Thank you, everyone – especially Bluewraeth, Mr. Show & Chemistry Lad – for making this new site possible. Without you I would be lost…and still stuck on Blogger.
An thank you to WordPress for writing a much more versatile interface. Cheers, all.
Well, everyone. I’ll re-publish, but this time I’ll remember not to curse in French on the description. I forget what it said exactly, but it equated to “everything turns to shit” as a description of Fenster’s playlist. And honestly the list is great for the Guest Room so I plan to publish it with no French cursing…….but damn!
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Dear iTunes customer,
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Section 9e
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Lounge v.6 compiles some of the fresh new releases of late, and Guest Room v.3 sends local (soon to not be local) musicist ‘Fenster’ off to his new home in Vegas! Enjoy, everyone.
And don’t forget to check out The Vodka Manx at Science Club on Thursdays!….
Have you ever met someone with really horrible breath even though they brush and floss regularly? Even if they brush their tongue and Listerine the hell out of their mouth?? Well there may be an explanation for it. And I am not one to hide…this has happened to me. So I may as well help you help yourselves. I am speaking of Tonsilloliths.
Now my experience was not nearly as disturbing to the people around me. It more involved a taste in my mouth that I knew was there but couldn’t shake. Not with any amount of mouthwash or brushing. Then one day…I looked in the back of my throat and saw a tiny white spot. Imagine how scared I was that I might have had mouth cancer on my fucking tonsil! But instead what I found as I moved my finger around was a large white stone. How the hell did THAT get there? I thought for sure it was a tumor……until I moved it enough that it popped out and left an exposed crater in my tonsil.
To quote bad–breath.net, “The surface make-up of tonsils include small divots or tonsil crypts that retain and trap debris. The trapped debris combines with volatile sulfur compounds (produced by anaerobic bacteria beneath the surface of your tongue) and putrefies in the back of your throat. The resulting tonsil stones (tonsiloliths) are expelled when the volume of the “stones” exceed the capacity of the crypt in which it is contained.”
So basically once the stone is big enough to fall out on its own, it does…and you then think you’re about to choke on a chunk of a peanut. But if you manage to spit it out instead of swallow it, be prepared for a fairly large white pebble which when squished presents the most deathly smell. Once it’s gone, the bad breath is gone.
The only way to truly prevent the tonsil stones…is to get your tonsils out. While not everyone may have this happen to them, I bet you know a whole bunch of people who do and don’t know it. They’re hard to see unless you go looking.
Buuuut anyway…
The following is a re-print of a Washington Post article in which Op-Ed Columnist Colbert L. King sends word to the travelling Mayor Anthony Williams about events going on while he is away from DC. I must say…the style of his letter is nearly comical, but quite respectful and serious. I wonder if you’ll be as shocked as I was at the report. Since this post, Mayor Williams has demanded an apology for the events described.
Gays, God and Bishop Owens
Dear Mr. Mayor:
There is a problem brewing on the home front that will require your immediate attention on your return. It surfaced during Monday evening’s well-attended Gertrude Stein Democratic Club forum for mayoral candidates, at which I served as moderator.
The first question of the evening probed the candidates’ views on D.C. church leaders who have spoken out against gay men, lesbians, bisexuals and transgendered people, leaving them to feel they aren’t equal and valued residents of our city.
The issue took on added weight because of an item posted on the Washington City Paper Web site last week that I cited in the first question to the candidates. The Web site item bears repeating so that you can gauge for yourself the extent to which the LGBT community and its allies are concerned about perceived hostility of some leaders within the black church.
The City Paper disclosed that during a Palm Sunday sermon last month, a prominent D.C. pastor preached that strong men follow the church’s teachings. He went on to say that “real men” who worship God are straight.
“It takes a real man to confess Jesus as lord and savior. I’m not talking about no faggot or no sissy,” the pastor said on a church tape recording obtained by the City Paper.
“Wait a minute! Let all the real men come on down here and take a bow,” the pastor said, inviting them to the front of the church. “All the real men — I’m talking about the straight men,” he preached.
“You ain’t funny, and you ain’t cranky, but you’re straight. Come on down here and walk around and praise God that you are straight. Thank him that you’re straight. All the straight men that’s proud to be a Christian, that’s proud to be a man of God,” he went on.
Mr. Mayor, around about now, you’re probably asking yourself, “Who is that pastor?” Well, it happens to be Bishop Alfred A. Owens Jr., pastor of Greater Mount Calvary Holy Church on Rhode Island Avenue NE.
Just so you know, your religious adviser, Susan Newman, heard the recording, too. She told me that the words “faggot” and “sissy” are as offensive to gay men as would be the words “niggers, coons and bucks” spoken from the pulpit by a white minister. Newman hastened to add that you, as mayor, do not support any form of bigotry or hate language and that you are “very supportive of the LGBT community.” She pointed out that you have no control over what a minister chooses to say in the pulpit. She said she will see to it that the bishop’s actions are brought to your attention as soon as you arrive back in the office next week.
So why interrupt your trip to tell you this?
Well, the D.C. Coalition of Black Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Men and Women has issued a news release denouncing Bishop Owens’s remarks. The group also is calling on you to remove Bishop Owens from your Interfaith Council.
Susan Newman tells me that the bishop is no longer a member of your council but that he now enjoys “honorary” status because of his elevation to bishop within the 77-year-old Mount Calvary Holy Church of America. Still, the coalition will probably want to hear from you on Owens’s association with the council. As the coalition said in its news release, the bishop’s sermon reeked of bigotry and served to alienate and insult gay men on the basis of their sexuality.
This is the way the coalition characterized Owens’s remarks: “The sermon’s essential message was if you are openly gay, then you are worthless; if you are gay and in the closet, then do not come out.”
Sir, they made another good point, noting that the sermon was “particularly reproachable because it was delivered in a place of worship, a place that many people go to cope from the discrimination that society inflicts on them.” Their contention that “the sermon attempted to erode and minimize the faith that gay men have in God” can’t be ignored either.
Incidentally, you may wonder how the five mayoral candidates at the forum handled the question. On deck were D.C. Council Chairman Linda Cropp, Ward 4 Council member Adrian Fenty, business executive Marie Johns, Ward 5 Council member Vincent Orange and lobbyist Michael Brown.
It’s fair to say that each of the candidates, with varying degrees of passion, denounced the bishop’s remarks. But to my recollection, not one of them criticized Owens personally, either by name or by title. ‘Course it’s worth remembering that Bishop Owens is reported to have a 7,000-member congregation, and his church is a “must” stop for vote-seeking D.C. politicians.
By the way, Mr. Mayor, I put in a call to the bishop in an attempt to square his Palm Sunday sermon with his church’s work on HIV-AIDS. For your information, Greater Mount Calvary offers peer counseling, sensitivity training for church members and an AIDS education and prevention program. The church also knows about AIDS firsthand, because the disease has claimed several of its members. So, in light of that, I wanted to know what’s up with the bishop. As of yesterday afternoon, he hadn’t returned my call.
Mr. Mayor, this is a heads-up concerning the situation waiting for you when you get back. As they used to say in my old neighborhood, sir, fair warning is fair play.
kingc@washpost.com
I know there can’t possibly be many people who actually read this blog. I only say that because if there were a lot of people who read it, I think I would know it. But the few off you who do deserve to know what’s going on.
In the past two months, I have had a room mate pass a kidney stone and my boyfriend get his operated out. It was too big to pass, you see. But he is all better now. And I’m happy about it. Last night we left the house for the first time in awhile to have Thai food at Thaiphoon off Dupont. My food was horrible. But the beer and the company were great.
In the midst of that, I have still been playing my weekly gig with Sean (this guy) as The Vodka Manx at The Science Club in Northwest DC.
Subway State is now a dot-com. The website is not up yet, but I started construction recently. This blog will ’sadly’ be moving to that website, but I will keep this address up so you know where to go. The Vodka Manx, Subway State playlist series, and Subway State Guest Room will all be linked on the new site, so fear not.
I am progressing with my World of Warcraft character. His name is Megaboo. He is nearly level 45 after a massive battle in some name I can’t pronounce and won’t attempt to spell.
Who you would likely call my ‘penpal’ Aaron and I have been chatting a lot about our lives and how our brains work. He rocks. I heart me some Aaron. The perfect penpal with the same initials as me. Mostly. He is the guy who gave me the idea you’ll know as the Subwaystateoscope (here and here) if you read far back enough.
But this post was supposed to be about the vivid dreams I had last night. Well I dreamed that one of my best pals and one of my boyfriend’s best pals (who are dating each other) broke up. But the way I knew was via an email that I actually read in my dream. You’re not supposed to be able to read in your dreams last time I checked…or if you can, then it means something. I haven’t fully researched it yet.
The last dream I had was about a friend who overdosed. The friends who broke up in my most previous dream were the ones who tried to cover up this guy’s death. Well I recently called the guy who ‘died’ and it turns out he was back on crystal meth. However, I have pretty good indications that he is facing up to it now with my and his parents’ help. But as my faithful penpal said, I have to recognize that I don’t have the power that I would like to have…and that as long as I recognize that I will be ok.
Then I had a dream about this guy I hooked up with once and never heard from again. He said “I told you I was an ass”. So that was kinda nice. But a little strange anyway. The dreams fade into chapters, none of which have anything to do with each other. Or so I think. The last fade of the dream involved my boyfriend and I living in an apartment we wouldn’t be caught dead in.
These dreams leave me with intense eye-headaches. That is all for now.
Listening to Karma Collection Sunrise Disc 2. Thank you, Kam!
