No, this web journal has not been abandoned. But I've been busy decompressing. Last December, I turned in my last course-related paper in the pursuit of my Master's Degree. By that point, I'd had the monkey of an unwritten paper glaring at me over my shoulder pretty much consistently since January of last year. Not much energy to write for fun when there's the pressure of writing for academic pleasure (a rewarding if sometimes dry experience).

I just had a memory from childhood, entered a few words in Google, and found these people. I then went to AltaVista and found some more.

I was stripped of my inequality today.

Or, rather, I was reverse anti-gay bashed.

Call in the hate crime police.

Have I simply jumped on a bandwagon? Or am I really convinced?

I'm not sure, but I do know I've visited Howard Dean's Blog every day three times a day for the last week, and that only happens to me when someone really fascinates me.

What an all-encompassing, ongoing, lingering sense of apathy and lethargy has taken over. I've been stumbling into the office for the last two weeks and generating a very small amount of stuff of little consequence, with very little desire to do much.

Perhaps I should interpret that as a very real expression of fatigue?

The vacation coming will be very welcome.

Find me someone with a swimming pool.

There are no new rhymes

Fourth of July weekend saw me planning a journey to the New River. Last year, I trekked towards the New with a clan from CCT and Todd and Mark, and had a blast whitewater rafting.

Quick return to writing after weeks of silence:

• Parents decided that living in Medellín was in fact a better option that living 4 miles from the white house. Sometimes, I don't disagree. I'll miss having them around.
• Work's all right, but one sometimes wonders how decisions get made.
• Doing a whole lot of theater, and all's good. Best Little Whorehouse in Texas went well. I'm being recruited for doing more... trying to decide if I should let sanity prevail.

All right... anyone familiar with me knows I'm not about rainbow flags or equal signs or freedom rings or such trappings.

But given the fact that the Supreme Court decided today that I should no longer be considered a potential felon for liking the ole one-two with another fella, I figured it deserved hanging the rainbow flag on my balcone in some sort of celebration.

In case you have any continuing doubts about the ever-repeating and nonetheless changing character of our country:

What a fascinatingly frightening country the United States has slowly started feeling like.

The FBI goes around "interviewing" US citizens or Iraqui origin and we don't hear about it. There are only a few steps between that and asking them to "voluntarily" register with the FBI. And the frightening thing is that a vast proportion of our population wouldn't understand the historical implications of this.