I’m so behind, no wait, I’m so Proud, no wait…

It’s pride weekend in San Francisco. Walked around the Castro and had dinner at Zao with friends last night. The US flag was waving where the gay flag usually is in the Castro. How cool is that.

Gay moments in my life: I was at the gym yesterday morning (The Gold’s on Market in the Castro) running back down stairs from the tricep dip machine in the middle of my superset. Look up to TV, see breaking news on CNN. Look closer. See that Supreme Court has overturned sodomy law. What a gay place for a gay moment. Within minutes the word has spread all over the gym. It was pretty cool.

Company has been in town this week. Counting Brian and I, there have been seven people in the house, not including the dawgs. Britton (upstairs neighbor, business partner, good friend) got bit by Fred last week. It was an accident, her hand got between two snarling dogs (one was Fred, the other belonged to Britton’s sister). Anyway, it got infected, she was in the hospital from Monday to Thursday, so I was also doing double duty at work and taking care of her pets. I told her, that sure is an extreme way to avoid one day of sales training (and trust me, her time in the hospital was a better use of time than my day at sales training).

Working from home today. Making baby back ribs for dinner. One set with a tomato marinade, the other with a carribean dry rub and sauce. Both should be good. Friends coming over for dinner with their kiddo, Nathan. He’s a cutie!

Going out dancing tomorrow night. Yeay, it will be fun, fun, fun.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Happy Days in HomoVille

The supreme court struck down the Texas sodomy law as unconstitutional in a 6-3 ruling today. Read one article about it here.

This is a big, big, big, big, happy win for equal civil rights.

What a great way to kick-off pride weekend!

Buy this used fucking car

I spent today at a sales seminar.

Here is my following disclaimer: Deep down inside, I’m a positive person with a firm belief in myself and my future. I hide it behind a healthy layer of cynicism, sarcasm, and black humor. That said, here’s my recap:

Let’s begin by stating that I hate meetings. I really hate meetings that start at 8:30am. I really really hate meetings without a catered breakfast. I especially hate meetings that are in the bowels of hotels in large conference rooms which make you look around and wonder where they hired a blind designer with access to faux floral peach touches, carpeting of antique maps, and 1200 rows of flourescent lighting. Aren’t we off to a good start?

The morning session was about “goal setting.” I’m not bragging, but I’ve got that down. In college, before I wrote down my goals, I wrote down my values. Then I wrote down goals that aligned to my values. I did this without any training. It’s just my nature. I review my goals on a regular basis. I set monthly, weekly, daily, quarterly, annual, 2 year, and 5 year goals. I break my goals down into manageable steps. I discover resources to help meet my goals. I tell my friends about my goals so they can be my goal coaches. I have written my obituary. I have written the story of my life in 10 year increments until I was age 100. Okay, let’s face it, I’m fucking neurotic about goals. What a waste of a morning.

We had a workbook where we could fill out our goals. I wanted to ask if I got crayons and a sippy cup too. The speaker was some tragic machisimo latino thang approaching middle-age in a cloud of denial. Actually, he wasn’t that bad, but close.

Then we had the “VIP” lunch. I was stuck at a table with a tree hugger who didn’t understand the difference between communism and commune-ism. There was an argument about taxes in the united states vs. health care in europe. Someone said, “but healthcare in america is so much better than Europe,” to which I wanted to reply, “yeah if you can afford it…”

But I took Paul’s advice from this Onion Article and kept my fucking mouth shut. I wanted to bite my tongue. I wanted to scream. But more than anything I wanted to run out of the building and never have to sit next to these people again.

I’m a sucker for a quiz

According to this test I’m:

Your Brain Usage Profile

Auditory : 52%
Visual : 47%
Left : 63%
Right : 36%

which means…

you are somewhat left-hemisphere dominant with a balanced preference for auditory and visual inputs. Because of your “centrist” tendencies, the distinctions between various types of brain usage are somewhat blurred.

Your tendency to be organized and logical and attend to details is reasonably well-established which should afford you success regardless of your chosen field of endeavor, unless it requires total spontaneity and ability to improvise, your weaker traits. However, you are far from rigid or overcontrolled. You possess a degree of individuality, perceptiveness, and trust in your intuition to function at much more sophisticated levels than most.

Having given sufficient attention to detail, you can readily perceive the larger aspects and implications of a situation or of learning. You are functional and practical, but can blend abstraction and theory into your framework readily.

The equivalence of your auditory and visual learning orientation gives you two equally effective sensory input systems, each with distinctive features. You can process both unidimensionally and multidimen- sionally with equal facility. When needed, you sequence material while at other times you “intake it all” and store it for processing later.

Your natural ability to use your senses is also synthesized in your way of learning. You can be reflective in your approach, absorbing material in a non-aggressive manner, and at other times voracious in seeking out stimulation and experience.

Overall you tend to be somewhat more critical of yourself than is necessary and avoid enjoying life too much because of a sense of duty. You feel somewhat constrained and tend to sometimes restrict your expressiveness. In any given situation, you will opt for the rational, and learning of almost any type should be easy for you. You might need certain ideas explained to you in order to fit them into your scheme of things, but you’re at least open to that!

What motivates you?

Okay, dear readers, what motivates you?

I’ve been thinking about this question a lot lately, and as far as I can tell, one of my primary motivators if fear.

Right behind that is the desire for recognition.

I only ask because these days my motivation seems to be on summer vacation.

I kind of feel like I’m taking a break, re-grouping, getting ready to go kick some ass. But at the moment my motivation is pretty chilled out.

So inspire me – what motivates you?

Titles are so lame

Mizz PickleJuice has updated her blog with a new template. It’s pretty faboo, but sadly enough I appear to have become obsolete and have been removed from her linkage. Oh well, homos adopting kids has become kind of passe – very 2001, if you know what I mean. [oooh, now that I write this, I see that I do appear, flattered enough, under the old school linkage. Not that writing a blog is all about the linkage. But I love my idea for the romanian orphanage or african village, so aside from these editorial comments, I'm not going to delete these paragraphs. - Ed.]

I think that to keep the world’s attention we are going to have to come up with a new gimmick. Perhaps purchase a romanian orphanage, teach them all to play musical instruments, and tour the world with the Bulgarian National Ballet. Or perhaps we could sponsor a west african village and bring them all to San Francisco for pride weekend. What’s obvious, though, is that this same-ol same-ol just isn’t going to cut it anymore.

Last night we had dinner with friends at Basil. It was good, but everybody else got to have cocktails, and I got San Pelligrino. Not that I’m bitching, but I’m bitching. Does that make any sense?

Afterwards, we headed to The Metreon for desert. Our friends have an 11 month old who is cute as a button. We sat outside in the grassy area and ate our desert. He is soon to be walking, so it was fun to watch him play in the grass.

Headed home and decided to blow off steam by going for a run. Ran through Golden Gate park in the dark, which is a first for me. It was actually a great run, and I managed to shave a few minutes off my time, finishing at 55 and some change. I didn’t run all the way to the ocean, but almost. I need a new walkman/MP3 player. Our server that we stored all our mp3 files on bit the dust, so my Rio has 11 songs on it that I’ve been listening to over and over again. Last night I took my old walkman so I could listen to the radio, but my favorite station for running didn’t have great reception in the park, so that was annoying. I really like my rio for running – it’s small, light, gets good battery life, etc. So I guess what I really need to do is redigitize our CD collection, aaaarrrgh!

After getting home decided it would be wisest to stay home for the evening, so thats what I did.

Ridiculous Quiz of the Day

Just for my pal Ray, I decided I should determine what Canadian Province I am.

The results:

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You’re British Columbia. You’re hip and happenin’
but also a nice person who isn’t a snob. Career
is important to you but it isn’t your whole
life. People assume that your life is perfect
and that you have it all, like you were born
with a silver spoon in your mouth. But it’s not
true; you do have your own set of troubles just
like everybody else.

What Canadian Province Are You?
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Happy Belated Anniversary to us

So last week Brian and I celebrated anniversary number six.

Which I think is pretty cool, considering how young I was when we met and all of the things we’ve been through over the years.

It doesn’t feel like six years though. How time flies.

On an entirely unrelated and competely bizzare note, I’ve actually found a book of poetry I enjoy reading. Granted, I can only stand to read one poem at a time. But thats why I keep the book in the bathroom. The timing is just about perfect :-)

Frosty Homos, Wed!

Homos in Canada can get married!

Read all about it here.

Congratulations to you. But I still couldn’t handle your weather :-) And just because you can stay home and get married is absolutely NO EXCUSE to miss SF pride. ;-)