tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183825032024-03-05T14:38:19.632-06:00The Ambassador RiposteAmbassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-26104242160051544512010-10-20T16:49:00.001-05:002010-10-20T16:51:22.622-05:00Never Look Back<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVJldruKqd2QMRPB4_rxaKfKY_E2Gjz_MsgI_xOohgnRwAAZ8k8l7Yv2Hzq7ze3_dNjM7NP9_VL9G_76-V9wHDSaJYZCRNlGUozbSgatPRt1ucon6LbNELmjCaac7SmNnR7LcFw/s1600/DSC_0455.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530249023473382866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVJldruKqd2QMRPB4_rxaKfKY_E2Gjz_MsgI_xOohgnRwAAZ8k8l7Yv2Hzq7ze3_dNjM7NP9_VL9G_76-V9wHDSaJYZCRNlGUozbSgatPRt1ucon6LbNELmjCaac7SmNnR7LcFw/s400/DSC_0455.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-24825865103171824702010-10-20T16:33:00.003-05:002010-10-20T16:43:07.774-05:00What Will You Do After Purple?<div align="justify">Along with countless assorted friends, family and acquaintances, I am wearing purple today. We are showing our unity, striving to be a vibrant, visible sign to those out there who’re struggling to just get through high school, to get through life – at a time when so much of the world is confronting them with the worst it has to offer.<br /><br />Thanks to the efforts by the folks at the <em>It Gets Better Project</em>, many people are sharing their stories – true stories that often start in pain, yet end in joy and beauty. Tomorrow, after you take off your purple and put it away, you still have a job to do: Share your stories. You may not be gay or ever have been bullied, but I know you have a story to tell that will help someone out there. It’s time for us to reach out.<br /><br /> ---------------------------------------<br /><br />It didn’t take a genius to figure me out in high school. Let’s see, I was in Band, Orchestra, and Choir. I was Drum Major in the Marching Band. Not only was I in plays and musicals IN school, but I also performed with the local community players. Then there was Student Council, Scholastic Quiz Bowl, Forensics Team, and Computer Club. I was so uptight, I practically squeaked when I walked. (Oh, and a B- was nearly the end of the world…)<br /><br />I knew I wasn’t like my friends, and <strong><em>I’d known that all my life</em></strong>. At 14, I finally found the words to say it to myself, and did what I considered a very brave act. I had a cassette tape recorder – <em>some of you may have to Google that</em> – and every now and then, I’d record the following …and then “pretend” to forget that it was on there.<br /><br /><em>“I am gay. What am I going to do about it? ...........Nothing…”<br /><br /></em>Of course, I never did forget to erase it; it was just a stupid game. Stupid, but somehow it got me through. Even if it wasn’t truly brave, it felt brave to me – and that’s all that mattered. This was the early 1980s in very rural Northern New York State; being gay was NOT something you talked about with anyone, except as crude locker room jokes at the expense of others.<br /><br />Sure enough, I got called every imaginable name in high school, and sure enough, it hurt like hell. But somehow, I managed to hold onto hope and the knowledge that someday - not too far in the future – I’d be able to get on with life. (College isn’t perfect, but it’s a hell of a lot better than high school!)<br /><br /> ------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Thanks to the incredible outpouring from breathtakingly fabulous people, YouTube is now packed with hundreds of stories of survival, of anguish and support and love and friendship. Rather than dwelling on just how awful high school is, there are some essential things we need you to know. </div><div align="justify"><br /><strong>It gets better.</strong> I know it must seem cliché now, but I have to tell you – looking back, I could never have hoped that life would turn out this well. There will be wonderful, deep abiding friendships that last longer than you’ve been alive so far. You’ll make mistakes, you’ll be terrified of admitting you need someone to lean on, and you’ll be wildly passionate about a hundred different causes. You’ll visit places where you’ll feel truly, madly, deeply at home in a way that you may never be able to articulate to anyone. Some of your friends will become the best family you could ever imagine – and some of your family will become your most ardent supporters. And you’ll find your own way of getting through.<br /><br />Oh…and there will be love. You’ll fall in love – and you’ll get your heart broken. And you’ll fall in love again. And along the way, you’ll find out how remarkable it is to love and to be loved, just for being you.<br /></div><div align="justify">So, hold on. Be here for the good stuff. Be truly you. Stick around and see how much better it gets. No one’s promising that it won’t suck along the way, and no one’s saying that life as an adult is a piece of cake; just remember that we’re out here – and we are LIVING proof that life gets so much better.</div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><div align="justify"> --------------------------------------------<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><em>So, to all of us:</em></strong> tomorrow, we might not be wearing purple, but we need to, <em><strong>must</strong></em> carry this feeling with us. There is no wrong time to reach out. There is no bad time to let others know you care. Share your struggles and triumphs. Be a good friend and a great example. Let your children catch you doing good things. Dream big and dare to love. Open your minds to a world that is better today than it was yesterday, but not as great as it will be tomorrow.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><strong>And be there, so these kids can be here to see that it gets so much better.</strong>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-80096577691791644902009-09-17T08:04:00.009-05:002009-09-17T08:22:14.021-05:00Sad, but still Marvelous<div align="left">We lost another bright light yesterday.<br /><br />Mary Travers was a big part of my early music life - we had the Peter, Paul & Mommy album. I'm surprised we didn't wear it out.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382421947577610194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrdCSSej54mq5ep5DRtUbz5yXSRywlEHTEd0aQ2I1SWVtI31pPeemxBfYbe1hWrGbXiwFEo_nVYfovWqoZQBKrAfP0Z99fJ96iRll32VXPUjWl-D7cVyCHaRk_O8EB2cd6YGZqg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="left">I knew every song by heart, all the lyrics and all the parts. It wasn't until much later in life that I realized how extraordinarily well-crafted these songs and arrangements were/are. And one of the most magical things about them is how truly effortlessly they sang these songs.<br /><br />Infused with humor, yearning, giddiness and pathos, these songs grabbed hold of me and never let go.<br /><br /><em>I Have a Song to Sing, O!<br /><br />Puff, The Magic Dragon<br /><br />Day is Done<br /><br />Going to the Zoo Tomorrow<br /></em><br />But. The one that has always been the best, my most favorite, is the one that makes me well up with tears, despite never having had children of my own.<br /><br /><em><strong>The Marvelous Toy<br /></strong></em><br />The last verse just gets to me.<br /><br />So, today we celebrate the life of a lovely singer who touched the lives of a lot of people for several generations.<br /><br />Mary, you will always be Marvelous to me.</p><p align="left"><br /></p><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLYefZkOMB0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLYefZkOMB0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-55082269106914244322009-09-13T07:31:00.005-05:002009-09-14T19:06:33.122-05:00Walking, Soles United!<div align="justify">Yesterday, we held our SideWALK Sale to raise funds for our NO/AIDS WALK team, <a href="http://www.noaidswalk.com/site/TR/Events/General?team_id=3220&pg=team&fr_id=1060">Soles United</a>.<br /><br />There was only a 70% chance of rain...but it had been raining pretty much all the time, every day for that last 10 days. This had us concerned.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I got up and walked the dog around 6:30am and to my surprise, there was actually a sunrise. You know, one that you could <em>see</em>.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">OK...so far so good.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">We managed to set up in time for the early birds - and 9am, we still had decent weather. We had mixed clouds and sun for the next 2 hours.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And. Then.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Well...it only started to sprinkle. And then stop. And then sprinkle again.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And around 11:20, it start seriously drizzling and we decided to pack it in. (We were set up under the eaves of the condo building, which is further shelter by an ancient live oak tree.)</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Um...We weren't counting on the electricity.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">You know, the <em>natural</em> kind?</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">There was thunder and lightning the likes of which we've not seen in at least 5 years here. At one point the storm was overhead, the flashes and booms nearly simultaneous and I thought to myself, this is not the time to be <em>carrying this metal headboard back in the house</em>.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So, we succeeded in packing up the last of the unsold items without getting struck by lightning - a little sore and wet, but alive. For a rainy Sunday morning, during church time and one the morning of the first Saints game of the season (a home game, no less!), we did OK. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So, we are down to the last of it - we'll be carousing the French Quarter this Friday and Saturday evening, twisting arms and adding to the coffers for our Walk Team. Our team is doing well this year, but as in years past, I have my own very personal reasons for Walking.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Having been the recipient of their services in the past, I do what I can to help support the NO/AIDS Task Force. I know many of the wonderful folks who work there - and count a lot of them as friends. If you can and wish to support this cause, you can check out my personal pledge page <a href="http://www.noaidswalk.com/site/TR/Events/General?px=1003922&pg=personal&fr_id=1060">here</a>. Any donations you are able to give - $5, $10 - anything - is more than they had before.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And from me...thank you. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381477394563213122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1x6ETKwcSmMdwkJ0Zm9bhr8YFXS0LxY9iu8lWeXnk3d4xlz-U-fiL5tInsRFYYvXq8rI5FtGWrA654C2aLKMORnxgnTJl5Mue0qmYjNBXS7ROywOo4A40CNsFroRqhYOJjMQdA/s400/1060_1187316672_custom.jpg" border="0" /><br />Anyway, next Sunday is the <a href="http://www.noaidswalk.com/site/TR/Events/General?pg=entry&fr_id=1060">NO/AIDS WALK</a> - if you are in the New Orleans area and want to show your support, come on down to Audubon Park before the kick off at 10AM. It's always a lot of fun and it's for an incredibly important cause.Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-11612890135051803502009-09-08T08:40:00.003-05:002009-09-08T08:44:58.688-05:00Of Rants and Racism and Presidential Speeches<div align="justify">In just a short while, President Obama will be addresses the students of America, our future.<br /><br />While I do agree that the accompanying lesson plan was not crafted in the most well-thought out manner, I am having a hard time getting all the stains out of the ceiling tile from each time my head has exploded over the last week, listening to the unfathomable brouhaha.<br /><br />Here in Louisiana, it is optional from parish to parish. Public schools in New Orleans are all viewing the President's speech, while the suburbs (to which all the white flight occurred) are making it optional and at the superintendents’ discretion. Some schools are offering alternative assignments and giving parents the option to have their kids not watch it.<br /><br />What I want to know is this: how long are they estimating this speech to be? Tops, 10 minutes, right? After all, how long are kids going to really pay attention?<br /><br />The argument that it disrupts the curriculum for the day is specious at best. It takes longer to wrangle students for a bathroom run. And how much is this costing in administration and extra labor hours to provide the alternative activity and more teachers/substitutes to watch the kids who are not viewing the speech?<br /><br />And finally (sorry for the soapbox moment), if the righties really fear this as a piece of potential indoctrination, why not let the President go through with it as originally planned? At that point, a righty could then step back and say, “See. This is exactly what we were talking about. He is Satan/Hitler/Mussolini/Easter Bunny Killer.”<br /><br />The stupid. It burns.</div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-74308160889448953932009-09-07T12:32:00.011-05:002009-09-07T13:14:39.754-05:00We Heard A Rumor<div align="justify">So, Labor Day Weekend is Southern Decadence in New Orleans, an event that started in 1972 as little more than a bar crawl and has now become a massive series of parties and gatherings, culminating in the very popular parade Sunday afternoon.</div><div align="justify"><br />This, of course, leave Monday - Labor Day - for recovery.</div><div align="justify"><br />Southern Decadence now draws more than 100,000 folks to New Orleans every year - and despite Hurricane Katrina squashing the big events, a rag-tag bunch still wandered about the French Quarter on Sunday, September 5th in their own version of the parade. </div><br /><div align="justify">Police tried to stop the procession - understand, this was less than a week after the levees had failed. However, one of the revelers actually produced the parade permit that had been granted by the Southern Decadence organizers, and the parade went on unhindered.</div><br /><div align="justify">Last year, the parade was completely thwarted by the mandatory evacuation for Hurricane Gustav. Things could have gone on - most of the Quarter only lost power for 2-4 hours on average. </div><br />Alas.<br /><br />This year, we started hearing buzz about a new entry in the parade.<br /><br /><strong>A Gay Marching Band.</strong><br /><br />Really, what could be more fabulous?<br /><br /><div align="justify">Of course the jokes started flying when we heard this rumor - with a gay marching band of 200 members, we speculated that the general (and highly stereotypical for humor's sake) makeup would be:</div><br /><ul><li>9 Lesbians playing bass drum</li><li>112 piccolo players</li><li>53 color guard</li><li>and 26 queens fighting to be Drum Major(ette)</li></ul><p align="justify">We could not have been more wrong - and all jokes aside, they were <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">sensational</span></strong>.</p><p align="justify">The group - <a href="http://www.gaybands.org/">Lesbian & Gay Band Association</a> - is in New Orleans this weekend for their annual national conference, and offered to play in the parade. Nearly 200 strong, they had a huge brass section, lots of percussion and woodwinds - and to be fair, only 3 drum majors, 5 flags and 7 piccolo players. (There were several lesbians playing drums...)</p><br /><p align="justify"></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378786044466226002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyyrJ0fNY8vUfQR5yhlGAWKLSP-uV26SN0FMvGGSt6IquVKBLmc14xa9jbjuGYGdT4JOc3ZbVYfGx7jrRN4foN53Ea0G8Oo44BWe7oRDoeN8opAgFQJUWxIL6EzOeFYj8YjRM-A/s400/gay+band3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378786903180100082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjko7NVaUUIdsTmoKOTV3hplso2hHIG5cXEbsyKnrP97oiakl6NpAmCt6S4zIv5ZvuNJ1ZCxKPZXFRmt6t7Zhyphenhyphenn2duXpsXZVYgCNwevko-23TH7mXEGpK3PpO6nJW5aoQ2xAXi_bw/s400/gay+band1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378786423899814674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidytdA0B0dZ9D6CjebEGfqvMevZK4ZC-UFJIwnD7EQk4ncEfjgbjEBbjhRS2qEk_lNJWv0rmLVqb-cs4HZbsdBrnwr6B_G2zowA8rKmOuiVTHUt_3S3m7M18XpxETpivc1iXm2WA/s400/gay+band2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378787182536538274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpKHauwjLJ901M0KWk_l3EnhoeOTZdEHV6Lf3K2TqMpGeiKELIwWDyeDl-el9WZD7fNcKyrCXKV7dLRyY3xdu0XCO3SIj55ap0_UjyhmSbrwmcHzk7uA_yxgHNRSsxTqPsIlXhg/s400/Paloma.jpg" border="0" /> This is Paloma - one of the Grand Marshall's for 2008 and 2009. She and her co-Marshall, Tittie Toulouse, reigned again this year after not having the chance to fulfill their duties last year. Paloma is so sweet, photographs really well and can walk in killer shoes - but let's just say that lipsynching is not her strong suit...</p><p><br /><br /></p><p>It was a wonderful parade - and despite some very heavy downpours, the timing for the parade was perfect.</p><br /><br /><p>There is a lot about Southern Decadence that gets less than flattering press...</p><br /><br /><p align="justify">So, the Beau and I were both a little misty-eyed with pride when the band came by - at a time when horrible things are being said about gays and lesbians here and around the world, it was so very important to see them. </p><br /><br /><p>Just people. Making music. Making other people happy.</p><br /><br /><p>Is there a better gift?</p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-78343540911061223762009-09-07T00:01:00.002-05:002009-09-07T13:57:20.447-05:00Wanting Something<div align="justify">There are many songs that move me...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJGahpt1-GU">spirituals</a>, arias, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XL6nTy3L_j8">folk tunes</a>, soaring Broadway ballads...music of all genres.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Some of them appeal to me as a performer - how I yearn to to sing certain works in the context of their original setting, be it a requiem mass, opera or stage show. To have that connection for just a moment with the audience - so tenuous and infinite all at the same time - and draw them in, make them feel and leave them changed, somehow.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Other works move me in a different way - the songs that I want, <em>need</em> to listen to. Many of them are well out of my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvuKxL4LOqc">range</a> and not anything that I could ever attempt to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmEFfeYRWeI">perform</a>. Some of them are what I turn to when I need to cry or laugh.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />But.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">There are those few songs that I need. Songs that from the first moment you hear them, you think to yourself, "Ah, now if someone, some day would sing that to me..."</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I learned this the hard way in college - one of the grad students - a friend of mine - was to perform an aria that was new to him at a group recital. Larry asked if he could use me to focus on for his performance; knowing how seeing a friendly face in the audience would help calm him, I agreed...not knowing it was <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Funp7JTWp2A">Una Furtiva Lagrimar</a> from Donizetti's L'elisir d'Amour.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />I melted.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And from that day forward, I have pined to hear someone, anyone sing it to me again, that way. So completely sublime.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />And now, for Monday Music, here's the more contemporary song that holds that place - no one has ever sung this to me. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And I don't know that I would be the same again if they did.<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1T-Z1VroeF8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1T-Z1VroeF8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><br /><br />Aaron Lazar and Katie Clarke, </p><p align="center">Performing "Love to Me"</p><p align="center">from Adam Guettel's <em>The Light in the Piazza</em></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-49346644110950220012009-09-06T01:24:00.000-05:002009-09-06T01:24:00.171-05:00Techno-wow!I saw this online months ago and saved it, intending to write some insightful post about technology outpacing humanity's ability to understand, utilize and cope with it.<br /><br />Instead, I think you ought to just watch this and marvel at the shear brilliance.<br /><br />Un-freaking-believable...<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="326" width="446"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"><param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/DavidMerrill_2009-embed_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/DavidMerrill-2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=457"><br /> <embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/DavidMerrill_2009-embed_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/DavidMerrill-2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=457"></embed></object></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-91792482108838203582009-09-05T10:00:00.001-05:002009-09-05T09:50:34.705-05:00Sunrise and Spiderwebs<div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvvmvsirRkWLzIwi0Xt7sOzo0xaPzWlNXFn-tPBEWrZlDbP5DmAlksO-HoEt0jwjSgKXoxHRv1ryj20vtTpm063NBuekReV0XmF7j4vy0y5r38hta13h5vN9sTflkEUg7CdypP3g/s1600-h/spiderweb2.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvvmvsirRkWLzIwi0Xt7sOzo0xaPzWlNXFn-tPBEWrZlDbP5DmAlksO-HoEt0jwjSgKXoxHRv1ryj20vtTpm063NBuekReV0XmF7j4vy0y5r38hta13h5vN9sTflkEUg7CdypP3g/s400/spiderweb2.JPG" border="0" lk="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(click on for some incredible detail.)</span></em></div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-70567763393921158932009-09-04T12:55:00.004-05:002009-09-04T18:57:37.213-05:00Let Them Eat Dirt<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">This may offend some of my friends who are parents.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">However.<br /><br />I believe that one of the (possible) reasons that the H1N1 virus is so much tougher on kids is that the cultural shift of the last generation toward what some might call "overprotection".</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Those of us who grew up in the 60's and 70's were out running around all summer, biking without helmets, drinking from garden hoses, bathing infrequently (<em>some</em> of us, anyway) and in general...well, eating dirt (whether we realized it or not. Three-second rule, anyone?).</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">These days, from the outside looking in, it seems that some parents go to extreme lengths to make sure that everyone and everything around their kids is sanitized, sterilized and free of any potential harmful agents.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">As with many other things in life (disappointment, failure, loss, etc.), isn't it possible that exposing a child to the real world will actually prepare said child for...well, the real world?</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Or am I just crazy from eating all that dirt?</div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-72213426199234517362009-09-02T11:12:00.007-05:002009-09-04T13:15:14.162-05:00What Do You Get?I have this stuck in my head...<br />
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I love Sondheim. I don't always love Raul Esparza's voice, but he's just kills this, from an acting standpoint.<br />
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It always reduces me to tears.<br />
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<em>Keep going...</em><br />
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"Being Alive" from <em>Company</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />
by Stephen Sondheim</div><div align="center"><br />
performed by Raul Esparza</div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-55538060951647239962009-09-01T01:00:00.003-05:002009-09-01T01:00:01.408-05:00To Read Again...and to WriteI am <em>attempting</em> to get back at this.<br /><br />I tried to write a post to Facebook as a means of acknowledging the 4th anniversary of Katrina, only to hit a wall. It wasn't that I was overcome with inexpressible emotion. Rather, I knew that what I wanted to say had already been said a couple years ago on this blog.<br /><br />So, I started the daunting task of combing through the archives, looking for the <em>exact</em> post.<br /><br />And, not surprisingly, I wound up re-reading them.<br /><br />All. Of. Them.<br /><br />It did not - this time, surprisingly - reduce me to tears. Instead, it was rather cathartic and, in its own way, encouraging.<br /><br />I'd forgotten I could write.<br /><br />I mean, <em><strong>Write</strong></em>.<br /><br />There are posts that I remember laboring over and others that I know tumbled out of me in some trance-like state...and I love them all.<br /><br />I'd forgotten how much of my soul I'd laid bare for all the world to see (sort of).<br /><br />I'd forgotten some of how to find the humor in despair.<br /><br />I'd forgotten why I'd started blogging in the first place.<br /><br />There are stories to tell and demons to exorcise. And it's time to start telling the stories...mine, others, as many as I can bear. And I am not talking about just the Katrina stories...more, the real deal in New Orleans.<br /><br /><em>So, here's where we start:</em><br /><br />One thing that was most important for me to learn in the days, weeks, and months in the still-holding-our-breath-after-Katrina period is this...that experience distilled the people I knew to their most basic elements. It was most apparent in the people closest to me - good became better; not so good folks crapped out.<br /><br />The subtler transformation was in the people more toward the periphery of my life. Some folks of whom I'd thought less well of, perhaps a bit too dismissively, spectaculary rose the occasion and became more their true selves. And others, of whom I'd had a fairly good opinion or at least always given the benefit of the doubt, showed their true colors and revealed what selfish, self-serving gits they really are.<br /><br />It's been quite an education and at times a struggle. It's seldom easy to acknowledge that some people are - after all is said and done - toxic to your life and future.<br /><br />Letting them go is hell.<br /><br />To balance the other end of the spectrum, I am infinitely grateful for the newer friends, the deepened relationships and the life that I have now. Not all things that came out of Katrina were/are bad.<br /><br />It's just that sometimes, you really have to sit down and look at it a little closer that is comfortable.<br /><br />And just let go.<br /><br />And breathe.Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-25251442723552393782009-08-31T01:00:00.007-05:002009-09-04T08:39:20.563-05:00Gayest Thing, Ever...OK, there are a lot of competitors for the winners of this post's title:<br />
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<ul><li>Anything ever uttered by Carson Kressley (or <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldR2dX95AMM">Jim J. Bullock</a>, depending on your generation)</li>
<li>This <a href="http://www.woosk.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/i-am-gayer-than-you.jpg">tattoo</a> (warning: not to be viewed at work or in front of children...)</li>
<li>Getting a group together to dress as the <a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.redbankorbit.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/village-people.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.redbankorbit.com/wordpress/2008/10/halloweekend-ii-the-final-chapter/&usg=__rfKbHshmiFjorjaPKNSd6VjaqRg=&h=366&w=510&sz=235&hl=en&start=4&sig2=ZQbSrMF-lYFZ2PBSP04OKA&tbnid=A9dU3LWKrvJNcM:&tbnh=94&tbnw=131&prev=/images%3Fq%3Ddressing%2Bas%2Bvillage%2Bpeople%2Bfor%2Bhalloween%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den&ei=hXKZSpi7N4OyNri-xMMF">Village People for Halloween</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTaVkbl3Dp4">Johnny Weir, ice skating</a> to Lady Gaga's Poker Face</li>
<li><a href="http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1812877,00.html">Brokeback Mountain, the Opera</a></li>
<li>The opening/closing to ANY <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glH5sk5VvAA">Eurovision </a>competition</li>
<li>The PBS broadcasts of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klVRG1JaqnM">America's Ballroom Challenge</a>, hosted by Ron Montez and his bevy of beauties, alternately: Sandy Duncan, Juliet Prowse, and Rita Moreno</li>
<li><a href="http://www.algyteam.com/merchant.mv?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=H-CIRQ-M&Category_Code=GUAR_MALE&Store_Code=algyteam&Offset=&Product_Offset=7">This colorguard costume </a></li>
<li>Neil Patrick Harris, hosting the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYjSwbte3G4">2009 Tony Awards</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIFdscer-2k">Margaret Cho</a> performing at Gay Pride in San Francisco</li>
<li><a href="http://ambassadorken.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-ive-never.html">This post</a></li>
</ul>Just too many others to list.<br />
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But, this is one of my first memories of such utter, fabulous gayness that I feel I must share it with you now...<br />
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Once again, for Music Monday, we return to Queen, and the inimitable, late Freddie Mercury:<br />
<div align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hMrY8jysdg&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hMrY8jysdg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">For something equally sensational and marvelous, please watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wixz_r7v51E">this video</a> of Freddie performing with the magnificent Monserrat Caballe at the Barcelona Olympics. I nearly peed myself when I was watching the coverage of the games (I was 20)...later I owned this CD. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />
<em>Now that I think about it, this video/song may win: (Freddie Mercury + Monserrat Caballe) x Summer Olympics Theme Song = Way Gay.</em></div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-60247064621810179192009-08-29T07:55:00.007-05:002009-09-04T08:41:13.283-05:00Song of Unquenchable Desire<div style="text-align: justify;">New Orleans (and the rest of southeast Louisiana) has always tolerated life with a sense of an <em>acceptable level of tragedy</em>, knowing that each year, some hamlet would flood or a shrimp boat would sink or 500 more residents would be murdered or several more politicians would be indicted but seldom convicted or that someone's favorite restaurant would close or that the school board would find new ways to deny our students the education they deserve or another legendary musician would pass on to the next Big Gig.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">All of those, individually and sometimes collectively, were always all bearable...and often were the very things that allowed us to see all the other extraordinarily beautiful treasures around us, even if it was the simple, earnest hello from another local as you passed them on the street. It took me far too long to get over my initial reaction to that--you would never greet someone so idly, so carelessly - especially a stranger - in my former life in New England, without first counting the cost or benefit. For the longest time, I was sure that people were "smiling in my face, but peeing in my cocktail."</div><br />
I could not have been more wrong.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">It is exactly that predisposition of locals (and those who eventually become locals) to engage the rest of the world, to invite y'all to nothing more than a passing pleasantry and make the day the slightest bit better for it.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">It is qualities like this, and the desire to take care of each other and every single person who ever sets foot in our fair city, that reassure me that there will always be a kind of Mardi Gras every year, even though it will almost but not quite entirely seem like something I remember...and that the word "debris" will take on other layers of meaning, but will eventually once again become associated with blissfully messy, gut-churning po'boys...that I will marvel at how azure blue the sky is over all the rooftops and think how very lucky I am that the city picked me to live there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To be sure, for now there is great disquiet in New Orleans, but there is also great desire...is it really any coincidence that the word "Desire" can mean so many different things to so many people on one day, and the all the same thing the next?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">One day, the desire will give over to pride - that we did it ourselves. We were here, putting it all back together, rebuilding homes and lives, making new ways, shoring up old ones, making festivals happen, loving our friends...and living.</div><br />
Truly living.Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-51864721371988874672009-08-13T13:28:00.003-05:002009-08-16T21:41:53.423-05:00One on the ListI've sung many funerals and memorial services. Families choose the music, mostly...and for the most part, it's favorite hymns and the like.<br /><br />A good friend of mine is a glorious soprano with whom I've sung for nearly 18 years. She wants a particular Vivaldi choral work at her funeral...there are only parts for tenors, basses and altos...with the soprano line symbolically silent.<br /><br />On the rare occasion, we've been able to front a small choir for services for close friends. Those are tough to sing.<br /><br />For many years, I've known what music I want at my service. It has changed little over the years.<br /><br />And while there will be some live music, there will <em>have</em> to be a couple recordings. I cannot ask my friends or anyone involved in making the service happen arrange for what I want as the finale.<br /><br />This is not the best video, but you'll get the gist. I have the clean audio copy that I want played, as conducted by The Maestro himself.<br /><br />It still gives me chills...and it's truly the sentiment I want people to leave my funeral with, on their way to the fabulous party that going to go on afterward. <em>Make Our Garden Grow</em>, the finale from Bernstein's <em>Candide</em>.<br /><br />So, here's June Anderson and the late Jerry Hadley...and Leonard Bernstein.<br /><br /><em><strong>*sigh*<br /></strong></em><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XNd0BT3bHo&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XNd0BT3bHo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-91151490486756998282009-08-10T09:30:00.003-05:002009-08-10T09:38:38.688-05:00Promise of LivingI went to DCI Championships this past weekend.<br /><br /><em>sigh<br /></em><br />The corps that did the most phenomenal, artistically powerful and subtle show did not win, but placed 2nd. They opened with a stunning arrangement of Aaron Copeland's The Promise of Living from The Tenderland.<br /><br />When a video of their performance worth posting is available, I will put it up. Until then, here's is a lovely setting of The Promise of Living.<br /><br />I was in tears after just their opener...and the show continued to get more spectacular. Kids, you are just amazaing and should be so proud of your performance this year.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oLVyRvp2Qbg&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oLVyRvp2Qbg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-65949177546947984312009-07-19T11:26:00.008-05:002009-07-19T12:25:31.127-05:00Soles United - Time to Walk Again!We're at it again.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360214902791359282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhwFDNwLz_WJXvmueAddGGy-APBLrNpZLxKSfdp4DDQt_dGt1p5rdm1Q3hkJ5VCsyMWnLl374wTLE9tVjP9MyC7LN9QIoVhUOegmgWUA-YGGJEBla1vLdgtf3JV5J4wyx1IOobnw/s400/10537.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.noaidswalk.com/site/TR/Events/General?team_id=3220&pg=team&fr_id=1060"><br />Soles United</a> has started up - that's the name of our NO/AIDS Walk team, a group of friends and co-workers from around the New Orleans area who've walked together since 2006. We've done well in our efforts, landing in the top 5 teams for the last couple years. Not bad for 6 or 7 of us.</div><br /><div align="justify">The NO/AIDS Walk helps raise funds for the <a href="http://www.noaidstaskforce.org/">NO/AIDS Task Force</a> - and 2009 is the 20th Anniversary of the NO/AIDS Walk! The event helps support the programs and services of NO/AIDS Task Force, the oldest AIDS service organization in the Gulf South. NO/AIDS has been serving the greater New Orleans area for 25 years. In addition, through the Walk Share grant program, donations also benefit other agencies across Louisiana. </div><br /><div align="justify">In honor of this 20th Anniversary, I've created a set of 20 of my favorite <a href="http://ambassadorimages.smugmug.com/gallery/8923286_vZKhm">photos</a> that I've posted for sale. <strong><em>All</em></strong> proceeds from the sale of these photos will go directly to our Walk Team, <a href="http://www.noaidswalk.com/site/TR/Events/General?team_id=3220&pg=team&fr_id=1060">Soles United</a>. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">So, stop on by my SmugMug site, <a href="http://ambassadorimages.smugmug.com/gallery/8923286_vZKhm">Ambassador Images</a> and check out the pics - if you see something you like, know that your purchase will go directly to helping the NO/AIDS Task Force. (Also, the copyright watermark only appears online and won't be on any photos you order.)</div><br /><div align="justify">Nine weeks from today, we'll be taking to the streets again - if you'd like to sponsor me directly, you can visit <a href="http://www.noaidswalk.com/site/TR/Events/General?px=1003922&pg=personal&fr_id=1060">my page</a> at the 2009 Walk site. Even better than that, you can start your own team and join us on Sunday, September 20 - hope to see you out there!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Thank you for being part of this event!!</div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-53222690367455678042009-07-13T01:00:00.000-05:002009-07-13T01:00:00.893-05:00Heart on my SleeveI am an emotional person.<br /><br />It's not always a bad thing. It's not always a good thing either.<br /><br />I've written here about favorite songs of mine, about <a href="http://ambassadorken.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-upon.html">signature songs</a>...ones I love to sing and speak most deeply to me.<br /><br />I remember the first time I ever heard Bernadette Peters sing this song...I thought it was so powerful, so moving...so wrenching.<br /><br />I watch this video and it chills me...of course, she's a great actress, but there are some things you cannot act. I recognize the temerity that goes hand in hand with the need to let something out. Some feeling are too big, too awful to let out and show the world...and yet, too big and too awful to keep in.<br /><br />When her eyes dart about and she seems unsure whether she can or should go on, a little of me aches for her. I know this place. It is one of the most important places I have ever had the privilege of reaching.<br /><br />Oh, how it aches. And I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.<br /><br />I really wish more people could express themselves as beautifully as the sublime Bernadette Peters.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kMlQgyz834&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kMlQgyz834&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="left">What makes you cry out like this? </p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-2439367820450890352009-07-03T14:24:00.007-05:002009-07-03T14:58:16.923-05:00South Carolina Time WarpsThere are occasions when time seems to slow to a crawl.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354322949342995954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlF_c_EQ6WohYHoD7zk2igl90W5TROPJuVfyjo937dSO7H6ssDJZj_BwTloFe-V1otllP0L6cFNfPdj33t4MMoVne7iRdfIJMR-_LyEJwd9GzertLICH9wi8EWrdk3SoTWlRj0bQ/s400/tractor1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Recently, in Charleston, time broadened and deepened to all SMID and I the opportunity just to <em>be.</em></div><br /><div>It felt as though the universe was allowing us all the time in the world to go here, see that, take thousand photographs (literally) and still have the luxury of sitting in a swank lounge, sipping Mint Juleps.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwnPEPxW1il32pTWCCUhKTqNbpLT7YWFbcHBBFebO5B1I6CW1RFL6KYGdh7ZKnotPrSdYmCOmk0ascQE9dtayJHVz_bdNI3dY3aN_HFAsVbnoSP5KtcNM4-D39r6GyoT9IiTXUQ/s1600-h/UU8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354322562394662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwnPEPxW1il32pTWCCUhKTqNbpLT7YWFbcHBBFebO5B1I6CW1RFL6KYGdh7ZKnotPrSdYmCOmk0ascQE9dtayJHVz_bdNI3dY3aN_HFAsVbnoSP5KtcNM4-D39r6GyoT9IiTXUQ/s400/UU8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There were very few things on our must-do list that we didn't get to, plus many others we weren't planning on. At times, when we needed something - like the right place to have a bite to eat when we had planned that exactingly - it simply appeared. Like the fabulous <a href="http://www.marketpavilion.com/index.cfm?page=pavilion">rooftop bar</a> at the Market Pavillion Hotel on our first night in town.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cgoQqIm3CKj7uEDx8tHVkC9VL2D6b7lEk-JvVGNHpgOjk3q_vD12OIraOcYhsMiSZoMouVHn3uw-lu81d2fZAD-jIF6vjYVRzz_co_2PKA1rR-12SEH2K_GoaM9WZBxExi0JSA/s1600-h/UMC+beloved+wife.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354322014351062978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cgoQqIm3CKj7uEDx8tHVkC9VL2D6b7lEk-JvVGNHpgOjk3q_vD12OIraOcYhsMiSZoMouVHn3uw-lu81d2fZAD-jIF6vjYVRzz_co_2PKA1rR-12SEH2K_GoaM9WZBxExi0JSA/s400/UMC+beloved+wife.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We spent what seemed like half a day in the Unitarian Universalist Cemetery...only to walk out and discover, much like leaving Narnia, that no time had passed at all. Seemingly.</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHx-64knj_6A_QvCqJBYMzdiCUUc1xJMceWeX4CR_YqjrrFGM6A0Xm_3nssx5r6OROn1siExbLjj6VM6u9wiyvVi2q1KONNs-Dfk70hmOJdR1BXw112eSYq8x4j3F6eejH6uWrAA/s1600-h/Battery+cornice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354321584334692418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHx-64knj_6A_QvCqJBYMzdiCUUc1xJMceWeX4CR_YqjrrFGM6A0Xm_3nssx5r6OROn1siExbLjj6VM6u9wiyvVi2q1KONNs-Dfk70hmOJdR1BXw112eSYq8x4j3F6eejH6uWrAA/s400/Battery+cornice.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sadly, now that we are back in the real world, time has sped back up - and in some ways, it seems to be going even fast than before SC, in the sole attempt to make up for those blessed few days.<br /><br /><div>Please, let's do the Time Warp again.</div></div></div></div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-27691963962188241172009-06-15T22:27:00.001-05:002009-06-15T22:27:00.316-05:00Return of...The Pollinators!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpgJHEjpMeHcp8tq-fSgJprre-uH3HwYwuEfZU9TQV701zQWoYKd1gVqSCM7FtzBP9vvPFAeqdwsBIqyhcQ4EgfFLc0C7U4iC8OxOnRV7O2QlauwCsMENw3JXSrohlUWEeJLkX5w/s1600-h/butterfly8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347391841234413634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpgJHEjpMeHcp8tq-fSgJprre-uH3HwYwuEfZU9TQV701zQWoYKd1gVqSCM7FtzBP9vvPFAeqdwsBIqyhcQ4EgfFLc0C7U4iC8OxOnRV7O2QlauwCsMENw3JXSrohlUWEeJLkX5w/s400/butterfly8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmYF1ZEfGJh3cWprnqpz_uMbst00ch_dCf2W8wwn_yP8sVDnxTJjQ-qsBQ8tvsTt2cf1cZSOEeEjjGZy5pHGJ_Cr2ecAjwVHEsHsYoJIspauQfR1xPDXG7WVXw3rQZNKfnwr6XlA/s1600-h/butterfly6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347391839310778578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmYF1ZEfGJh3cWprnqpz_uMbst00ch_dCf2W8wwn_yP8sVDnxTJjQ-qsBQ8tvsTt2cf1cZSOEeEjjGZy5pHGJ_Cr2ecAjwVHEsHsYoJIspauQfR1xPDXG7WVXw3rQZNKfnwr6XlA/s400/butterfly6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fGt7J33aRQ6ZVhWgQjUovJrSgs864s5ihMeuH98YsaX5CCYT2T8PCsVcFEAk_wbvAZL_ijtPEaxQ1A_vtt2eyW93cZhc3rlXzIIOYOsEmVfuxAwuRbloKRLkFPOQpYvhJX3GCw/s1600-h/butterfly4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347391835394688482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fGt7J33aRQ6ZVhWgQjUovJrSgs864s5ihMeuH98YsaX5CCYT2T8PCsVcFEAk_wbvAZL_ijtPEaxQ1A_vtt2eyW93cZhc3rlXzIIOYOsEmVfuxAwuRbloKRLkFPOQpYvhJX3GCw/s400/butterfly4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjUZK6TMeGxgHIJHv-sRF4jdjjXAqiaJTVUph5uQkvyVrFpx7y2k_PoA-g6gXrdEtOuqEsH_sdA5H9valLkjw3U0OozoSBIM3Ahkhf4luxlLBnS-5b_k7T0NgCyrvACmEO5J7oCQ/s1600-h/butterfly3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347391829040519682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjUZK6TMeGxgHIJHv-sRF4jdjjXAqiaJTVUph5uQkvyVrFpx7y2k_PoA-g6gXrdEtOuqEsH_sdA5H9valLkjw3U0OozoSBIM3Ahkhf4luxlLBnS-5b_k7T0NgCyrvACmEO5J7oCQ/s400/butterfly3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />These are the results of my first trip to the Audubon Insectarium today - a nice facility...and well worth the trip, just for the butterfly exhibit.</div></div></div>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-81668950256252039822009-06-14T21:43:00.004-05:002009-06-15T08:02:23.824-05:00But I don't want to buy the whole album...I love iTunes.<br /><br />I <strong>hate</strong> iTunes.<br /><br /><em>There</em>. I've said it.<br /><br />There are songs that I love that I don't have anywhere on any other form of media - and so, I've turned to iTunes for help.<br /><br /><em>Meh.</em><br /><br />Why are the really good - albeit sometimes more obscure - songs NOT ON iTUNES?!?!?!<br /><br />OK, I feel better.<br /><br />That being said, there are some wonderful tunes that I remember fondly from my first few years here in New Orleans. From Sunday Tea Dance out at Lafitte's and the Bourbon Pub.<br /><br />Ah, my long lost 20's.<br /><br />So, from this blissful period...Justified & Ancient (MuMuLand), by The KLF featuring Tammy Wynette. I found numerous versions available on iTunes...but if you want this one, you have to purchase one of Tammy's entire albums...Not so much.<br /><br />So, enjoy!<br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkMhfq1HV1Y&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkMhfq1HV1Y&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-91223606040199034452009-05-18T08:21:00.002-05:002009-05-18T08:32:18.398-05:00Guilty PleasuresThere are way to many tunes on my iTunes. I keep going through my stash of CDs and loading more and more things that I haven't heard in years. I've had to create multiple play lists for different frames of mind - and while I am not out running like SMID, each list serves its purpose.<br /><br />Getting ready for the Symphony? Various big boisterous classical works.<br /><br />Busy, must-focus work day? A list of almost all Sondheim that I know so well it's almost like white noise.<br /><br />Bopping around the Quarter and Marigny, stalking things to photograph? Pure guilty pleasures -upbeat, catchy and wickedly infectious.<br /><br />The movie Flash Gordon was so deliciously cheesy - but the music by Queen really made it so iconic of that time. <br /><p align="left">Just give in.</p><p align="left">Smile.</p><p align="left">And sing along - you know you want to...</p><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MS4_Z84-rRE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MS4_Z84-rRE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-66237122041254169392009-05-04T08:16:00.002-05:002009-05-04T08:46:26.399-05:00PowerwalkingToo much Jazz Fest is too much of a good thing.<br /><br />For the 3rd year, I spent some quality time out at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival, volunteering at one of the beer booths. The Beau and I are a shameless, huckstering team as we draw people in with our barkering and general showmanship. Other teams ask not to be stationed next to us.<br /><br />Way fun.<br /><br />Usually, we only do the Fridays of each weekend, but this year - like last - at 6PM on Friday, Debbie - volunteer wrangler extraordinaire - mentioned that they were seriously shorthanded for Sunday and would we be willing to pitch in...<br /><br />How could we say no? Free admission to the Fest - our own cooler, port-a-let and tents? Pretty sweet deal.<br /><br />Then.<br /><br />For the first time all this Fest, it rained. Not hard, just enough to make it messy and really steamy. We had a ball none the less.<br /><br />Leaving the Fest grounds, we headed for the bike parking lot - Beau said it looked like something out of Amsterdam. We unlocked our bikes and wheeled them out of the lot, only to discover my back tire was flat.<br /><br />Not just out of air, but flat. Pumped it up at a service station nearby and it lasted 5 blocks.<br /><br />So we walked the rest of the way home. Only a mile and a half, but after a long day and weekend working at the Fest, it was a bummer.<br /><br />This morning, I could have waited for The Beau to give me a lift to work, but I thought I'd walk (again, another mile and a half in a different direction). I did have to pick up a few things on my way in and just needed to work some of the kinks out.<br /><br />I don't spend a lot of time plugged into my iPod, but this morning it was a nice accompaniment to my walk, keeping me at a relatively mellow pace.<br /><br />Too mellow it seems. By the time I walked out of Walgreen's, it was much later than I thought. And when I turned my iPod back on, it was on some Shirley Bassey ballad that wasn't helping the effort.<br /><br />So, I toggled through until I came to a song that I knew would get me there in time. This is a remake of the classic Diana Ross hit "Chain Reaction" - performed by the British pop group Steps - and I didn't know this until recently, but Chain Reaction was written by the Brothers Gibb (BeeGees...).<br /><br />So, I hope this perks up your step too - it made the last 6 blocks fly by! Thankfully, I was almost to the office - the next song was Chains of Love, and if I'd had much further to go, I'd be dead for the rest of the day...<br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzDHgqTjwOk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzDHgqTjwOk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-27466322391248204922009-04-22T20:24:00.006-05:002009-04-22T20:35:31.184-05:00A Birthday Banksy<div align="left">So, it's been a joy to see the scattered works of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banksy">Banksy</a> around New Orleans - I haven't had the pleasure of seeing all of them, since a few were painted over or on building that have since been torn down. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">One (#6 in the link below), on the former Teen Drop-In center, is protected by a heavy acrylic cover. So far, no one's messed with it. </div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I really want to find the one of the child chasing the umbrella. (17th in the line up <a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/horizontal_1.htm">here</a>.) That one speaks to me.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">So, it was fabulous to spot one this weekend (and even if it's an imitation Banksy, it pleases me) in the heart of the French Quarter. So, with no other gifts in hand, I send this to the birthday girl on vacation:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Your very own Birthday Banksy - </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327692847298035810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAEcCJoTtdyqVzt6oi3DT-r4Dq5-U28adcSawDYXp1i9iaH8zKpb5rpQg2YwYlQeZgriSHW3jl6UdrgX1MJAQ0HzhXf9Pl5kUUYQGf9PCd1zSV3B1HLBCC5Z7iXPjq5qRHnMuWg/s400/banksy.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Happy Birthday, you-know-who!!</p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18382503.post-42222080217569525992009-04-20T07:52:00.005-05:002009-04-20T08:15:33.971-05:00Utter Bravery<div align="justify">Donnie was not a close personal friend, but I feel this loss deeply. He is an icon of a time that this generation of young gay people don't know or understand.<br /><br />It is on the shoulders of Donnie Jay and many men and women like him that we stand now, able to look the world straight in the eye -<em> so to speak</em> - and demand to be treated like equals. There are things that Donnie had seen in his lifetime that I cannot begin to comprehend.<br /><br />Always the consummate entertainer, Donnie did some of the most hilarious (and at times, hilariously inappropriate and dreadful!) drag - even after losing half his foot due to diabetes. I heard him once quip that he was headed out on the town to "kick up his heel"...<br /><br />And he just didn't care what the world thought - he is the personification of Stephen Sondheim's stunning "I'm Still Here" from <em>Follies</em>, but that's not the song I associated with his passing last week.<br /><br />There are many definitions of bravery, and exponentially more quotes about it too...I found this one via Google, and didn't know the author's names so I googled that too. There's something deliciously fitting, and somewhat campy in the way that would tickle Donnie Jay - it's from Meg Cabot, author of the <em>Princess Diaries</em>.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">“Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all. For now you are traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be."<br /></div></span></em><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000099;">Meg Cabot</span></em></div><div align="right"><br /> </div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="justify">Donnie Jay knew who he was - and lived and lived and lived. And the world is a little dimmer without his light. And here's what I have had playing in my head since hearing of his passing: George Hearn, and no other, singing "I Am What I Am" from La Cage Aux Folles.<br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lupNzpcpDRk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lupNzpcpDRk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Ambassadorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247275710520088564noreply@blogger.com3