I meant well!

We just subscribed to Cooking Light magazine. We had picked up a copy in Penn Station, and we liked a lot of what was in there.

As part of the online subscription process, I was given the option of signing up for various e-mail lists, including one that's a recipe-a-day mailing. Today, I received this recipe for Potato, Corn, and Leek Chowder. I forwarded the recipe to my in-house chef (also known as my hubby Marc), and I was looking forward to his making it.

Little did I know that it would be so labor intensive! He's been working on it for hours! The poor man! It looked like a relatively easy recipe, but I clearly had no idea what I was looking at.

I shot a few photos of the chowder fixings, but Smugmug isn't cooperating tonight (they're having some kind of technical issues). If I can, I'll add them to this post another time.

The one bit of good news is that Marc says it tastes fabulous (I haven't sampled it yet, but I'm sure he's right). With that said, I still feel guilty for causing him all of this work! And I was at a dinner event again tonight, so I couldn't even help!

Smugmug (my photo site) seems to be working again, so here are a few photos from Marc's creation process last night:


Sauteed leeks, celery and bell pepper


Corn kernels, freshly removed from the ears


Carving up the potatoes

I've got it good

What a nice life I have. Yes, work can be a burden (but that's why they pay me, I suppose), and life has its stresses. Still, things are good, and sometimes I snap a photo that seems to sum up my life nicely. I think this is one of those photos...


Mandy shares sunroom space with Daddy Marc

(BTW, I know I often suggest clicking on the photos for a better look, but this one really is worth it, so you can get a good look at that pretty face and her pretty brown eyes!)

The victory WE achieved

Yes, we! Apparently, I was instrumental in President-Elect Obama's victory. In fact, Barack and Michelle sent me a letter. It arrived in today's mail. It mentions the "victory we achieved," and it says to me personally, "Jess, this is your victory."

See how important I am? :)

Okay, seriously, this is pretty smooth. For once, a letter just to say thanks, instead of another solicitation. Smooth.

It goes a bit far, closing with, "For now, please accept our deepest thanks. We will never forget you."

Of course, it's a form letter, and I've never met the Obamas. They wouldn't know me if I got hit by their limo. With that said, it's smart of them to send out letters like this. They must have sent millions of these, but his campaign can afford it. It's a good investment to maintain that positive feeling among his supporters.

That was fun!

Last night, we went to see Blueprint: An Assignment. Our friend, Patrick*, was one of the writers and stars. When we hang out with him, we always enjoy his company, but I think we tend to forget how much creative talent is wrapped up in this man.

He danced, he sang (Summertime, in what I think was an improvised moment) and he acted. He really was terrific.

His troupe is performing in a small space on what, no doubt, is a shoestring budget. After the show, I told Patrick that I wasn't sure what to expect when we decided to see the show. He laughed, but it really was true. I didn't know what we would be seeing.

Happily, it was entertaining, eclectic and uplifting. For anyone in the area who has a little time to spare tomorrow night, along with a mere $15, get yourself over to (the Six Figures Theater Company at) The West End Theater, tomorrow (Sunday) night at 8pm. The address is 263 West 86th Street. The 1 train stops right on the corner, so it really couldn't be much easier to reach.

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*I feel a little silly writing, "our friend Patrick." Yes, he's most definitely our friend. It's just that we have a number of friends named Patrick. I'm not sure how that happened, but all of our friends Patrick are wonderful. We love them all, and we're fortunate to have them in our lives!

So where were we?

Let's get back to the rugby photos, shall we?






The tall guy to the left is Andy. Aside from being gorgeous and built, he's a sweetheart.


Speaking of built, there goes Jason again. Love those legs!







Be sure to click on each photo for a better view.

More to come!

*Steamed*

The bigots will lose. They'll lose, not just because they're wrong and I believe good will triumph over evil in the end, but because they're not constantly reminded of the current state of affairs by everyday things.

This morning, while watching CBS Sunday Morning, I saw a piece on Dennis Hopper. Among the things they talked about were his four marriages (Wikipedia says it's actually five), including his marriage to Michelle Phillips. That one lasted 8 days. He and the reporter had a nice chuckle over the 8 day marriage, as I sat here, resisting the urge to yell FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! at the television.

Mr. Hopper's longest involvement in the sacred institution of marriage was just over half the time Marc and I have been together, but the bigots have the nerve to say we shouldn't have the right to marry? Fuck them! This isn't a religious issue--we're not asking any church to marry us, just our government (to which we pay more taxes than the vast majority of straight people)--and I'm fed up. Not that I just reached this point. I've been fed up with the bigots for a very long time. Rather, this morning's story was salt in the wound.

That's the point, really. Every day brings some fresh salt for the wound. In a way, that's good. It keeps reminding all of us that we're being subjected to discriminatory treatment. More importantly, we're not the only ones who see it. Most younger people, whether straight or gay, see the truth, and they will fix this eventually.

Remember Dr. King's words (eerily, delivered the night before he was killed)?

Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land!

I'm not planning on going anywhere, but the point is the same. I may not be here when the fight for equality finally is won, but we will win. People can be misled, but, in the end, Americans are good at finding the right thing to do. It may take a while, but this country will find its way to fairness and equality, and the bigots will be remembered like the bigots who opposed equal rights for blacks, women and every other minority group.

On with the (rugby) show

Time to start sharing photos from the last match of the season...




No chicken legs on that man!















I don't have as many photos as usual from this last match, so I'll hold it there, just so I can get at least one more post out of these! :)

The rest of the Gotham v. North Jersey rugby photos

Here are the rest of the ones from that match (the ones I continued a few posts ago)...














A view of the Triborough Bridge from the field




Another shot of the spectator from the end of the last post

Okay, that's it, but there's another match to share! I hope I'm not burning you out on rugby photos!

The bailout that really pisses me off

There's plenty to be pissed about. The Wall Street bailout is an obscenity, considering the extraordinary greed and high living of so many in that industry, but I understand why letting the whole system crash wasn't an option. The AIG bailout... Okay, so we don't want people to lack the security their insurance policies are supposed to provide. I get it. I don't like it, but I get it... and at least we get an ownership stake for our tax dollar investment.

The auto makers? Hmmm. Well, the complete collapse of the auto industry would be a heck of a blow to the economy, but perhaps it's time for American auto makers to shrink dramatically. They've been greedy, stupid and shortsighted for long enough. Management, along with the greedy labor unions, have this coming. So I'm not too thrilled with the bailout now being discussed, but maybe we can force modernization, real green cars (not GM's asinine "light hybrid" bullshit cars) and change things so assembly line workers aren't paid like highly skilled professionals (sorry, kids, but screwing on the headlights shouldn't pay like an architect, engineer, etc.).

But the one that really pisses me off? The effort to bail out people who bought more home than they could afford. Marc and I had opportunities through the years to buy bigger houses. We make enough that we could have qualified for much bigger mortgages, even without a bullshit no-money-down loan, but we were responsible (as wild a concept as that seems to be these days) and kept payments to what we could reasonably afford. If people bought McMansions with adjustable-rate mortgages they now can't afford, then foreclosure is a proper answer. If they have any equity built up (many don't, since reasonable down-payments apparently weren't a concern, either), then they'll get the excess money from the sale. For those who are "under water," because the house isn't worth as much, too bad. Our house isn't worth anywhere near what it was a few years ago. Oh well, that's the way things work. There are no guarantees.

Bailing out people who ignored common sense and bought a house they couldn't afford, using the tax money from responsible people like us, is just wrong. And people argue for this sham program with the position that it helps prevent further erosion of real estate values. Hey, has anybody thought that real estate values have become overvalued and should erode? I hear it around here, people moaning about house values. Well, tough shit! The ones I love are the seniors who bought their houses for $10,000 and are moaning that the value has "dropped" to $500,000. Well, boo fucking hoo. These usually are the same people who don't want to pay school taxes, because "I don't have kids in school anymore." Well, you know what, fuckhead? I've never had kids in the schools, and I never will. But I never complain about my school taxes. Paying them is my civic duty! To quote Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, "I like paying taxes. With them, I buy civilization."

But I doubt even the good Justice would have appreciated his taxes bailing out irresponsible people. People making $40,000 a year shouldn't be buying houses that cost $500,000. The math doesn't work, and we shouldn't have to pay for their stupidity. If you did something like that, you should lose your house and move to something you can afford.

How I feel, too

I found the text below on this man's blog. He saw it posted by another blogger who got it here (apparently, the original author). I read this and thought it pretty well summarizes how I feel...

To all you folks who voted Yes on Prop 8...

Fuck you. Yes, I'm talking to you. I'm done being polite about this, about pleading my case with civility and discourse.

Fuck your arguments about children, education, or "activist judges", because it's about none of those things, and you know it. You hide your bigotry behind lies and political rhetoric.

Fuck your argument that the only good family unit contains a mother and a father. I was raised by a single, awesome dad, and I turned out pretty fucking great. Fuck you for marginalizing my childhood.

Fuck your arguments about the sanctity of marriage, my partner and I have been together fourteen years, what makes your marriage more worthy of state recognition? Spare me the lecture. Or, make divorce and quickie weddings illegal, too.

Fuck your arguments about the history of marriage, learn its *real* history, which is hardly confined to the last few centuries of Christian belief. If the church didn't want this day to come, they should not have let the government take over marriage. But since they did, and since government should treat everyone equally, we are here now. We're not the concept of marriage as it stood three hundred years ago, we are here, right now. Act like it.

Fuck your argument that it's about freedom of religion, which only proves that it's a clear violation of the separation of church and state. How would you like it if I voted on your religious rights, too?

Fuck your arguments about the "slippery slope" it would create, in either marriage or democracy. Give society some fucking credit for having a modicum of common sense. A sudden wave of marrying dogs and widespread polygamy won't happen, and you know it.

Fuck you when you say that civil unions should be enough, because separate but equal isn't equal, and you know it.

Fuck your excuses about the will of the people, because sometimes all that amounts to is mob rule, especially when that mob is created through fear and lies, religious dogma, and massive out-of-state funding.

Fuck you for saying "oh, please understand that *my* personal decision isn't driven by religious beliefs or moral propriety," because underneath it all, it most certainly is... and if you're dancing around that issue to justify your vote some other way, you're in denial.

Fuck you for saying "some of my friends are gay" and still voting yes, because it doesn't hide your bigotry. Your actions are your words.

Fuck you for making me a second-class citizen.

Thankfully we have a President now who acknowledged my existence as a Gay American in the first few minutes of his acceptance speech. Maybe, in time, his efforts at unifying this country will be successful for all of us, gay and straight. I don't always agree with Andrew Sullivan, but he had a great post tonight that said "We must never let popular votes affect our own internal sense of our worth, our equality, our dignity as human beings. Our marriages are real; all that is at issue is whether a majority will recognize them in law. The next generation already does."

Rugby photos

We never finished the rugby photos from this season, so I'll share more now. I last posted photos a few weeks ago and will continue with more from that same match...


A spectator at the match, getting a pet from Marc






Cuddling ruggers (I love being with a gay rugby team) :)
















Love his eyes (click on the photo for a better view)


Another spectator

That's it for this post, but there are lots more photos to come!

Fighting Proposition 8

Like so many people, I am disgusted by the passage of California's bigotry-inspired Proposition 8.

With that said, I don't think trying to overturn it in the courts is the best way to go. I want to see it overturned and the right to marry preserved, but I think the only meaningful way to make that happen is through another initiative in two years. My understanding--very limited though it may be--is that another vote can be taken in 2010 to change the California constitution again. That's the way to get this done. By the way, just to digress briefly, what kind of constitution can be amended so easily (majority vote) and so often? I thought constitutions were supposed to be more solid than that, rather than subject to the whims of the people.

If a court throws out "the will of the people," the bigots will have a great rallying cry and forever be able to hold up gay marriages as some sort of fake/stolen institution. Instead, I think it's important for the people of California to rise up and resoundingly reject this bigotry at the polls. It didn't happen this time, but the momentum is in our favor, and the passage of time will let more sensible people wake up and see this act for what it really is.

A classy end to this race

I'm watching John McCain's concession speech, and this may well be the classiest concession speech I've ever seen. What a wonderful moment!

This says a lot for the man who was hidden behind a campaign that really didn't do him justice. Perhaps this speech is the real John McCain who is sorry for the bitterness of the Republican campaign.

I'm happy for the outcome of this race, but I'm also proud of this moment as an American, seeing the losing candidate in a hard-fought campaign speaking so strongly for the good of the country.

Bravo, Senator McCain!

Mom, I hope you can see this!

Do they watch election returns in heaven? My Mom, the former League of Women Voters president and civil rights advocate, would have loved this. We're about to elect a black man President of the United States. This is terrific!

More than that, she would love that such a smart, well-educated man is going to take office, especially after the past 8 years. We're about the replace the President who wiped his feet on the Bill of Rights with a Constitutional Law professor! So Mom, I sure hope you can see this!

An important announcement

Tomorrow, voters have an important choice to make. Before walking into the booth, you need to know some important facts.

Bernice wants you to think she cares about the needs of others, but here's the truth:

-Bernice spends all day on the couch, giving no thought to others who may be locked in the pen downstairs
-Bernice gives no thought to the cost of the treats she gulps down
-Bernice can't be trusted around your chocolate chip cookies. She is a well known cookie thief!
-Bernice takes bribes. Don't believe it? Offer her some food.

Can we trust our future to this face?



Bernice. Wrong on treats. Wrong on the couch.


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Happy Birthday, Danny Cipriani

Perhaps you're wondering who Danny Cipriani is. Well, as it happens, this is a rugby post, since Mr. Cipriani is an English rugby player who celebrates his 21st birthday today. Normally, 21 would be too young to get my attention (not to mention 19 or 20, when he first came to my attention), but, in this young rugby player's case, I'll make an exception. So how about a few photos of the birthday boy?







How would you like to be whoever is helping him celebrate his birthday?

NY Marathon on TV

I'm not a runner. Even when I was thinner and in better shape, I wasn't into running. Cycling was more my thing. Given the recent discovery of my hidden medical issues, it turns out to be a very good thing. After we learned of this, the doctor told me that any exercise involving repetitive impact (such as running) was to be avoided. (Yeah, I know what you're thinking, you pervs. He meant vertical spinal impact--there is nothing in the world that will get me to give up doing that, even if it does involve repetitive impact.)

So on to the real point of this post. Today, on our local NBC station, they are showing the New York City Marathon. Who is watching this? Perhaps if you're a marathon fan and don't live around here, you might watch (although watching a marathon on TV strikes me as every bit as strange as watching golf on TV), but who lives in this area and is that much of a marathon fan but isn't either running in the marathon or cheering from the sidelines? Clearly, there's something I don't know or understand in all of this!

Abandoned!

Okay, not quite, but I'm home along tonight. Marc has a black tie event for work. I could have gone. In fact, some of his colleagues asked, "is Jess going to be there tonight?" But we decided a while ago that he'd go solo tonight. I think it was a financial decision, if memory serves. In any case, this evening he's out alone.

Before he left, I took a picture of him in his tux...



Doesn't he look handsome?

Now, remember in my post about the charity dog walk when I mentioned how smashing the orange thingie looked on Mandy? Well, here are some photos...




Doesn't she look friendly and cooperative?

You're seeing a genuine Mandy look in that last photo. If anyone ever tells you Labs are mushy and sweet all the time, ask them if they've met Mandy. On the other hand, Mandy isn't pure Labrador. Maybe it's the mix! Might be something like bull terrier, and that would explain a lot. She's usually sweet, but she can get pissy when she wants to!

Not to be outdone, in fashion sense or being uncooperative, here's Dodger...



And last but not least, here's Bernice...


Bernice had removed her orange thingie by the time this was taken

That's what I've got for you tonight. Perhaps I'll continue the rugby photos soon, if anyone's interested!

Today

Today, I am 15,555 days old.

Just felt like sharing that.