So I'm still working on that post about my trip.

In the meantime, I've become obsessed with Facebook (find me if you know me and we can be friends). This video clip will offer but one of many reasons why Facebook is OK, but that other site owned by the devil is not:

Labels: Facebook, hulu, Rupert Murdoch's evil empire

I get a lot of good-natured ribbing from friends and strangers alike for my stalwart refusal to join MySpace and lend credibility (which they earn through sheer volume of subscribers) to a web presence owned by Rupert Murdoch's News Corp, the same parent company that started and owns the Fox "News" Channel.

MySpace is well on its way to becoming just another arm of the vast right-wing noise machine that the right has been building for the past 40 years. To wit: today it was announced that MySpace is launching a "politics channel" ahead of the 2008 Presidential elections.

MySpace claims it will offer profiles of five candidates from each party. I am happy to take bets on those profiles being skewed to a flattering light for the Republicans while making the Democrats each look like the second coming of Stalin.

So if it's just the same to you, I will continue my boycott of this element of Rupert Murdoch's evil empire.

Labels: personal, Pres-08, Rupert Murdoch's evil empire, social networking

Still not really wanting to be absorbed into the MySpace evil empire, I popped over to see if I could find my friend Miriam's blog to read it without signing up. As luck would have it, I can read up on her adventures in NYC without selling my soul.

I always knew Miss M could write, but I never knew what an incredibly talented scribe she is. She's in New York visiting her sister (hi Ryvka!) and all her friends who she claims have deserted her by moving to the city. And now she's contemplating moving there too.

I'd miss her terribly, but I think it could be a good move for her. New York City is a frenetic, vibrant metropolis that I think would really suit her. I'd of course be terribly bitter and jealous, but I can also be a supportive friend. Really. I know I could.

I anxiously await Miriam's return to Tucson so she can regale me with all her wild tales of adventure and drunken revelry. Until then, keep living the dream, Miss M, keep living the dream!

Labels: Miriam, New York, personal, Rupert Murdoch's evil empire, social networking

I had a lovely time at a dinner party tonight. It was pot luck, and I made Kitchari, which is an Ayurveda cleansing dish. I used all organic ingredients, and it was well received by everyone, regardless of their doshic composition (I'm Vata Kapha).

For the past week or so, I've been getting these massive twinges of pain along the left side of my head. They'd mostly be flashes of sharp pain followed by some dull aching. Seriously, it felt as though I could dash my head against some rocks and a grown woman would spring forth from the gash in my head (yes, that's Greek myth nerdiness). Since mid-day today when I pulled myself out of my funk, the head pain hasn't come back. I really think it had something to do with the wave of depression that I saw coming on and that hit me Friday evening. Once I got over the heartache, I got over the headache. I'm not generally that prone to such somatic symptomology, but I think it's a good thing.

I've very consciously avoided commenting on the House Ethics Committee report about the Page scandal, particularly when it comes to Jim Kolbe. I know I hinted about a lot of dirt leading up to the elections last month. When I started receiving e-mails from other bloggers asking me to divulge my information, I had reservations because all I really have is rumor and innuendo. I happen to trust my sources (yes, there are multiple sources), but I am reluctant to print what I've heard without concrete evidence or a first-person account. So sorry folks, but I really don't think it would be appropriate of me to put on the interweb what I understand to be fairly well-known in at least some segments of the local queer community. As far as I know for sure, the man is a paragon of virtue who did not act appropriately when confronted with the misdeeds of one of his colleagues. Or something like that.

Yes, I know I made you read through two paragraphs of personal stuff for the anti-climactic good stuff. Cut me some slack, it's after midnight on a Saturday night and nobody else is up for me to talk to. It's the Vata in me.

I spent a few hours cleaning out most of the rest of my office today. The back seat of my car is now filled with boxes. I'm way too much of a packrat. I should work on simplifying. That goes for every aspect of my life.

Finally, my friend Miriam, who dragged me kicking and screaming onto Friendster a few years ago may succeed again in dragging me onto MySpace. I've been boycotting it because it's now owned by Rupert Murdoch and I just know he's going to find some way to use it for evil. Also, pedophile predators. On the other hand, it seems like a good way to stay in touch with friends who I don't get to see on a regular basis. Feel free to post your thoughts in the comments. I suppose my use of the site doesn't necessarily have to constitute an endorsement.

All right, time for some meditation and then sleep. I think I may have a busy day tomorrow.

Labels: Ayurveda, Friendster, Kolbe, LGBT, personal, Rupert Murdoch's evil empire, sex abuse