Monthly Archives: January 2006

Homeland Security to Build Detention Camps

(via Madge)

The contract, which is effective immediately, provides for establishing temporary detention and processing capabilities to augment existing ICE Detention and Removal Operations (DRO) Program facilities in the event of an emergency influx of immigrants into the U.S., or to support the rapid development of new programs. The contingency support contract provides for planning and, if required, initiation of specific engineering, construction and logistics support tasks to establish, operate and maintain one or more expansion facilities. The contract may also provide migrant detention support to other U.S. Government organizations in the event of an immigration emergency, as well as the development of a plan to react to a national emergency, such as a natural disaster.

And the contract goes to:



Kellog Brown and Root

Call Your Senators and Thank Them

Don’t forget to follow up with a thank you to your Senators if they voted the way you wanted with the Alito nomination. It is great to call and gripe before hand but you have to followup and let them know that you appreciate when they follow-through.

Don’t forget most Senators have their DC office plus a few regional state offices – be sure and call until you talk to a real person. The guy at Durbin’s Springfield office seemed surprised that I had called.

‘I just wanted to thank the Senator for voting now on the Alito nomination.’

10 digits – 14 words. You can do it.

SARK, Arundahti Roy and Sony VAIO PCG-SRX87 Hinges

Sunday morning. Ron is presumably in the air. Kitty is wandering around after the daily Wakeup Cuddle. How can someone be that happy to see me?

Had some dreams last night but I can’t remember them. I’ve been pretty forgetful the past six months and it really bothers me. I know it is because I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire.

The hinge on this Sony Vaio PCG-SRX87 is getting looser as the laptop ages. I’ve found the parts on line to get the new laptop hinges but I’m not sure how easy it will be to install. Discussion forums say it is difficult (but really expensive to send off to an authorized Sony repair shop). I will say this little baby has been a workhorse and has survived much tumbling and travel. It still turns heads at the cafes and here’s why: the basic footprint of the smallest laptops hasn’t changed that much in three years. True, I don’t have a ton of data on here since I use a desktop mostly but it is nice to be able to sit on the NEW LEATHER COUCH and tick-tack-type away.

SARK’s Make Your Creative Dreams Real next to me on the bed. Arundhati Roy’s An Ordinary Person’s Guide to Empire on the floor. Sodoku book next to it along with my journal and my affirmations notebook. I find that when I write out or meditate on affirmations it takes about four days for something to manifest (if at all). Like I was doing affirmations on money and then four days later I get an affiliate commission check for an affiliate I promoted a year ago – yet one of my recurring commissions still makes enough every few months to send me a $40 check.

Current affirmations include:

I am free of ache, pain, anxiety and depression.

I have a strong, powerful, resilient, flexible, sexy body.

I have all the time I need to do all that I want to do.

That last one is inspired from one of SARK’s books with the sentences:

You are enough. You have enough. You do enough.

Depending on your economic circumstances growing up I think a lot of us have this sense that there is never enough. It isn’t really a perfectionism focus – it is the idea of scarcity. I’ve had a few scarcity-based moments lately.

As a colleague told me, a year ago no one in the peer circles I’m in was talking about blogs except for me. Now suddenly everybody is an expert – even people that have taken my course are somehow turning around and teaching intro blogging courses. My inner bastard lashes out but I know that it isn’t worth it to focus on other people’s exploits. I try to stay focused on the ‘ministry’ part of the tech I teach. I had a client email me that I was the ‘Tylenol of the blogging world’ because I took away all the pain of learning how to use this technology. I think it is slightly revolting that everytime a new technology comes blogs, podcasting, RSS… the internet marketing whores pop up with their larger than life salesletters and shitty-ass table-based HTML designs and screaming auto-play Flash players and tries to drag the uninformed into their little ponzi web. I’m a bleeding heart, what can I say.

From SARK: (random page, random quote)

We can meet our fears in a new way with a fresh mind and a full heart. We can learn to listen more briefly to our fears and escort them out into the garden whie we have a tea party in the living room.

and from Arundhati Roy: (my new girlfriend)

In this era of crisis reportage, if you don’t have a crisis to call your own, you’re not in the news. And if you’re not in the news, you don’t exist. While governments hone the art of crisis management (the art of waiting out a crisis), resistance movements are increasingly being ensnared in a sort of vortex of crisis production.

Hits the nail on the head. I’ve often thought of the idea that much of the weight of globalization and the movement of multi-nationals is the commodification of misery: misery as product. When we wear clothing and use products that are inextricably bound with oppressive government or financial systems, we have bought another person’s misery to prevent our own.

Her thoughts on waiting out crises is so evident with our current administration. Karl Rove remains a fucking genius of marketing. He knows that a 24-hour news cycle would rather spend time on a ‘live breaking event’ like a house fire next to a high school in California (I ranted to CNN on that one) or a bus crash in Florida (really a one sentence story, dragged into days of coverage). As speeches mix down to sounds bites and sound bites mix down to images and images mix down to montage… what will be left? Not much and the White House knows that if they batten down the hatches, let Scott McClellan bleed a little more pus on the podium, all will return to situation normal (SNAFU, that is).

I have the blinds down but I can hear icy rain hitting the window, along with an icy draft coming through these age old windows.

I’m hurtling towards another laundry emergency with piles of clothing and bedding needing to be washed. I think I just have to accept that that is my current style of laundry lately and stop having these delusions of doing ‘a couple loads each week’.

Ron and I went shopping yesterday and got some new underwear. We went to Club Monaco, Armani, Nordstroms, Bloomingdales, Apple store… and had lunch at Popeye’s.

Ron loves fried chicken. You’d think he was from the south. And yes: he loves to eat the skin. We went to a derelict Popeye’s wedged off of Michigan Avenue – a sort of KFC meets No Exit-type of establishment. We got a four piece dinner and ate it. I think I reached a new level of intimacy with Ron while watching him rip the fried, breaded skin off the chicken and gobble it up. Truth be told we had our semi-annual McDonald’s fest last week. So we’d now gone to Popeye’s and McDonalds in a seven day period. As we left the confines of Popeye’s and returned to the mag mile Ron voiced what we both were feeling:

That never happened.

Ah, shame and eating. Truly the beginning of a good process addition.


Just got an email from one of my advance reviewers for the book. She says it is the best blogging book to date!

Top 10 Censored News Stories of 2005

Project Censored is back with their picks for the top under-reported stories of last year:

  1. White House erodes open government.
  2. Civilian death toll of Fallujah
  3. Distored election coverage, hackable voting machines
  4. Surveillance soceity unveiling
  5. US uses tsunami to military advantage
  6. Saddam raked in oil profits from Jordan and Turkey – with US approval
  7. Journalists in danger
  8. US sets criteria for Iraq farmers: use Monsanto
  9. Iran’s oil market shift from dollars to euros could cause dollar to plummet
  10. Mountaintop removal in Appalachia decimates ecosystems

More and more I think it is less a liberal media bias or a conservative media bias – the bias is pro-military and pro-corporation.

NASA Climate Scientist Muzzled by White House

James E. Hansen, director of the NASA’s Goddard Institute for Space Studies (and soon to probably lose his job, funding or both):

The Bush administration has tried to stop him from speaking out since he gave a lecture last month calling for prompt reductions in emissions of greenhouse gases linked to global warming. He fell out of favor with the White House in 2004 after giving a speech at the University of Iowa before the presidential election, in which he complained that government climate scientists were being muzzled and said he planned to vote for Senator John Kerry. Dr. Hansen said it would be irresponsible not to speak out, particularly because NASA’s mission statement includes the phrase “to understand and protect our home planet.”

GLAAD Wastes Time on American Idol

Gay rights group GLAAD wastes their time on American Shithole:

On Tuesday’s show, seen by a Nielsen-chart topping 35.5 million viewers, Cowell told one male contestant to “wear a dress” and Jackson asked another, “are you a girl?”

That’s just one in a huge parade of fagged up guys that really really really need to accept the fact that they think other guys are sorta cool in that neato-keen, wanna cuddle with them kinda way. It is embarrassing to these guys that yes they are flamier than a Basked Alaska. I mean really, is anyone else seeing these eyebrows on these guys?

Dear GLAAD, I understand that you have to keep your efforts in the headlines, but using American Idol as a way to pop in the news really is a complete waste of your time.
Simon Cowell is an asshole. He says asshole-ish things. He picks on FOB asians, minstrelsy/ghetto-ed-out blacks, classic fatties and yes: fagged up closet cases. The show is a testament to self-imposed public abuse.

Oprah and James Frey

Can you imagine if Oprah called Condoleeza Rice a liar to her face when she appeared on Oprah? Isn’t it crazy that one of the few times you see someone call someone else a liar to their face, it is on Oprah and not a news channel?

All Things Being Equal

Got measured at the gym today.

Weight is up to 184# with body fat up 19% (from 17.8% a month ago).

Gained 4 pounds of muscle since last month (8 pounds since mid December). So 4 pounds of muscle and 4 pounds of fat.

Shoulders wider by 1 inch to 50 inches.

Thigh up another half inch to 20 inches.

Calves 1/4th inch thicker. Yay!

Probably eating pasta and Oreos last night may have made me more bloated than Karl Rove on a muffin rage.

Busy Bee, Wikipedian, Mountains and Other Molehills

It is Tuesday. Did a fair amount of work this weekend. I’m teaching a course for Andrea and Tina so I was listening to the previous run of the course and making an outline of the notes – the class starts on Thursday. Got a so-so draft done of the proposal for the next book. Just programmed my newsletter to send – should deploy in a few hours.

I’m really busy lately. Like crazy busy. Tons of tiny little details to track all over the place. I’m trying to invite at least 2 people to review my book every day. I need to get a little outlandish and invite people I don’t know or people I think are ‘above’ me. Isn’t it weird how we place ourselves in this strange caste system. “No Andy, it isn’t we. It’s you.” Ah well. I think I learned to be humble which can tumble into over-humility which turns into inner-humiliation – always placing yourself under other people. This of course means there’s a status game going on at all.

I get measured on Thursday. My eating this month has not been what it could be. Shocker: my energy is down when I don’t eat well. I figure I made half the progress that I did last month. We’ll see. I’m dragging Ron with me because I’m tired of hearing about how this is the week he starts eating better or tomorrow… and I’m guilty of the exact same thing. Did military press 70 with the barbell so that was a bit exciting. Of course I can’t clean-and-jerk it up successfully more than a couple times. I think that is a clean-and-jerk. I of course first heard that term in The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Maybe it’s a snatch. Clean and jerk. Snatch. Heh.

Tara and I usually have Skype IM breaks throughout the day. We’ve found that just a few textual touches each day helps us feel less isolated. We used to talk on the phone but that tends to turn quickly off-topic. A quick snarky jab instant message only takes a few seconds to ingest. We have a few sayings we use as we coach eachother via IM throughout the day. My newest one is ‘MOLEHILLS!’ Which is what I IM when resist a very simple task for days (or weeks) and then do it and find that it only 30 seconds of my life or I am making a really big deal about something. It isn’t really being a drama queen per se because I’m not emoting or expounding about it – I’m just keep it all inside. I know that I have inherited the Worst Case Scenario Reflex from the generations before me. When you combine Mountains/Molehills with Worst Case Scenario you really have a good time and get relatively nothing done.

Hiring the virtual assistants was a great idea. It’s amazing. I give them a task and a few days later it’s done. “Yes, Andy it’s called running a frigging business.” I have them doing all my call transcripts right now. These guys in the Phillippines are doing a much better job than the other transcriptionist I had – who I think was French-Canadian – and I think was just running the audio through a voice recognition system.

24 is rocking my world. Ron manages to come up with new shtick each season. For example, he always says ‘The following takes place between whatever AM and whatver PM.’ along with Kiefer at the opening of each episode. Sometimes things get so tense that he does toe-touches during commercial breaks. I told him we should do a podcast recording during commercial breaks or a debrief after each episode. His latest shtick is when the numbers 24 come up on the screen – you know how they flicker and blink? Ron does a little set of hand movements – kind of like Vogue-ing but in a contained box in front of him with both hands while he chants ‘doo! doo! doo! doo!’ Totally hysterical. I think something my sister and I both learned from our parents is that laughter is essential – laughter is key. Ron and I see couples on the street and they look so morose and serious and we wonder what the hell they talk about or if they ever laugh.

I didn’t tell you that I’m in love. Last week, I had breakfast with Ron’s sister and the cutest little boy in the world: Ethan (Ron’s nephew). Ethan is 2 and is quiet as a churchmouse and plays a mean game of peekaboo. He’s mixed with Ron and his sister’s eyes and a big head of dark brown hair that I’m guessing will turn jet black in time (his dad is a redhead). It was great to meet some more of Ron’s family. Maybe we’ll get to have him for the weekend sometime. That’d be fun. Parade him around like a trophy baby. Ron already knows that Ethan is going to be hot when he’s older because he’s mixed white-asian and wonders how soon we can start him at the gym.

Latest Ron malaprop… Ron is on me about this proposal for a second book. Y’know, cuz mama needs a new pair of shoes. Of course by mama I mean Ron. Anyway he said ‘You know honey I don’t want to count the chicks before the eggs have opened.’ And then there’s the pause while he waits for me to react. What a dork. You’ve seen Trick right? And how the Tori Spelling character is singing the part of Dorcus the Maid? I now tell Ron he’s such a dorkus the maid.

Wow it is windy out there. I can hear the window panes shake.

Couch comes tomorrow!!! Dark chocolate leather loveseat. I got the lifetime leather protection plan which they say covers cat damage. I don’t believe it. I’m sure they’ll say ‘When we said lifetime we meant the couch’s lifetime – not yours – this couch is only supposed to last three years.’

My late night travels through Wikipedia continue: Rope (film), Alfred Hitchock, Prostitution, Raelians, Steroids, Ubermensch, Arundhati Roy, Dharma, Baccahe, Hitchcock Zoom, Louis Farrahkan, Mr and Mrs Smith, Mein Kemp, Montgomery Clift, Male Hustler, Marnie, Nation of Islam, Ripliad, Ripley Under Ground, Swastika (Buddhist), The Legend of Zelda Controversy, Sam Raimi, Strangers on a Train, Unproduced Hitchock Projects, Treaty of Versailles, The Basketball Diaries, Rentboy, Malcolm X.