link, as promised

For some reason I am not able to hyperlink this, so here is the url for the article I mentioned before. Please read it.
http://www.nybooks.com/articles/18050

Revisiting Terri Schiavo

This story might have blown off the radar of most people by now but today I read an article from the NY Review of Books (link to follow when I get home) that got me thinking about this again, and in a new way. I hadn't thought of this in terms of sexism (maybe I live under a rock but it seems like this angle didn't get a whole lot of play when the Great National Debate about this real, human woman was happening) before but Joan Didion really makes some revelatory points in this article. Like how it was never actually concluded in the 15 years that she was "vegetative" that she had been bulimic and that this condition is what led to her cardiac arrest. THAT IS WHAT THEY TOLD US! All that was evident is that she had gained some weight and lost it. What was really interesting though was Didion's acknowledgement of what this fabrication covertly implied, and what at the time really sickened me: that if this woman was bulimic she was already on a path of self destruction and thus!
really brought this on herself. That is some truly messed up thinking. I recommend this article as CRUCIAL. The whole situation made me so sad at the time because there didn't seem to be a place on her side of the debate that wasn't evangelic-right wing-political. And yet I couldn't get behind the "suffering husband," right-to-die angle either because THERE WAS NO DIRECTIVE. After reading this article I am angry. It was wrong to remover her feeding tube. I just couldn't put into words WHY before I read this. Sent via Cingular Xpress Mail with Blackberry

Ian Harris: boyfriend, published.

Please view Ian's very first published poem here. For those of us who remember the spring of '97, you may also remember the events described herein. Or at least the non-poetic part about breaking down in Susumu's car in the desert en route to interstate booty call.

Oops. Did I ruin the whole thing? You be the judge.

Fini. 

Part 2 

Dinosaur, grabbing old metal junk. 

Underneath a bridge (don't know which) by the Dinosaur Steel Factory.  

There was a face in the clouds, but it was gone by the time I got back with my camera. This is from my back porch. 

No fun allowed. 

also from the train 

From the train 

I ate the brown, the green and the pink 

Long time...no blog.

Here is a partial list of things I've done since I last updated ye olde b__g.
1. Ate three cupcakes in one sitting at Magnolia Bakery in NYC.
2. Participated in Michael Merck's Typewriter Chorus as part of Chicago's Version 05 Fest.
3. Kayaked the Chicago river in a tandem kayak with Ian, until we both leaned at the same time and capsized.
4. Aided by Mr. Ken Harris, dad extrordinaire - hopped McGrath Lexus' barbed wire fence and hailed a Turkish taxi. This done soaking wet and covered in the industrial murk of Chicago's finest waterway.
5. Saw first cardinal of spring.
6. Read The Art of Living Backwards by Heidi Julavits and several issues of the New Yorker.
7. Purchased inordinate quantities of thrift store apparel, and worn some of it... without washing it first. (tsk tsk)
8. Made plans for West Texas brou-ha-ha with a coupla lovely ladies.
9. Half-assedly tried to go on the South Beach diet, for like 2 hours.
10. Thanks to the help of this lady here, learned definition of "crunk." FINALLY!
11. Started hip hop dance class at Chicago's amazing Old Town School