Tuesday, September 18, 2007

More Tuesday A/V: Amateur Video Captures Road-Robbery in São Paulo

See the video here (not available for imbed)

The TV program "Bom Dia São Paulo" broadcast video this morning of the kind of armed robbery that is out of control on the streets of this city. It was a dramatic example of the fear that is gripping motorists here, as this form of attack is becoming more widespread, and begging for an effective police response.

The video shows assailants on a motorcycle using a gun to threaten a driver who was stopped in heavy traffic on Rua Augusta in Jardins, just below Avenida Paulista near the Conjunto Nacional. In fact, I walked right past this very spot yesterday around 4:00pm on my way to the gym (inside Conjunto Nacional, which is visible for a moment in the upper right hand corner of the frame). This kind of attack is becoming much more common as an alternative to the assaults on drivers stopped at traffic lights in intersections. In stopped traffic, motorcyclists, who usually work in pairs, can easily get away after the attack, while the victim has nowhere to go and must comply or face getting shot. In this video, though, the driver took the highly risky step of fleeing from his car, calling the assailants' bluff. And abandoning his car in a traffic jam meant the assailants couldn't steal it. But given the high number of murders in such cases, it's a welcome miracle this video didn't end in bloodshed. Indeed, a woman who works for the state department of justice was just murdered in such an attack last night.

This is why many residents here (Vini and I included) are investing in bulletproof cars. We've been shopping for one we can afford, and in the process have learned a lot about the industry and market for armored passenger vehicles here. Just last night, I went to meet Vini at his office in the Berrini commercial district of Morumbi, which is a highly concentrated area of multinational district headquarters, along with major upscale shopping malls, wealthy high-rise condominiums, with a substantial favela running through the middle like a souring river. As we drove out in rush hour traffic, denizens of the favela came out to beg for money, or to try to sell stolen goods, and it was frightening to be approached on all sides by these people, given the history of this kind of crime, without the benefit of a panel of assault-proof glass and metal.

It's sort of like those periods in the U.S. when cities go into a period of decline, murder rates spike up, and otherwise staunch liberals begin pondering the benefits of gun ownership. The "murder capital" days of Washington, D.C., in the late 80s and early 90s was such a time, and I was broken into by a drug-crazed, armed assailant in my first apartment on 14th Street in 1989 (and I was chased out into the street in the middle of the night at the point of a knife with nothing but a bed sheet around me), and robbed of $7 at gunpoint in my first Dupont Circle apartment in 1991.

So yes, I am no stranger to this kind of danger. But I never thought I would be buying a bullet-proof, armored Chevrolet Electra in this lifetime.

Tuesday A/V: Brett Somers R.I.P.

Sad news from Westport, Connecticut. Brett Somers died Saturday at her home, after a long battle with stomach and colon cancer. She was 83. Until just a couple of years ago she was performing a one-woman cabaret act, even after she'd been diagnosed with cancer. Tough old broad.

Anyone who was a kid in the 1970s will remember her from "Match Game", of course. But for me, she and Charles Nelson Reilly (who also just died in May) were the original fag and fag-hag duo. Subsequent books and articles about what really went on at the MG made it clear that these two (like most of the panelists and the host as well) were also usually a little drunk, or maybe a bit coked up, as they bickered and cackled and pinched and joked with each other like two bad kids at the back of the class.

Yeah, Brett -- that's a glass of "water" that Charles has under the desk... And didn't Gene Rayburn look like he'd just snorted a line backstage when he runs out, and then delivers this sort of sinister, paranoid warning to the audience about whistling? Pure gold. MG was also the first show on American television that managed to be dirty without being bleeped, and to give Z-list celebrities like Patti Deutsch, Charo and Carol Wayne a chance to work for their gin. Ahh the 70s, when times were good.

Brett Somers famously described MG's successful model on a 2002 appearance on CBS-TV's "The Early Show", where she, CNR and Betty White reminisced about the booze, the bimbos, the buffets and the fun:

You get six people who don't know what they're doing, who are not smart. Put them on a panel. And find two contestants off the street, and ask them dopey questions.

I really can say I loved Brett Somers, mostly because only now I can see what a role model she and CNR were for me as a gay kid who didn't have any friends. She helped to teach me the answer -- find a good gal pal who's a match for your wits, be yourself, get loaded and loud once in a while and just always have a good time.

In her memory, I offer this question, courtesy of Joe.My.God.:

"Brett got so drunk at the party, that she tried wear her _____ as a hat."

Friday, September 14, 2007

The Attempted Crucifixion of Kathy Griffin: Not Gonna Work

The Catholic League doesn't know when to let anything go by (except its criminal, child-molesting priests, of course).

Yes - I'm that pissed now.

The organization's apparent president-for-life (does the guy serve under a contract or was white smoke sent up when God annointed him?) William Donohue has been on a tirading rant over PR Newswire, doing all he can to crucify Kathy Griffin for her Emmy acceptance speech.

He claims to be speaking out on "anti-Christian bigotry". But the venom in his demeanor betrays his bigger agenda. Kathy is a confessed fallen Catholic. She is not afraid of the church anymore, and speaks her mind about everything that is wrong with Catholicism. And she uses the kind of sledgehammer that only an Irish Catholic girl from Chicago would be expected to use if the subject were the Bears, or the Daleys. Or in this case, the church itself. And she must be stopped.

The thing is -- she didn't do her Catholic bit at the Emmys. But Donohue is merely jumping on this as part of his obsessive determination to make an example of someone who unashamedly hits back at her own church because it has done grave, evil harm to children around the world, and continues to drive otherwise committed Christians out of their creed because they simply don't agree with church doctrine, particularly when nothing in the Gospels comes close to it (like the anti-gay stuff).

I was ticked off earlier this week to read that E! would delete her acceptance speech. Apparently, that was some puffery from the Catholic League - as it turns out, they'll merely "censor" it. Who knows what that will entail. But that was Tuesday.

Today, Donohue turned his fire on Kathy Griffin's fans with a new press statement, which of course was titled: "Kathy Griffin's Fans Are a Sick Lot". (No puns about being turned to salt, sadly.)


Perhaps the most defining response came from Ellen Johnson, president of American Atheists. In a news release, Johnson called for a boycott of the Emmy awards. Distraught that the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences, a private organization, is choosing not to offend 85% of Americans by broadcasting an anti-Christian rant, Johnson wailed, ‘this is something I’d expect in a nation like Saudi Arabia or Taliban-controlled Afghanistan.’ Someone needs to give her a copy of the First Amendment—it protects our right to protest objectionable speech.

Yeah, and it also says no state establishment of religion, Bill. We all have to live with the whole First Amendment, dearie, not just the parts we like. (Not so with the Bible, of course, but he'll be damned before he or any so-called committed Catholic admits that one either.)

And so, Donohue again tips his hat to the real goal here. This is an enforcement action against a fallen Catholic, nothing more. He wants to set an example by nailing her to a cross to intimidate the others from straying. (Again, sound familiar?) There was nothing in Griffin's comments about Catholicism. He's just trying to get her because of other things she said about the Catholic Church's covering up of decades of child sexual abuse, not to mention her joyous reveling with a growing audience about how she has turned her back on his church. And he wants her silenced. (Sound a bit like the Scientologists?)

It really galls me that an organization that supposedly stands for pride in its particular denomination of Christian faith spends nearly all its time condemning people - and not spreading Christ's message. Nothing but anger spews from this gang - ever. And the hypocrisy. There's a boat load of stuff in all four Gospels that speak to such people as William Donohue. I need not quote it all here.

For her part, Griffin will be a guest on CNN's "Larry King Live" on Monday night, and there's no question she will respond in kind to all this. I'll be watching. In the meantime, I came across this quote from an interview she gave to Logo-TV's afterelton.com :

[W]hen I shoot my mouth off, that's what happens. Some people like me for it; some people don't like me for it. Some people get it; some people think I'm mean. I don't think I'm mean. I think I just make fun of people's behavior. ... Everyone has the right to think I'm funny or not to think I'm funny, or think I'm mean or think whatever they think. And the funny thing is, you'd be surprised about how many people that don't like me, I still like them.

And just for the sake of anyone who wants to see what Donohue is really avenging - not the Emmy speech - here it is in all its NSFW glory. Kathy Griffin, an Irish Catholic girl, talking about Catholic hypocrisy from the church (using "we", not "they", mind you) and even her beloved mother, with howls of laughter rather than tears of sorrow or calls for jihad - the way it OUGHT to be (courtesy of my beloved bff's at The Malcontent):


Cidade Limpa: the Jury Is Still Out

Today's Christian Science Monitor has a piece about the Cidade Limpa ("Clean City") campaign spearheaded by São Paulo Mayor Gilberto Kassab to ban all billboards and all display signs larger than 10 square meters from any spot in the city. The article barely touches on the profound impact the law is having on the city, and as someone who spent 10 years visiting before I became a resident, I would say that despite the cheery reporting in this article, the jury is out on whether Cidade Limpa is a success or not.

One thing I will agree on -- the lightning speed of compliance with the law - passed in January of this year - has been startling. The article is right - even the Golden Arches have been dismantled over every McDonald's location. Nothing ever happens that fast in this country, and Brazilians are not exactly known for their devotion to following laws. It's a shame, though, that this is because the Cidade Limpa rules are being enforced so tenaciously by the city -- the threat of fines lingers over anyone who doesn't comply, and your lack of compliance is...well....quite visible. I say it's a shame because there are many more important laws in this city that are not being enforced with the same zeal. (Like one against murder, for starters. Oh, and then there's the one about not taking bribes. You know.)

São Paulo has been known for its plethora of billboard technology and ingenuity. A brilliant acquaintance of mine made a fortune at a young age by building the company Eletromidia, the leading outdoor digital display company in Brazil. He was able to because consumer advertising all over South America's busiest city in general has been expanding tremendously since the stabilization of the Brazilian economy over the last seven years. Since more than half the population spends about a quarter to a third of its day in São Paulo on the overcrowded roads, freeways and sidewalks, it would seem logical to capitalize the space as much as possible.

Kassab, however, hated what he felt was excess. He also, along with most of the city's residents, grew tired of São Paulo's reputation for being one of the ugliest cities in the world. Few who live here dispute the charge. So as one way to clean up the city, as it were, he chose to tackle visual pollution.

I couldn't agree more about the visual pollution. It's part of why I adore Rua Oscar Freire here in Jardins, whose luxury shop merchants banded together and financed the burying of telephone and electrical cables under a new and expanded pedestrian sidewalk, narrowing the one-way car traffic access. The visual impact was amazing, and it's a pleasure to stroll down that street now. This followed similar efforts on a handful of other streets -- from the tiny but luxurious restaurant row of Rua Amauri in Itaim to the larger Rua Avanhandava in one part of the Centro. These few spots contrast with 99% of the other streets in the city, and points up part of what Kassab is talking about.

But in the few months since January when most of the billboards started to rapidly disappear, I also found myself wondering if this was such a good idea. As the Monitor piece reports, pulling them down has been the equivalent of lifting up floor boards to discover the termites:


...many of the large signs that were erected served to hide damp patches, and pipes, ducts, broken windows, and grubby air conditioning units.

And that doesn't begin to tell the story. While the Monitor focuses on a small section of the city's old Centro neighborhood where art deco, neoclassical and art nouveau buildings lay crumbling and often empty, the vast majority of the buildings in this city are "period pieces" from the neo-Soviet 1960s and beyond. They are rectangular, sallow concrete slabs plunked on broken roads, yarned with tangles of wiring along utility poles that obliterate second storey views.

And most of us neither live in the old Centro, nor do we ever set foot there. The area has been known for years as "Cracolândia" (yes - 'Crackland'), and is never on anyone's tourism checklist. It's a shame, because back when I lived here in 1984, the old Centro was still hanging on to its faded glamour. I remembered walking every day from my high school, Colêgio Mackenzie in Higienopolis, to Praça da Republica in the heart of the Centro to have lunch and hang out with friends. We'd go into book stores to read magazines on fashion and music, and we'd buy cassette tapes by Culture Club and The Cure, or just people watch. The city's now ridiculously undersized Metrô was, at that time, heavily centered on moving people from the Centro to the environs of Avenida Paulista, as well as in and out from the then-outer rings of the city (which are now more like their own mini-downtowns within the Red Giant that the city has since become).

It was a more logically built city back then. It gave São Paulo a sense that neighborhoods still mattered. But that's a notion that has long since been shattered by whatever socio-cultural-economic upheaval that unfolded between the two periods of my living here. The city has become a huge whirl of in-migration, diaspora, horrendously poor planning and eventual blight.

Indeed, most of us only drive through Centro, or preferably over it on the elevated crosstown freeways. Following those routes from point to point, the billboards were the only things brightening the appalling decay of so much repulsive architecture that gives you a sense of what Pyongyang is going to look like when the Kim regime finally falls.

If Kassab has some genius vision behind all this -- like it will spur on capital investors to swarm in and renovate the squalor -- then he's strangely keeping mum. What's more, the Monitor accurately reports that while Phase 1 of the Cidade Limpa program comes to an end in a few months, with the close out of the grace periods to remove the signs, there seems to be little if any signals that the government will keep its word and provide financial support for the Phase 2 makeovers the city is supposed to get.

The vehemence of the enforcement has also been cutting to the bone for some of us. This week, an oversight panel ruled that the Itaú electronic sign and clock atop the Conjunto Nacional on Avenida Paulista between Rua Augusta and Av. Padre João Manuel must come down. It does not, according to the Commission to Protect Urban Landscapes (CPPU), qualify as an item of historic or cultural significance. I strongly beg to differ. That sign has served for decades as a guidepost for many of us who come in and out of this area, and it brings life to the skyline view of Avenida Paulista from the buildings south of Jardim Europa, like the rooftop Skye Bar at Hotel Unique. It also, to be honest, serves many of us as would a wristwatch, if it weren't so dangerous to wear one out on the street. To say that particular skyline is not significantly impacted by the disappearence of that digital sign is to completely misunderstand the whole concept of an urban landscape. Kassab should have tried to intervene, if only to better articulate the point of this whole campaign.

So, we'll see if Cidade Limpa is so wonderful in the next year. We'll see if anyone besides the folks the Monitor interviewed (who seemed to have a financial or academic stake in a few key buildings) are cheering. But at this moment, what the campaign seems to have most successfully done is to unearth the ancient fossils of a long-gone São Paulo that seems impossible to recreate now.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Schmemmys Will Air -- Without Kathy's Acceptance Speech

One step forward, two steps back for Kathy Griffin fans.

It turns out that the E! network will air the Creative Arts Emmy awards ceremony from last weekend -- aka, the Schmemmys -- at which Kathy Griffin's "My Life on the D-List" captured the top prize of Best Reality Series.

But due to protests from the always understanding, modern-thinking sophisticates at the Catholic League, her acceptance speech will be deleted from the telecast.

According to reports - this is what she said:

"Can you believe this shit? I guess hell froze over. A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus. Well, Jesus can suck it - this award is my god now!"

This isn't E!'s first time having a queen-out over Kathy's bit. She was famously fired as their only entertaining red carpet commentator EVER after she made a very funny joke about then 8-year old Dakota Fanning having just gotten out of rehab, causing Hollywood muckety mucks like Steven Spielberg to scream and throw things and demand her scalp. So the E! network decided, instead, to hire Miss Ryan Seacrest to take her place. Much safer talent, in their estimation, because he knows how to bend over for a network and be someone other than himself. (Maybe they should tape Seacrest accepting the award on her behalf while extolling the virtues of his own heterosexuality?)

And all this from a ceremony where the Best Song category winner was SNL's "Dick in a Box." Apparently that will also be "worked out."

Oy. Lighten up, E!. Ever heard of a bleep? Is this Saudia Arabia or something? And if you think there was ANYTHING about that awards ceremony that will be worth seeing broadcast besides those two things, you've got to be nuts.

(Yeah, I'm a little bitter here. I'm no fan of anti-Christian behavior. But come on, this was so mild, so characteristic of Kathy, and they don't have to delete the whole acceptance speech.)

Tuesday A/V: Shut Yer F*#@in' Face, Mr. Tudball

This production clip from CBS's "The Carol Burnett Show" -- perhaps the last great prime time variety show of U.S. television -- has mysteriously shown up on the internet all of a sudden, and let me warn you -- it's definitely NSFW. And that's what makes it so intriguing.

I was a fanatic of the show - I admit it. Any American fag my age who wasn't a fanatic of this show while growing up....well....has to have something wrong with him. And anyone who watched the show or has seen blooper reels knows that the cast members regularly took turns trying to crack each other up during live taping of the skits. But this particular piece of video archeology has various elements that make it pure gold:

  • It's a raw clip, meaning it was not edited and reflects an uninterrupted segment of taping, documenting a gradual slide by the cast into a depth of blue comedy that approaches Red Foxx;
  • It's without a studio audience -- they were taping a flashback sequence to show the day that the transcendentally stupid Mrs. Wiggins (Burnett) was hired by the crypto-Scandanavian Mr. Tudball (Tim Conway) -- in order to drop it into another skit they would tape in front of the audience for live responses; so, naturally the cast's guard was down (and yes, the laughter you hear is from the enormous crew and production staff in the studio, not an audience);
  • It has Vicki Lawrence playing Mrs. Tudball, and Lawrence is known to any blooper reel aficionado as having quite a salty mouth. Naturally, she has the honor of dropping the f-bomb at the end;
  • We learn the boss and secretary's first names (Bernie and Wanda, respectively);
  • It does not appear to have come from any DVD known to me or anyone I've quizzed, and has just suddenly appeared on various video websites, much like the series of hilarious outtakes from the film "I Heart Huckabees" featuring the Wagnerian on-set battles between Lily Tomlin and the film's immature director. So one wonders - who put it out there, and how much more gold is there in some CBS video vault?

In any case, their inability to get through this sequence without losing their shit and give the director a single useable take gives you a sense of the chemistry, the camaraderie and the sheer fun that existed on the set of that show. They never worked with anything but white-bread material on the Burnett show -- it was the 1970's, of course -- but somehow they were able to kick out some of the most classic bits of TV comedy ever, simply from the sheer force of their collective wit and chemistry. I guess we can see that some of the grist for all that must have been days like this one.

(p.s. - lots of other bloggers are, no doubt, commemorating the events of six years ago on this day. For once, I'm not in the mood. Sure, I remember that day, and my personal recollections of it are well preserved in other parts of the internet. I don't see a reason to touch on it today. It's time to move on.)

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Emmy!

Even though I guess we'll never see the video of it actually happening (just like we never got to see the video of her spectacular walk-out after losing the award last year), she finally did it.

Kathy Griffin has won an Emmy. (Correction: She won a "Schmemmy", or a Creative Arts Emmy for Best Reality Series, in a ceremony that will not be broadcast.)

Confession here -- I'm a huge fan. I know a lot of people don't like her, but I totally subscribe to her whole bit. She has nailed the whole ridiculous nonsense about the reality of the celebrity business, and she says all the things we are really thinking. My guess is that Hollywood has been so recoiled in horror about her because she puts out there what it's really like. Hollywood has always been more allergic to truth than Washington...or even Havana or old Moscow for that matter. One has to wonder, though, whether big time success will lead her to sell out.

From People.com:


"I have an A-list pass for the day," Griffin joked backstage at the Creative Arts Primetime Emmys on Saturday night in Los Angeles. "Tomorrow I'll be back on the D-list when someone says, 'Congratulations, Miss Gifford,' which they will at the mall. Believe me."


An interesting aspect of this year's season of her reality show was that they've documented how she truly is connecting with a broader mass audience, and might be on track to becoming a star in Britain. Often, the editors of the show will play up a sense of tension as she is heading out for a key performance, as if she's going to blow it or something. Then -- *surprise!* -- after the commercial, we come back and she knocks 'em dead and scores another career advance. Show after show.

Congrats to the red-headed D-lister who continues to lose ground in arguing she is really a D-lister anymore. It's kind of the ultimate in unsustainable branding strategies. Let's just hope she doesn't transform herself into everything she's spent her career lambasting.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Another N.Y. Club Bites It

Perhaps it's a good thing.

Last weekend was indeed the last weekend of NoHo basement club mr. Black, because as the weekly "Boys Gone Wild" party, hosted by "Gay Pimp" Jonny McGovern was reaching into the wee hours of Saturday morning, New York police raided the club, arresting the entire staff on duty for "criminal nuisance". The spot near the corner of Broadway and Greenwich is now shuttered.

No word if the server who parades around (NSFW) wearing an apron and no pants (pictured above behind a modesty panel, with Amanda Lepore) was on duty that night. Undoubtedly several go-go boys went off to the pokey.

The charges leveled against the staff were the result of the fact that the club, as is the case when nature takes its course in the nightclub scene of any city on Earth, had become home to burgeoning drug use and sales. It's just that these days, especially with the more arrogant and reckless youth of today, there is no discretion and little care for the fact that if it's put out there in the open like a couple of ass cheeks, the cops are gonna notice eventually.

Already, I expect, there will be some lame comparisons to the legendary young death of the original Studio 54, but this would be silly. The fact is that mr. Black was fun at the beginning, but it was too small a space and would have died of overcrowding anyway. The last time I enjoyed myself there was exactly a year ago, and I found it way too crowded to enjoy completely. The go-go boys were supposed to be a sort of window dressing, but given the fact that it was far too packed to move, much less dance, the club had become a stand-and-watch strip joint by default. (*Yawn*... Seen it.)

It was fun at the beginning because it had its charms. It was a bit like the old Area 10009 parties at Opaline in the East Village, but it seems like that was decades ago in New York club years. It was not easy to pin down who or what was in the crowd -- from edgy Brooklyn gay toughies to bi-curious college types to the usual trannie suspects. The music was funky and sexy, and the underground quality of the space reminded me of a cleaned up version of the long-gone afterhours places I haunted in the early 90s, like Milk and Spunk. And others that I probably shouldn't name.

But mr. Black was quickly headed for lameville, and shutting it down in a big politically charged flame-out like a police raid will at least add a little zest and momentum to the scene. So indeed maybe it was a good thing. God knows that the drug activity going on there was the kind of thing you will find in any club that ever is, was, or will be open in Manhattan. So it wasn't the drugs that killed mr. Black. I think it was more the combination of a generally sparse and uninspiring nightlife scene in Manhattan, matched with a sort of arrogant inelegance of the kids these days, that did the old man in. He was headed for the boneyard anyway.

Oh well. Here's hoping the New York scene will find a spring after its long winter. If there were 10 clubs in the city like mr. Black, not only would this incident be a mere blip, but I bet the cops would be suitably distracted and unable to bring the hammer down on any of them.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Tuesday A/V (on Thursday): How Old Are You Now?

Sorry I'm late with this one (as if our miniscule readership even noticed). It is indeed Thursday, and our weekly video entry usually falls on that awful second day of the work week just as it sinks in that the weekend is over. But I was slammed with work myself, which involved a project that had activity across every time zone over two days. So I not only got bleary-eyed, I also got late on posting all but yesterday's glorious breaking news.

With that, I give you a little ditty that opened the January 16, 1993 broadcast of "Saturday Night Live." I remember it being the kind of thing you would expect from the show -- funny, irreverent, satirical, a bit outrageous for its time. Indeed, it caused a major stir as Hillary Clinton reportedly wrote an angry letter to NBC complaining about its portrayal of then-awkwardly adolescent Chelsea Clinton. (I think we all know what Hillary was really mad about - and that makes the sketch all the funnier.)

Looking back, though, it's interesting to think of how this sketch looks now. Madonna (who was the musical guest that evening) looks just as sinewy and commanding today as she did then, but this clip makes us remember the wicked sense of humor she used to have, and her willingness to do anything on stage. She has long since gotten more cautious, more deliberate, less spontaneous.

And then there are the Clintons. My favorite part of this sketch (besides Julia Sweeney's glorious moments in it) is when Jan Hooks, as Hillary, gets up, puts on her black, department store coat, and angrily demands the car keys from Bill. Just the idea that they shopped at JC Penneys, and drove themselves around was actually something you could imagine at the time, given that the country still viewed them as this hick family heading up from Arkansas to run the country. Later in the Clinton presidency, SNL parodied an episode of the reality show "Cops", featuring a police call to the white-trash trailer home of a Mr. and Mrs. Clinton in rural Arkansas, where the husband had locked himself in the bathroom because his angry, drunken wife had been beating him for cheating on her. It's ironic that their Arkansas roots have long since been erased in the public's mind (along with Hillary's awful hair and clothes of the time), but Bill's philandering would come to define the reckless failure of his presidency.

Which brings us to how the show itself has changed, much like the political climate. This clip was a loud declaration that SNL was going to go after the Clintons just like they'd done with every presidential family, and they had their pulse on the country's mood as the first Clinton inaugural approached. A president elected with 43% of the popular vote was an uncertain quantity for the public, and laughing at him and his family would put us at ease. Today, the show seems unable to find its voice amidst the feelings in the country. Making fun of the overwhelmingly unpopular President Bush has been done to death, and SNL (like the presidential candidates) seems fresh out of ideas.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Ecstatic Joy!

Sometimes it's just so hard to completely expunge your Catholicism.

So, there has been no shortage of bitching and whining and complaining on this blog from me about the struggle it can be to live in Brazil. How nothing ever works, and things take forever, and no one cares, bla bla bla.

Well, today the two major bains of my existence managed to get solved on the same day:

I got my permanent visa; and....

....The owner of the apartment finally fixed the floor damage in our guest room!

I'm so ecstatic that these two long sagas are finally over, but of course I have no illusions about everything suddenly being all smiles and sunshine. As I said to Sean a short while ago:


Kevin says:
ahhhhhh so finally the twin bains of my existence are behind me!

Kevin says:
bring on the next ones!

Sean says:
yeh... probably won't take long for the universe to think up some new ones

Kevin says:
yeah i bet now will come the word that the moving company thought i'd defaulted on my contract and auctioned off all my belongings

Kevin says:
that's the new whale in my nightmares

Sean says:
ahhhh!!!

Sean says:
y'know, i thought that couch i bought on ebay looked an awful lot like yours

Kevin says:
hehe

Monday, September 3, 2007

The Damage at Ground Zero

I'm still kind of reeling from the emotions of the last post. I've read and re-read it a couple times over the weekend, and I can still feel it all bubbling in me. Suddenly, I'm in touch with the consequences of self-destructive behavior all over the place, now that I've found a way to get in touch with my feelings about how it has affected me for many years. So many people I've loved or depended on have chosen various forms of self-harm and self-destructiveness as an alternative to the love and comfort I had to offer, or the wisdom that life offers every day. I'm not talking about mentally ill people per se. I'm talking about people who, despite the challenges they faced and the struggles they had inside them, still had the power within them to make fundamental choices. And they chose to reject what was clearly best, and affirmatively decided to make things worse, sometimes horrendously worse.

And it is here that the Larry Craig scandal is seeping into tragedy. The Idaho senator will resign. His scalp is on various political walls -- both anti-gay conservative and anti-conservative gay -- and Washington is already moving beyond him to the next target. But I read an AP story this morning that chilled me, because now we can pick apart the rubble and find the most tragic victims of Craig's self-destructive choices: his family.

Basically, Craig gathered his apparently quite loving family around him, lied directly to their faces, and won their public support and loyalty.

It was eerie to read the son's public statement of support, giving the sense that Idaho culture is in a sort of time warp to 1974, where it was logical that "the Nixon girls" (aka President Nixon's wife and two daughters) would so fiercely defend their father's innocence in the blind and fanatical way that all "good girls" were expected to in those days. To this day, Julie and Tricia Nixon still believe, despite every shred of evidence proving the contrary, that their father was innocent of the heinous crimes against American democracy that he committed and so tenaciously lied about. I'd thought such bizarre thinking would die with their generation, but I guess I'm wrong.

So as Craig moves on, he appears ready to put up some kind of battle in court over his guilty plea. I'm not sure what he can really do about it. Given his age, I can't imagine he'll want to clear his name simply because he wants to remain employable. Rather, he is digging in his heels to protect his selfish, two-faced behavior because he doesn't have the balls to be honest with anyone, not even himself. It's agonizing to think what this will do to his family, and how many other innocent people suffer from the cowardice of the people they love.

No, I don't expect people to be perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. I've made a million of them. But when faced with a primal decision -- to either do what is best for yourself AND the people who love and depend on you the most, or making the decision that you feel is best only for you even if it's the worst for literally everyone closest to you -- this is where, I think, a person's whole character is at stake. Their finger is literally on the button.

It amazes me how many Americans, especially those blessed with material comforts and people who love them, choose to press that button.