While CNN has been covering whatever it is it covers these days, Lt. Dan Choi handcuffed himself to the gates of the White House to protest DADT. As someone who went to Act-Up protests at the White House in the early 90s (the cops used to wear latex gloves for us) and has been saying that queer activists need to get angrier, I was surprised by how desperately sad this made me.
A discussion on Women's Lit. Despite the fact that the book I'm writing really is chick lit, the moniker of "women's literature" makes me somewhat aghast.
I'm dressed up today since I'm going to the opera tonight. Big cheers for the delivery dude who was all "love the suit" in a completely purely appreciating the suit way earlier today.
Last night I heard helicopters overhead while watching my TV obsession of the moment. It was sort of funny,but we don't live near a helipad and you get to know the sound of a copter circling looking for a suspect. Something really intense must have happened last night as more than a block and a half was taped off as a police crime scene by our subway station this morning. So, some sort of chase to cover that much ground. And I'd assume a cop getting shot, but I can't find it in the news, so I've no idea. Lovely. ETA: Oh, so this is what happened.
reannon posted this awesome link about Masks, alternative identities, heteronyms and writing. I want to have the time (and I don't) to talk about the ways in which this ties into fandom (emotional responses to shows), cosplaying (me walking around the house going "where the fuck is Jack's navy blue shirt?" -- seriously is that more or less disturbing that saying "where's my navy blue shirt?" the answer, is, I think, less obvious than it appears at first glance -- and yes, that's what I sound like when packing for a con) and all sorts of good stuff. So, read that.
popfiend linked to Scott Adams on Leadership Energy and I think, yeah that is _so_ true. I totally see this in action both in my ability to get groups of people to do stuff and how my energy and authority peters out simultaneously when my introversion makes me too tired to keep going in that vein. It's the ongoing fight of my existence. I fundamentally hate the things my introversion bars me from succeeding at, despite the fact that my introversion is very much responsible for a lot of the great things in my life and jeez, not everyone has to be the asshole in charge.