Friday, June 23, 2006

Happy Pride!

In most major cities this weekend, Pride celebrations are taking place. Of course, you wouldn't even know anything remotely queer existed in this tiny village of big box drug stores and pizza places. Oh well, I digress. I'd really love to be in NYC this weekend to experience PRIDE. J and I were too hung over to fully enjoy the PRIDE in Minneapolis a couple years ago, but we managed to catch a glimpse of the parade and I even got teary-eyed over seeing parents march in support of their children. Fat chance I'd get either one of my folks involved in such things. My mother has taken to prefacing everything with: "he/she is a gay/lesbian, but that's ok". Oh, thanks. I get so fucking pissed at her for this behavior, or for privilegeing weddings, babies, and the entire existence of heterosexuality . . . I've been aware of being queer since I was in high school, but didn't really deal with it until undergrad, and even then it took me until grad school to "Come Out". A truly horrifying experience . . . I actually attribute a lot of my problems with my father to my queerness. The family betrayal and shame they displayed for a long, long, time made me hate my sexuality even more, often internalizing that anger on a partner, coming close (or in certain cases) ending the relationships. Now I find myself in a very settled, comfortable life, with a partner I love more than anything. And, frankly, I don't give two shits if it still bothers my parents . . .what a few years will do for your soul.

In honor of Pride 2006, I read an essay titled: *Queer Anti-Capitalism: What's Left of Gay and Lesbian Liberation?" by Alan Sears in the Jan. 2005 issue of Science and Society. Many points in the article reminded me of an interview with Barbara Smith in which she criticized the gay/lesbian liberation movement for it's abandonment of radical politics in favor of reform and consumerism. Indeed, the movement, as a whole, has been subjected to some of the most intense forms of commodification and, according to Sears, the movement exists happily (for some) and comfortably within the confines of advanced capitalism. Located within the folds of capital, the gay/lesbian movement finds itself in contradictory spaces. For example, Sears argues that during the last 30 years the movment has gained ground as more places/spaces have opened up for the queer identity, while other social movements went in "retreat". How did the gay liberation movement find itself progressing during a major rightward shift in our country's history? A lot had to do with changing social conditions . . .mostly related to a form of moral deregulation that accompanied the broadening of the neoliberal state. Who cares about "morals" if you can make a quick buck--so market niches were created, commodification intensified, while the bodies of poor queers, and queers of color, queer youth, and lesbians (in most cases) continued to be ignored. As evidence of this, take a walk down the Castro district in SF, and you'll see nothing but bars, businesses, hair salons, etc catering mostly to middle-class, upper-middle class white, gay men. Who works in these queer businesses? And, how are they treated? And, as usual where are the women? Another example involves the corporate sponsorhip of PRIDE marches. Smith was livid to see the Citibank (or some other label) logo on the back of PRIDE t-shirts . . . as I recall the Minnneapolis marches, the same corporatization of all things queer were everywhere . . .leading many to believe we had actually come a long way. No, we just brought in a ton of money for a market that gladly takes in queer dollars, while simultaneously policing other aspects of our lives. Such is the contradiction surrounding contemporary queer politics. As the movement became increasingly commodified, the more radical sectors that were born immediately after the post-Stonewall riots of 1969, seemed to give way due to lack of funding and resources . . . gone were community centers, shelters, AIDS activism and other cultural aspects that once defined a much more militant demand for sexual liberation. And, theoretically, Foucault marched in to the minds of queer thinkers, effectively removing any, liberatory potential that might have once existed. As the body of thought known as Queer Theory emerged, the politics took on a more playful, reformist, anything and everything goes mentality, completely divorced from the materiality of social life. And, so it goes. Not much has really changed, which is why I was thrilled to see an essay attempting to apply a marxist feminist analysis to the queer movement. I dug it for the most part, but it made me sad to see how the 1980s pretty much killed off any type of grassroots,radical analysis created in certain sectors of the gay/lesbian liberation movement. However, Sears concludes on a hopeful note: in the midst of growing global justice movements (at least those with an explicit anti-capitalist agenda) a space for queers needs to be developed and explored to get us back on the path towards liberation for all and not for the middle-upper-middle classes who have much better security over their working-class counterparts (marriage, domestic partnership, housing, health care, etc). I show the film *Southern Comfort* in my Intro classes, because it is entirely focused on poor, southern, transgendered people . . . and it provides a nice balance to the trendy, transgressive, images of gender "insurgents" that we are saturated with in the major cities (again the west coast comes to mind). Sometimes, if you don't live in a SF or NYC, being queer is lonely, tough, and not near as playful as one might think. On the pther hand, there are a ton of queer youth in this city having to hustle just to stay alive . . .mostly expelled from their own communities that refuse to accept anything other than a straight identity.

I'll end here. Happy PRIDE and may the tides start to turn towards a more progressive analysis in the 21st century. God knows, living in the heart of empire, we need a return to radical politics. And, fast.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

In a Fix

One week later, here is a not so happy post about the John Deere. After working on my paper for a couple hours, and suffering through a miserable US World Cup loss to Ghana, I decide to clear my head (in more ways than one) and start mowing! I manage to get most of the front yard done, when attempting to drop the blades for one last go around the clothes line, it fails to drop. Dammit. I knew from a month or so ago exactly what this meant: mower belt has come off. Ugh. This happened a month into owning the damn thing, and we immediately called the person we bought it from and they were cool about coming over. I just don't know if I want to do this again . . . on the one hand, I want to call her, but on the other, I don't want to be this annoying, neighbor who is going to fuss over every problem this mower has--we did buy it and maybe we should begn dealing with it? For those of you that troll this site and for those that respond, I'd appreciate your thoughts on the matter. Here's where I stand: I'm ready to call our old lawn guy up and tell him to mow the backyard for the next 2 weeks until I get back from WV and we can handle it . . . here's why . . .

I began writing my paper yesterday and feel fairly focused about the direction it is heading in. And, to be perfectly honest, I don't need the distractions of this yard right now--and mom is coming in next Sunday, so I really want to get this finished and submitted PRONTO. Sigh. I don't mind the flowers, or the garden, but I'm really trying to work hard for the next week or so . . .which leads me to . . .

the realization that hard work, particularly of the intellectual kind, makes me drink more than usual (I think, could be the onset of summer, though I probably say this for every season). I doubt this is a good thing, but it appears to be working, so why tamper? Plus, it gets me away from World Cup soccer and bad Lifetime movies which has to be a good thing. I haven't, however, given up the YOU TUBE fixation.
Over on Feministing they had a funny post about a classic, Sandra Bernhard smack-down on The View. Check it out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwIO-DpLeHE&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eavclub%2Ecom%2Fcontent%2F

Not sure if this will be a live link (just paste it) to see what I mean.

Not much else new, though I think Broken Social Scene's song "Hotel" is hot.

Later.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Strawberries!

As I was in a weed whacking frenzy yesterday, I stumbled upon several patches of strawberries growing in and around our yard! It was hard to get a good pic of them, but they are pretty much everywhere.



Last night I was reading the local paper when I stumbled upon this comment in the "Through the Years" column: 95 Years Ago . . . Several flagrant instances of nocturnal raids on strawberry pacthes in this vicinity have been reported. Next to chiken stealing this is the most aggravating form of thievery and should be severely dealt with. And, that about sums up life in the village.

I'm procrastinating like a mo-fo today. I don't wanna do anything productive even though it is a beautiful day outside. So, instead I'll post some pop culture things I'm currently interested in:

1. Ruth Rendell's *13 Steps Down*--I'm always up for a summer mystery/crime novel so I'm gonna try Rendell and see what I think. This books has been getting favorable reviews (not that that really means much these days) in some different mags I've been reading.

2. Allison Bechdel's *Fun Home*--according to an interview Bechdel was inspired by *Maus* and wanted to create her own graphic novel memoir. I might go and buy this soon. I've only read her comic strip "Dykes To Watch Out For" a few times while browsing in bookstores, but I'm intrigued by her memoir.

3. I have a new crush on Kyra Sedgewick. Dunno, but when J would watch *The Closer* last summer I never could get into it that much. Since the season opener on Monday, I've been reading nothing but positive reviews about her character and the show in general. I think Season 2 is gonna be a good one. And, she's hot. Seriously.

4. Deadwood Season 2. I'm waiting for J's return to begin watching the second season. I think the final (or I believe some think it will be the final) season is currently showing.

5. The Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs *Show Your Bones* is my fave album right now. Also, finding myself sucked into the MTV Spin of Gnarls Barkley's song "Crazy".

6. Quote that best sums up my state of mind today: "When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend. I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations." --Lua, Bright Eyes

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Early to Rise

6:30 AM: Wake-up to begin new dog routine. After an interesting chat with the trainer I learned two things: we have unwittingly been putting Mr. Jones in harm's way by letting him devour his rawhide bones. Ok, for those of you smirking and saying . . . "well, no shit!" just keep it to yourself. I feel like a big enough dumb ass as it is. Gees. Cats were never this fucking complicated for me. Anyway, I also discovered we haven't been feeding him correctly (apparently, this has to do with dominance, hierarchy, etc) so as pack leader I cleared out the cats this morning and let him eat breakfast at 6:40. And, by god, he munched and munched.

7:00 AM: Dog back on leash, coffee in hand, I march back to the bedroom so he can "digest" and I can lay back down and zone out watching "Washington Journal" on C-Span. I typically catch this show on the weekends, but I enjoyed it a great deal this morning because they were discussing Bush's "surprise" visit to Iraq. It's interesting (and despicable) that some of his minions claimed the 3 Guantanamo suicides were a "PR" stunt last week, but viewed his trip to Iraq as "courageous" and "daring" (um, they never let him in a car, he's in the most fortified zone of the country, and he's in and out within 5 hours) and get ruffled if you dare call it a PR move to help the Republicans in time for the mid-term elections. Sorry for the run-on sentence . . . too tired to rephrase. Anyway, some wacko called in and said he thought George Bush was a "wimp" just like his father and instructed people to google his name along with someone else to learn about his "gay" relationship!! What the fuck? It was funny to see the host squrim, thank the nutbar for his "commentary", and cut him off.

8:30 AM: Time for a brisk, 2 mile walk at Smith's favorite park.

9:15 AM: Breakfast (a delicious egg and cheese sandwich on english muffin).

9:30 AM: Deal with the dreaded gas weed-eater. Oh, how I hate small engines that won't start when you want them to!! Being a chick sucks for these reasons . . .after fixing its string, filling it with gas, and pushing the choke button 18 times, vrooom! My arm is now killing me from all of my weed whacking. I'll finish tomorrow--but as usual, I had to stop because we are now out of string.

10-ish: Destroy mushroom that was threatening to take over front yard. Seriously, that shroom sprung up after 6 days of solid rain last week. Fuck. I started to feel embarrassed by it because I could spot it down the road while driving. It took a shovel and filled a garbage bag to destroy--but mushroom be damned!

I've lost track of time: Mow an acre of grass and pray I have enough gas. My John Deere did not fail me! How I love our riding lawn mower. I should write a blog just about it one day . . .

12:30-ish: Hand weed our garden. Perhaps the most despicable outdoor chore I have to do. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to get every, single blade of grass and clump of clover out of there, but after 30 minutes I'm spent. Whatever. There are no major weeds choking the garden and I can walk down the rows with ease--seems good enough for me.

1:00 PM: Rest, relax, blog. I need to work on a document for school that's due Friday, and I need to hit the grocery store (yay, our local store has opened up, so it's just around the corner) for some grub this evening. Not sure if either will get accomplished.

Until tomorrow . . . I'm out.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Nada

I got nothing to say today . . . but in an earlier entry I promised to update my blog on a weekly, if not daily, basis. So here goes...

1. Been reading *White Love and Other Events in Filipino History*. As an anti-nationalist text, it will help in my own effort to recuperate an anti-imperialist, nationalist feminist mode of analysis amidst all the disjuncture, chaos, and desire that continues to characterize most feminist theorizing.

2. One of the most overused words in academic writing is: constitutive.

3. 1 bottle of Corona Light poured into a pint class and topped off with Clamato juice (sprinkle of salt is optional) is one of the most divine summer drinks ever created. A bottle of bud, miller, or other innocuous light beer will work too. For my beer aficionado friends: I know, I know. This combo really sounds hideous, but for my low brow summer beer drinking months, there's nothing comparable.

4. Scotch and soda has now officially surpassed vodka and tonic as my second favorite summer drink of all time. MMMMMMMM Good. Because I enjoy them so much, I have chosen not to drink them while alone for the month of June. Not a good idea.

5. I've become addicted to "Little People, Big World" on the Discovery Channel. And, sadly, find myself tuned in to "Cheaters" late-night-- a program that is perhaps one of the worst television shows to hit the airwaves. How does that "host" not get his ass totally kicked?

6. "Baghdad Burning" remains one of my favorite blogs. Enjoyed her latest posting on the killing of Zarqawi--she poses a simple question: do policy-makers, puppet legislators, and war-mongers really believe that that his killing will end the insurgency as long as a foreign military continues to occupy Iraq? It was a strange coincidence: the very day his dead body was paraded all over the corporate media I received my monthly copy of *The Atlantic* titled: Jihad with a pic of the Most Wanted photo of Zarqawi on the cover.

7. Read a Marjorie Cohn piece about the 3 Guantanamo suicides . . . discovered the Bush administration was currently spending $30 million to build permanent cells.

8. Attention "illegal aliens": if you want to stay in the United States here's a quick and easy way: sign up for the US armed forces and after serving one day, you will be eligible for US citizenship. The US govenrment has been particularly successful using this strategy with the Latino population. Stevie Wonder's "Frontline" is running through my head.

9. Have become fascinated by "You Tube" videos!

10. Miss my girl like crazy.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Dirty Old Men



I guess this belt buckle says it all. In my opinion, there is nothing more gross than a dirty old man cruising a park in the morning. Soon after we got Smith, I took him to a park and was approached by this old geezer who A) wanted to know if the dog was friendly and B) wondered how long the park/trail was. On the surface, these questions seem benign, but the creepy smile, leering eyes conveyed a different message. Maybe you have to be a chick to know these things. Once I responded negatively to question A, dirtly old geezer left me alone.

On this fine, overcast, chilly June morning, my boy and I were happily taking our morning walk at another park when I saw a black sedan driving slowly through the park. As we approach, the sedan stops and an elderly man gets out to examine a ball field. Hmm . . . I figured he might be an umpire of a little league game or something. By the time we pass, he's back in the car, giving me a slow wave. Not wanting to appear unfriendly to old folks, I wave back and proceed along my way. By the time I reach the end of the trail, I spy the car approaching us again . . .this time very, very, slow and now the window is rolling down. Ok, this time I figure old man is going to give a compliment to my very handsome dog--something that has become a regular part of our walks (sorry to brag, but the dog is dashing). But no. He leans his head out the window and says: "You cutie speed walker." As if he's used to repeating himself (maybe to his friends back at the home) he says it again with even more gusto. Aha! He appears to be missing some important teeth! God, had I stood there one more second, I am convinced he would have flashed me in the car. And that, my friends, is something I did not want to see!

I wish Mr. Jones would be more tolerant of other dogs because there is a cool group of women (and I'm all about the chicks) that drove by me today with their dogs . . . they must meet at 8 and take this beautiful creek trail (though I would have imagined it to be really, really muddy considering it poured rain all day yesterday with plans to continue through Saturday) every morning. One chick caught my eye, because she had this beautful retriever and seemed equally impressed with my son. I swore I wouldn't become one of these people who wanted to be a part of the dog bunch, but I think I'd prefer their company over lecherous 80 year old men driving dark sedans.

Hmmm. I have cooked up a plan to try to be with people, real people, and not shedding, meowing, barking, creatures either this evening or tomorrow . . .but I hope I don't attract my usual gaggle of freaks (see my post a few days ago about my trip to WV). I was thinking coffee shop, but that seems lame, and I prefer a bar, so I'm going to hit this place that several people have mentioned. It looks clean, and maybe a place where I could take a book if all else fails . . . but hopefully I can have a meaningful conversation that consists of more than: want to go out? are you hungry? etc. If I remember to bring my PDA, I'll document the adventure.

Ok, there's more to say, but I have to get back to the books. I've been reading Aijaz Ahmad's *In Theory* and have found it to be indispensable for my own thinking, writing. I ordered my own copy, so hopefully I can get the books I need to begin the writing process. If anything, Ahmad has reminded me of how much I absolutely love theory . . . something that my old job pretty much beat out of me, but man, am I ever glad to be back to it. I feel like I'm in grad school again . . .it's so invigorating! Now, if only the rain would break, and the temps would warm up, my life would be perfect.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Being Public Enemy #1 in a Time of War



As I was mowing, weeding, and doing all those things I promised in an earlier blog that would make me more than an aesthetic butch, I couldn't help but think we live in one of the most *fuct* countries. Before dragging myself outside today I did my usual web surfing: check email, check favorite blogs, read stupid MSN gossip, watch MSN video about Shrub's latest efforts to fuck over us queers, stop. Check email again, read more blogs about the Federal Marriage Amendment, stop. Oh, fuck it. Here we go again. Why am I so surprised? In the midst of more bad press concerning the Haditha massacre--and yes, I consider this shit to be a massacre--let's talk about those damned queers undermining the morality of our nation, our children, and our families. I guess living in a militarized state, invading and occupying a sovereign country, detaining (I'm starting to hate that word) thousands more in orange jumpsuits with burlap sacks over their heads, proudly posing beside dead Iraqi bodies, isn't all that menacing, or immoral, or sick, or unjust, as two people who simply want to marry in this country. Er, two people of the same sex! Egads!!

Anyway, I was going to blog and go on and on this latest presidential diversion until I received this article from a friend. Check it out:

www.truthout.org/docs_2006/060506A.shtml

Theater of the absurd indeed.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

BAD TV


Because it has been raining all damn day, and I've been stuck in the house with the hound dog, I've done nothing but watch bad, very bad, tv. And, yes, the infamous "network for women" was involved, but it all started going downhill with another vapid MTV show titled: "NEXT". I just googled this program and discovered they are accepting applications right now . . . so if any of you are "Hot" and "Outgoing" and between 18-25, and willing to be the next biggest imbecile to hit MTV, do a google search and sign up! Seriously, the show's premise revolves around a male/female (straight or gay--you know MTV is incredibly hip to the token) who wants a date (not very original . . . Chuck Woolery's "Love Connection" was sooo much better) and they have 5 people to choose from. The episode I watched involved a young, white man who liked the "Rat Pack" era in music and wanted a like-minded gal. The 5 contestants were all competitive, shallow, catty, "stupid girls" (a la the Pink song/video) who really made women look like fucking fucks. Sorry. I can't think of anything else to call them. They made me embarassed to be a chick. Ugh. At least I'm not straight.

Anyway, between that show, My Super Sweet 16, The Hills (the spin-off of Laguna Beach) etc. MTV has really taken a terrible nose dive in the 21st century. Now, I know there are some high minded people out there who have never found value in MTV, ever, but I do think it had some potential for a while--potential to talk to a young demographic about social issues (AIDS, sexuality (and not the token stuff), class, race, etc). All that has been abandoned in favor of the ruling elite and their offspring. Oh god. It's simply reprehensible. And, what ever happened to the music videos??

I don't recall ever living in a place where it could simply rain non-stop for over 24 hours. It has never stopped raining today . . .in a moment of guilt and careless abandon I decided to leash up the aforementioned hound and take him for a walk in the rain . . . and then for a drive around "town" just to get out of the soggy, depressing house. Getting soaked with your mutt is far better than sitting on your ass watching 18 year old girls describe how a doctor took "3lbs" off each breast!!!!

On another rant about tv, has anyone seen the recent Miller Lite commercials? I think there should be a letter-writing campaign about their recent "Man-Law" series which features a group of men (all ages) sitting around a conference table discussing "man laws". The most offensive, and one that J brought to my attention, involves this slogan: You poke it, you own it. Of course, they are supposedly talking about when waiters grab beer off of a table and put their fingers in the bottles to hold them, but seriously . . . when you hear a chorus of men stating "you poke it, you own, it" and then declaring proudly "MAN LAW" . . . it takes on a completely different meaning. Just tune into any sporting prgram and you'll see a bunch of these stupid commercials. They might even be paired with the Burger King commericals which feature men, er excuse me, real men hungry for their beef. I think BK is doing a little Helen Reddy parody of "I am Woman".

Back to the couch. Hopefully the weather will break and I'll have more stimulating stuff to talk about tomorrow.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Ready. Set. Go!

Today begins a month of separation for J and I. I'm excited for her fellowship, and am looking forward to hearing about the research/interviews she conducts while in WV,VA, and KY. In the meantime, I'm trying to adjust and cope with the SILENCE of this big, old house. And, of course, figuring out how to keep an old hound dog occupied and not fixated on the fact that his favorite pal has flown the coop for a while. He seems anxious and nervous (never a good sign for Smith J), so I've tossed some football and done some brushing to keep him from nipping at my hands.

Seems like all of our old friends are keeping busy with their academic/scholarly research over the summer. I think phone calls and emails will help to keep some of us on task. I figure I'll go ahead and make a book order this evening and begin mapping out my chapters for this book project of mine. It helps keep me sane if I only think of this in small chunks--paper by paper--instead of a monstrous book that I must (absolutely MUST) complete. So, for those of you interested in my work, I'm planning to recover/recuperate a nationalist feminist project. Specifically, I aim to map out the trajectory of current feminist theory on transnationalism and the way this particular form of thinking has been used to understand the Philippines. Unfortunately, I believe most hot, trendy, feminist thinking these days has continued to obscure the structural inequality wrough by globalizing processes, ignored the vital role nationalist, anti-imperialist movements have and continue to play in the RP, and simply celebrate the exotic, Pinay/Pinoy identity. In short, what's currently in vogue these days is about as anti-revolutionary as you can get--and it's happening when the civil liberties of Filipinos in their homeland are being curtailed on a daily basis by a paranoid government hell bent on silencing any enemies (ie primarily those located on the Left) via murder and intimidation. It's really a scary and serious situation that requires an equally rigorous and serious analysis--not the fluff that is currently masquerading behind buzz words such as complexity and hybridity. This kind of thinking will more than likely get you tenure, but what impact does it really have on figuring out contemporary realities?

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Don't take me to a bar with you


  1. in mid may we traveled to wv to attend j's sister's graduation from nursing school. with smith in tow, we made the 9 hour trek to parkersburg and settled in for a weekend of graduation festivities. after the usual graduation dinner, a group of us went out on the town for some libations, karaoke (i bailed on this event), and good times. living in the middle of nowhere ny made this outing all the more fun . . . after many beers, we found ourself at the fine establishment known only as club 47. i should have known something was amiss when we sat down and noticed a mirrored wall that stated in gold lettering: pole dance at own risk yes, tis true. we took a photo to prove it . . .just waiting for c (j's sister) to send it our way. anyway, aside from the lone gold pole situated in the corner, club 47 was your average karaoke, rough neck, type of bar. feeling buzzed and generous, i go to the bar and ask for some more beer and shots for the table (some red bull concoction with vodka that was recommended to me by a fellow graduate). this, my friends, is where the fun ended.


    awaiting me at the bar was jesus. yes, jesus. only this jesus was tending bar, high as a kite on what appeared to be crustal meth given his nasty and un-jesus like temperment. when i placed my order, jesus snarled at me and said: "give me your id". when i showed him my beer that i ordered from the bar just a few minutes ago (as drunken proof that i had already passed the id test and been served), he accused me of sneaking the beer in and trying to gegt his establishment closed down!!! NO SHIT. Meanwhile, while my ass is being chewed out for crimes I did not commit, J and others are having a fine time bantering with this guy . . . he's serving them, but NOT me. Finally, he gives me my order and I leave it at that.

    Although shaken up by this total asshole, I find myself distracted by a song I've never ever heard before (and god willing, won't ever have to hear again):Cadillac Pussy. Yep. Again, all this is happening in the same night. Perhaps this is not the song title, but it sure as hell was the refrain, and seated in front of the gold pole, we witnessed a woman show off her supposed c.p. Time for another shot. As I approach meth head with some trepidation, I order a shot, a beer, and a diet coke for c. instead of a diet coke, he gives me a jack and coke. i explain that i never ordered a jack and coke and he FREAKS out on me and threatens to kick me out of the bar. yes, friends, it is not good when jesus turns on you.

    in the midst of this turmoil, i'm also having a conversation with a guy named cletus (clee-tus) who performed some metallica songs on stage. cletus was a nice enough guy, though a bit odd, who had a classic t-shirt that read: save a tree, eat a beaver. or something along those lines . . . i was trying to buy it off of him, but was quickly reprimanded by my girl. anyways, i have many photos to prove this adventure took place. i'll post as soon as they arrive . . .