The Adventures of Curious George

An interesting article about Gay Parents in the New York Times Some excerpts: "JACKSONVILLE, Fla. — ... These days, there are eight churches that openly welcome gay worshipers." While 8 isn't great, it's more than I would have expected. "“We’re starting to see that the gay community is very diverse,” said Bob Witeck, chief executive of Witeck-Combs Communications..." They seem to know as little about the rest of the world as I know about Jacksonville. "Black or Latino gay couples are twice as likely as whites to be raising children... They are also more likely than their white counterparts to be struggling economically." How do those figures compare to straight couples? It's possible these things have little or nothing to do with being gay... "“What did we do? We wandered around lost. We married men, and then couldn’t understand why every night we had a headache.”" When I taught English in Egypt, people would come in with some funny...

Vanilla Sky hit me hard at about T minus fifteen minutes. Then ten of the last fifteen minutes pulled that punch disappointingly short of powerful; ten minutes of self-analysis, thinly disguised as a dialog in an elevator? Come on, Vanilla Sky. At least the last few minutes served up warm fuzzies. [Here ends my concentrated and careful writing. I will start using the verb "to be" again. Profusely.] In other news, I haven't really been as intensely happy or as happily intense as I was leading up to, at, and shortly after Burning Man. What a playground. What a chaotic fixers' paradise. And what a place to playfully flirt with an intelligent, adventurous lady. Such interiority I haven't known since, or any other time recently; maybe half that I've found in Molly and Ransom together. Then I had to go and formalize what shouldn't be formalized, and hide from reality over and over again. Indeed, instead of embracing reality these last few months, I...