Last night Kendra and I kicked off her Amazing Birthday Adventure (she will be turning *ahem* years old next week, and we’re going on a trip to celebrate . . . in fact I’m writing this post from the airport. Look! The future!) with a concert.
My longest-standing favourite band ever ever is Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers (previously known as The Refreshments of “Banditos” fame). They’re a band local to Arizona and despite getting brief national/international fame, they’ve stayed true to their Southwestern roots. I’ve seen them in concert more times than I could possibly count.
More rambling below the jump.
I find it amusing in a gallows humour kind of way that when surrounded by family members, with an incredibly loving wife available via a variety of mediums, and a whole host of understanding friends ready to lend an ear; I find myself turning to my blog — a blog which I have been woefully neglectful, of late, to try and work through my feelings.
I guess I’m a writer at heart after all. Who knew?
More rambling below the jump.
I have been borderline obsessed with a specific work of art for almost half my life. It’s a French piece from the end of the 19th century by William-Adolphe Bouguereau called “Young girl defending herself against Eros.”
If you’ve been in my home, you know I have a framed print of it, but the print (or any print of an oil) just doesn’t do it justice.
Here’s the whole story . . .
I’ve got some amazing tips that will help you as you prepare to move your stuff, whether across town or across the country:
- Don’t. Stay where you are currently living and never move. Ever. Squat if you have to. Make them remove you bodily if needs be. Dignity is for people who don’t have to move.
- Hire someone. Make sure they’re reputable if you ever want to see your stuff again, but you may not care. I know I don’t.
- Light that shit on fire. Because seriously, you don’t need it that bad. You’re better off buying it again when you get to your new house, and haven’t you been meaning to simplify your life? Fire is simple.
There you go. Three simple suggestions to make your moving day a breeze!
The BBC is reporting that scientists and doctors in the UK will be meeting to discuss the need to vaccinate young men against HPV.
It is regularly said by health professionals in the US that HPV vaccine is something which is and should be only for females, but clearly the vaccine has been shown to be effective for men too. Which is a good thing, since HPV has been determined to be the cause of some 2,000 cases of cancer each year in the UK alone.
The point to all of this? I don’t know that I have much of one. The CDC estimates that over 75% of the sexually active population has been or will be exposed to HPV. At least 15% are infected, however this number is believed to be low since there is no reliable test available for men yet.
In short, any kind of vaccine is not only a good idea, it’s vital to the general health of the population.
I know that any number of people would give me no end of shit for so easily claiming Alba as my homeland, but one cannot help how the heart feels. And tonight, my heart is heavy indeed.
Faced with the opportunity to follow through with a shared dream which every Scot that I have ever known, and by all the gods have I known a few, has harboured in their chests; the people of my family’s land and the land to which I look back on with eternal…Well, with eternal mixed feelings…but that’s not the point here, now is it?
The dream of once again having a country of their own, free from rule by a government which does not represent them, does not understand them, and certainly does not respect them. As an American and a student of history, I respect the hell out of those motivations.
And yet, they’ve gone and cocked it right up, now haven’t they?
At last count, the vote stood at 45% for Independence and 55% against. Too close to call it a mandate and too far for there to be much of a doubt by any but the most loyal of supporters, which I fully understand. Instead, Westminster may have the out they need to continue business as usual, while the world keeps turning.
The good news in all of this of course being that at least Montreal is denied an excuse to try and seceded. Again.
Alright, I’m ok again. Whew.
EDIT: Just had to add my favorite tweet from this entire mess: