stumbled across any pieces I immediately fell in love with. So, today’s post is kind of a grab bag of pieces I found over the last hour.  They’re all good and worthy of blog space, but I kind of felt compelled to find something to fill the page.  And if you’ve noticed, I keep trying to branch out and share new styles.  I love pop surrealism and cutesy, brightly colored anything, but I feel one-note if that’s all I ever post.  I hope you appreciate the variety 🙂

Anyway…

Zombie Bank, 84 x 168 inches

Zombie Bank by Wendy White


Track by Wendy White



The two above are amazing.  It took me about 30 seconds  to move from dismissive to captivated.  It’s like they’re alluding to being reminiscent of graffiti and cheap spray paint…they’re so good, it’s sickening.  I love it when artists post their pieces to a website chronologically; you can see how they’ve developed their style and where they might be going.  If you look at Wendy White’s earlier pieces on her site (click one of the paintings), it’s clear that she’s reached a point where she has mastered this particular aesthetic.  ❤ ❤ <3!

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PAGES 34 AND 35 by Manfred Aescher



Same with this one above, go to his site and look at the series for a while.

Flashlight by Allison Grant


The Old Quarry by Justin McAllister

https://i1.wp.com/www.project4gallery.com/artists/beauchamberlain/images/youfirst_v2.jpg

you first by Beau Chamberlain


21st Century boys & girls golden mountain by SSIN

Mood: shagged out
Music: The Cramps-New Kind of Kick



I was getting ready to go out on a date the other day, and “Garbageman” by The Cramps came on the bathroom boombox. I love The Cramps and I miss them.  They kind of hung it up when their lead singer, Lux Interior traded in his mortal coil for a halo and a new pair of skin-tight, snakeskin pants in February of 2009.  I was lucky enough to see them once at The Ogden on New Year’s  Eve in 2000.  It was a magical show.


cramps-ogden-nye


Lux spent the entire night slowly stripping off his clothes and channeling the illegitimate swamp demon spawn of  Wanda Jackson and Frank Booth.  Ivy, Lux’s wife and The Cramps’ lead guitarist, serenaded his breakdown behind a giant, gold Gibson (295?).  At this point, both of them were in their middle 50’s and they still looked and sounded amazing. I think they could have gone for another fifteen years, at least.

Lux and Ivy were freaks.  They worshiped at the altar of low-brow, uniquely American kulture and cloaked themselves in B-sci-fi/horror and exploitation flicks, hot rods, two-fisting amphetamines and nitrous, sleazy sex, motorcycle gangs, go-go dancers, fetish magazines, hillbilly records, pulp fiction, switchblades, gender-bending, circus side shows, kinky pinups, and depravity.  In other words, The Cramps were my kind of people.

Poison Ivy and Lux Interior



The world was a far more interesting place with The Cramps in it, and they will be missed.

…yeah it’s just what you need,
when you’re down in the dumps,
one half hillbilly and one half punk,
big long legs and one big mouth,
the hottest thing from the north to come out of the south…

The CrampsGarbageman


…well my mama had twin babies,
on one sweet summer day,
she beat one in the head,
and I’m the one the got away,
protected by my wighat,
and my Fredrick snakeskin pants
I rode my horse to Hollywood,
and did a wondrous dance…

The CrampsCall of the Wighat


Rock’n’roll is so great that everyone in the world should think it’s the greatest thing that’s happening. If they don’t, they’re turds.

Lux Interior


an introduction





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