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Well, i've whiled away a bit of time looking at gorgeous old photographs online today. If any of you go to Shorpy, be sure to go to the very first page to discover who Shorpy is, and why this blog is named thusly. Here is a smattering of photos i dig:

Dorothea Lange, et. al.

Gregg over at Petch House turned me on to THIS SITE. Wow. I could look at this for hours, days, weeks. Our new friend Gary keeps saying that in our age, there will be no record such as this, thanks to the digital revolution. Wiping out some virtual data in one fell swoop could wipe away a history that has no physical record, no artifacts, no tangible record of its photographic reality.

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What a sad story.

Authorities in Florida denied info to this guy about his partner, because they were not married. In a state that won't let them get married. His partner and his parents had just died in a plane crash. But since Eric and the guy "weren't actual family members," the authorities wouldn't tell him anything. So he saw that his partner and his partner's parents had died in a plane crash on the news.

See the video HERE.

Steven, we need to find an attorney to help us set up the legal stuff we need to set up since we can't get married.

I'll never forget that night mister, right after Janice died in a car crash, that you showed up at home after a workday at 9 pm. You'd forgotten your phone that day, and were just having a coffee with a coworker after working late at Earthlink, but i was in a cold sweat panic, calling the DOT and the Atlanta Police. No doubt i was fragile after the loss of Janice, but I remembered thinking "we need to do whatever we need to do" to at least get to pretend like we are married and can really take care of one another. That was 4 years ago.

If any of you want to join HRC, or renew your membership, you can do so HERE.


Lights Out

This Saturday, from 8-9 pm, be sure to turn all yours lights off and use no power. Check it out HERE.


Latest Craft Project

Last weekend i made a new medicine cabinet and lighting for the downstairs bath. We found an old empire (sort of) mirror at a giant antique market in Springfield the weekend before, and i built a new box behind that will hold much more than the old ugly 80s oak medicine cabinet now removed. There are no other cabinets in this bathroom but there is a small closet, so a bigger cabinet was the goal, along with a bit more style, as this sink is always visible from the front of the house since we opened the kitchen up to the living room. The lighting Steven found at the Lowe's sale table for like $4, and the black pipe holding it all up are some old curtain rods and parts we rebent, recut, and refashioned to hang the lamps over the sliding mirror. The raw wood you see on the back wall of the cabinet will be covered with some mirror pieces cut to go into the cubbies on the back wall (and thus cover up the lag screws) and i'll be done. The only part i am not happy with is the canopy covers over the wall jboxes (previous lighting was wall sconce-mounted bits too far back for a mirror thrust forward). And it's still not enough room for Mom & BC's little train cases of stuff, but we'll soon remedy that with another cabinet, coming someday soon!

It's Snowing Again

It's March 24. And it is snowing.


First Grade

Party Like It's 1991

Scenes from 153 Nassau Street. Bloody Marys. Cigarettes everywhere. And look at all the hair i had. Even at 26 you can tell it didn't have long for this world.

153 Nassau

Wow, Barb and i lived here a mere 17 years ago. Every bit of news i see about Friday nite's tornados in downtown Atlanta shows this picture. We lived right there on the second floor. Sheesh Barb, remember scraping all that paint of the metal cabinets and painting the Pepe Le Pew floors? All that's been gone forever (it was turned into a venue for the '96 Olympics), but i never imagined the building would just disappear someday. What was the groovy rastaman's name on the third floor? Remember intimate desires? And the artist and sorority girl girlfriend that preceded it?

A Letter from an Oklahoma Teen to Representative Kern

Sally Kern i'm sure had no idea what blowback she was unleashing upon herself. She deserves all of it. Her words can (and will) inspire others to pick up sticks and stones and hurt others, indeed. This landed in my inbox over the weekend, being passed around from Oklahoma teen Tucker:

Rep Kern:
On April 19, 1995, in Oklahoma City a terrorist detonated a bomb that
killed my mother and 167 others. 19 children died that day. Had I not
had the chicken pox that day, the body count would've likely have
included one more. Over 800 other Oklahomans were injured that day and
many of those still suffer through their permanent wounds.

That terrorist was neither a homosexual or was he involved in Islam. He
was an extremist Christian forcing his views through a body count. He
held his beliefs and made those who didn't live up to them pay with
their lives.

As you were not a resident of Oklahoma on that day, it could be
explained why you so carelessly chose words saying that the homosexual
agenda is worst than terrorism. I can most certainly tell you through my
own experience that is not true. I am sure there are many people in your
voting district that laid a loved one to death after the terrorist
attack on Oklahoma City. I kind of doubt you'll find one of them that
will agree with you.

I was five years old when my mother died. I remember what a beautiful,
wise, and remarkable woman she was. I miss her. Your harsh words and
misguided beliefs brought me to tears, because you told me that my
mother's killer was a better person than a group of people that are
seeking safety and tolerance for themselves.

As someone left motherless and victimized by terrorists, I say to you
very clearly you are absolutely wrong.

You represent a district in Oklahoma City and you very coldly express a
lack of love, sympathy or understanding for what they've been through.
Can I ask if you might have chosen wiser words were you a real Oklahoman
that was here to share the suffering with Oklahoma City? Might your
heart be a bit less cold had you been around to see the small bodies of
children being pulled out of rubble and carried away by weeping firemen?

I've spent 12 years in Oklahoma public schools and never once have I had
anyone try to force a gay agenda on me. I have seen, however, many gay
students beat up and there's never a day in school that has went by when
I haven't heard the word **** slung at someone. I've been called gay
slurs many times and they hurt and I am not even gay so I can just
imagine how a real gay person feels. You were a school teacher and you
have seen those things too. How could you care so little about the
suffering of some of your students?

Let me tell you the result of your words in my school. Every openly gay
and suspected gay in the school were having to walk together Monday for
protection. They looked scared. They've already experienced enough hate
and now your words gave other students even more motivation to sneer at
them and call them names. Afterall, you are a teacher and a lawmaker,
many young people have taken your words to heart. That happens when you
assume a role of responsibility in your community. I seriously think
before this week ends that some kids here will be going home bruised and
bloody because of what you said.

I wish you could've met my mom. Maybe she could've guided you in how a
real Christian should be acting and speaking.

I have not had a mother for nearly 13 years now and wonder if there were
fewer people like you around, people with more love and tolerance in
their hearts instead of strife, if my mom would be here to watch me
graduate from high school this spring. Now she won't be there. So I'll
be packing my things and leaving Oklahoma to go to college elsewhere and
one day be a writer and I have no intentions to ever return here. I have
no doubt that people like you will incite crazy people to build more
bombs and kill more people again. I don't want to be here for that. I
just can't go through that again.

You may just see me as a kid, but let me try to teach you something. The
old saying is sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will
never hurt you. Well, your words hurt me. Your words disrespected the
memory of my mom.

Your words can cause others to pick up sticks and stones and hurt others.




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