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Name: Jerry
Country: United States
State: South Dakota
Metro: Sioux Falls
Birthday: 7/1/1971
Gender: Male


Interests: Right now, its mainly digital photography, especially creating panoramas. History in general (Hellenistic Greece, Ancient Egypt, Europe since 1815), geology (volcanoes, earthquakes), Greek Mythology, Playing around with my Mac, Foreign movies. I collect older stuff about the Statue of Liberty (mainly models and books), and spending myself into spiraling debt at eBay.
Expertise: Spending too much money too quickly on unnecessary things (but it feels good doesn't it?). ;-)
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Hospitality


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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Currently Listening
Pop Art: The Hits
By Pet Shop Boys
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Brrrrrr!

I know that Grandpa and Grandma used to say that the winters here in South Dakota were intended to weed out the riffraff, but it has been cold even for a furry little guy like me. Temps during the day hover 'round 1F/-17.2C and plunge at sunset. Even my poor Volkswagen stutters and shudders before he'll start.

I've been staying inside as much as possible. One of the things I resumed is my old hobby of paper modeling. I have a few unbuilt kits floating around and with no warm-up in sight, I decided to tackle the most challenging kit I have, Antoni Gaudi's Sagrada Familia. While it is looking great, I've been less than holy or reverent when it comes to the really small, challenging parts that make me curse like a sailor. A couple of times I got ahead of the instructions and then had to backtrack in really irritating ways like overlooking small parts that are hard as hell to position and attach when the main structure is already set up and surrounded by towers that get in the way. Oops. It'll be a great-looking model when it is done in a couple of weeks.

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Nothing terribly exciting going on with me. My t-cells took a plunge of 200 over the past month but that is actually normal at this time of the year with me being less active and dealing with a cold off and on. I'm still hale and hearty. I still have 480+ t-cells to work with which is better than some of my poz friends as of late.

Getting back to the season, well, I'm pretty much ready for Spring. Granted it'll be muddy, gray and leaden skies, wildly oscillating temperatures off and on, but it'll be worth it not to have to cover every bit of exposed skin just to go outside.


Friday, November 30, 2007

Currently Reading
Ashen Sky: The Letters of Pliny The Younger on the Eruption of Vesuvius
By Pliny
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Like the Loch Ness Monster...

Much like the Loch Ness Monster, I've been around but rarely seen with any certainty.  I've been feeling a little burnt out on everything the last couple of months but am feeling a cautious sense of optimism lately.

I'm moving into a larger apartment at the end of December (originally it was supposed to be the end of November but the new landlords snafued the dates and rented out the only one-bedroom unit that was open at the beginning of December--so I have to wait an extra month to move in.  I'd already dropped off my letter of vacancy with my current landlord so I'll be living in the basement of my ex for the month of December.  Not that I mind since we are decent friends and he didn't pitch a fit about the cats.)

I'm looking at all the stuff I have, which by the standards of my friends isn't all that much, and thinking how weighed down with baggage I am.  I think when it has warmed up some a garage sale will be my answer.  I've already earmarked a bunch of Statue of Liberty collectibles of somewhat dubious value to be sold en mass at eBay.  Bigger things like the sculpture of the Venus of Arles will go out to the garage sale next spring--I'm not feeling ambitious enough to try to sell it on eBay and then deal with the special wrapping and packing it would take to safely ship it.

I'm still very single at the moment.  Communications with the gentleman from Rapid City tapered off dramatically and I've not been in touch with him for nearly two months.  Funny thing is I still have a copy of the movie we went to see (which was way to violent for my tastes) which I thought would end up being gifted to him since he liked the movie more than I did.

I'm healthy, perhaps a little too healthy these days.  A year ago my doctor was urging me to gain some weight just to be on the safe side in case I got sick.  Somewhere along the way I started gaining to his satisfaction... and never got around to stopping!   I went from 170lbs/77.1kgs to 235lbs/106kgs!  Even he has been lecturing me on taking more exercise and less snacking.  I guess a doctor is never happy eh? 

The irony is that I went out to a gay bar and it was Bear Nite.  Before long I had more guys to talk to than I could shake a stick at.  There is nothing quite like being purred (or was it growled?) at.  I usually go home alone but not that night.  I'll spare you the salacious details and let your imaginations do the work.

I'll try to post again on a more regular basis here.  I've been reading everyone's blogs and even commented now and then... it was just a sense of malaise that slowed my postings to a stop for a while.


Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Currently Watching
Halloween (Divimax 25th Anniversary Edition)
By Brian Andrews, Jamie Lee Curtis, Charles Cyphers, John Michael Graham, Peter Griffith
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This past weekend I met a man I'd long been very interested in seeing, watched Rob Zombie's remake of Halloween twice and went to the Labor Day flea market down in Okobojie, Iowa.  I had a rather busy holiday weekend.

First the man.  His name is Aaron and we've been chatting off and on for at least three years.  Our chatting started over me using some word or phrase that escapes me now.  He was impressed and we started chatting about likes, dislikes, men, culture, books, etc.   

Then the chats became less frequent and felt more labored.  I guessed that this was normal in the cyber world after all but had no idea that one roommate or another had chatted with him behind my back and told him I was only chatting with him so much to nice.  

I didn't find this out till just before this past weekend when he got in touch with me again.  I was furious and made it clear that I'd never felt that way and would wring the neck of the man that said that if I ever figured out who it was.

He came to town Friday night and it was fun and frightening at the same time.  It was fun being across the table from him, finally hearing his voice, seeing him in the flesh and talking to him.  At the same time it was scary as hell as I had no idea if he still had any sort of feelings for me and I really couldn't tell since I'm terrible at reading people.

We ended up leaving the bar, walking along the river, holding hands then finally sitting on a bench and looking up at the stars, all quiet in the middle of the city.  Finally a tentative kiss led to another and we returned to his hotel room.  I won't bore you dear readers with the sordid details but it was an interesting night and I didn't get much sleep.

The next day Dakota47 came down and I helped him with a new couch he purchased then we went to see Halloween with Aaron and his buddy JC.  Halloween, what more can I say for those who've seen it?  For those of you who haven't yet, it is a rather graphically violent movie both psychologically and physically.  I'm still mulling over some salient points of the movie.

Although we went to the movie together, Aaron and I didn't talk too much since his best friend JC was in company as was mine.  

Unfortunately, I was tired, very tired from a near lack of sleep from Friday night and couldn't work up the will power to make myself go to the bar and catch up with Aaron again.  I wanted to, I really did, but even now I feel a little bad that I gave in to my body's persistent drumbeat mantra of being exhausted.  Aaron was bummed out by the lack of my appearance, and by the time I tried to call the hotel Sunday morning he'd already checked out.  *sigh*  (I found out Aaron had went to the bar specifically to meet up with me again via e-mail).

Sunday Dakota47 and I went to Okobojie to see the Labor Day flea markets and look for treasures.  Dakota47 found a few and I found a chalkware Mount Rushmore.  I think I may well be the only known collector of Mount Rushmore junk who actually lives in the same state as the monument.  It is sitting on the table in front of me now in all its delightfully tacky souvenir greatness.  Dakota47 and I ended up living on carnival food and pop for the day too.  Mmmmm... funnel cakes with powdered sugar, yum yum!

Today I'm catching up at home and already feeling a bit wistful for the weekend which is barely behind me.  I'd love to relive it again and of course do a thing or two different.  Who knows, maybe at this moment I could've had a man I could call my own for the first time in seven years.


Thursday, August 30, 2007

Currently Watching
Titanic (A&E Documentary)
By David McCallum, Wyn Wade, Eva Hart, Ken Marschall, Dot Kendle
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Ugly Americans

Last night I watched a cringing and thought-provoking show called America at a Crossroads on the local Public Broadcasting Service channel.  The subtitle caught my attention and I couldn't resist watching it: The Anti-Americans?

Ouch.  I knew my country wasn't the most popular among nations around the world at the moment, but the depth of hatred some Europeans hold for America was breathtaking for me as I watched rather pointed and vitriolic barbs fly.  But, then again I've heard some venomous things come out of the mouths of friends right around my town and found myself in the unenviable position of trying to defend the reason why some Europeans felt the way they did.

If anything, the program was an extremely depressing education in just how strange the relations between the New and Old worlds are, with plenty of misunderstanding and blame to go around.

If it should happen to be rebroadcast, I'd urge folks to watch it.

Below is the press release for the show.

America at a Crossroads:

The Anti-Americans

The French (and Others) Fry Americans' Humor in a Documentary Full of Insight

Why does Europe hate us?

 

It’s a question that comes to mind for many Americans when they see French farmers attacking McDonald’s outlets or read opinion polls proclaiming that one out of two Europeans sees America as playing a mainly negative role in the world. “The Anti-Americans” not only explores this pointed query with disarming humor, but also provides powerful insight, told from the “other” point of view.  

 

“The Anti-Americans (a hate/love relationship)”, airing Monday, August 27, at 9:00 p.m. on KUED-Channel 7, is a whimsical yet serious look at the estrangement between Europeans and Americans, especially in the era of the Iraq war. The documentary travels to Ireland, France, Poland and Great Britain to examine the thesis that each country responds to American culture and society in a unique way, based on its own cultural needs, history and prejudices.

 

“The Anti-Americans” is one of the wide array of documentaries commissioned as part of the celebrated AMERICA AT A CROSSROADS series. This initiative, created by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting (CPB), was designed to create an in-depth, provocative series of films exploring the challenges confronting the world post-9/11.

 

“The Anti-Americans (a hate/love relationship)” is a telling travelogue. In each country the film visits, viewers get a taste of the resentment many Europeans feel for the American goliath. In Dublin, the Irish capital, America, much to the delight of a night-club audience, is the target of an inspired pair of Irish rappers called White Cholera. The scene sets the tone; America is to be sneered at, laughed at and feared.

 

Perhaps no European country inspires more anger among Americans than France, and the film demonstrates that the feeling is mutual. At the studios of Les Guignols de l’Info (News Puppets), viewers meet what has become for many French the embodiment of American might and attitudes — a series of Sylvester Stallone puppets (les Slys), which display all the arrogance, ignorance and bluster that the French assign to their Yankee allies. These puppets represent the reach of American power — economically, militarily, even religiously.

 

To the French, the American dominance even extends to their beloved tongue. There are 19 committees within the government’s Ministry of Culture charged with crafting French words for English terms. The film takes viewers to a remarkable meeting of one of these panels as they discuss the merits — or, as they see it, lunacy — of the term “airbag.”

 

What the French call joie de vivre Americans view as a lack of drive and ambition. This conflict becomes clear in the small southern French town of Montauban, where the barbs are sharp and the anxieties heartfelt, all brought on in large measure by the American behemoth that is our popular culture, often represented by McDonald’s golden arches.

 

Yet the idealized French image of their lives is dashed in the housing projects that surround the country’s major cities. Here immigrant youths struggle to break into what they view as a closed society. “The Anti-Americans” visits with a group of aspiring rappers, Grand Boulevard, who feel that America offers opportunity for all.

 

French commentator Clotaire Rapaille sums it up: “The key for the French is very simple: ‘I think, therefore I am.’ Not ‘I do, therefore I am.’ … So the French think, and they think they think for the rest of the world. And there is one thing that they are absolutely sure [of]: the Americans don’t think.”

 

Are Franco-American relations salvageable? One would think not after a visit to Lycee Henri IV, an exclusive Parisian school where future French leaders are educated. The children are asked to draw their image of America — and it’s not pretty. One young girl puts it succinctly: Americans “are massacring the planet.”

 

But Americans have friends in Poland, right? Maybe. Many Poles view the United States as their protector after the horrific Nazi occupation that was followed by a half-century of communism under the Soviet thumb. The film features a number of Poles who have a genuine affection for America, including Michael Lonstar, a leading Polish country-western singer. Lonstar has brought the image of the country musician to life, dressing like a contemporary cowboy and orchestrating a dance troupe named “Sexy Texas.” But while Americans may be amused, Lonstar speaks poignantly about how American music and imagery helped him and his countrymen through the bleak years of communism.

 

At Piknik Country, one of the oldest and largest country music festivals in Eastern Europe, viewers learn of one of the obstacles to real harmony between Poland and the United States: the American visa policy. A limited number of visas for Poles may be seen as wise management by the State Department, but it is an insult to the Poles, longstanding allies who were even part of the “coalition of the willing” in Iraq.

 

A pair of opinionated Warsaw taxi drivers provides real insight. On a tour of their city, they point out numerous projects made possible by foreign capital, mostly American. To them, it is merely the latest chapter in a centuries-old story of the foreign invasion of Poland.

 

The final stop on “The Anti-Americans”’ magical whimsical tour is Great Britain, the mother country and an empire that handed off power to the United States 60 years ago. Our respective governments have proclaimed the “special relationship” between America and Britain, and the Brits have embraced this idea throughout their society. Yet British citizens are constantly brought up short when Americans seem totally unfamiliar with the concept.

 

Britons — especially intellectuals and commentators — revel in pointing out the weirder extremes of American life. They also feel far superior to Americans — more gracious, more intelligent, less brash. A group of British teenagers is asked to spout what an American would say in London. “Omigod!” seems to be the extent of the American discourse.

 

The British fascination with American zaniness and lack of taste comes together in Jerry Springer: The Opera. A hit in London’s West End, the production encompasses all the ridiculousness and profanity of a typical Springer show, including a KKK chorus line and fat men dressed as babies. “The Anti-Americans” includes excerpts from the opera and illuminating interviews with the show’s creators.

 

As journalist and scholar Tony Judt said, “America is so present in everyone’s lives, so present in everyone’s minds, in their references. Everyone wants to be American without losing the right to say that America is misbehaving. So there’s this sort of permanent love/hate relationship.”

 

The film suggests that, while opinions wax and wane, underneath it all are some fundamentally unvarying attitudes toward the U.S., often based on Europe’s own psychological and political needs. Clearly, the transatlantic conversation will continue to be shocking and amusing for some time to come.

 


Sunday, August 19, 2007

Currently Watching
EXPO - Magic of the White City DVD
By Gene Wilder, Claire Litton
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Good news with Dopey!

While he has lost nearly 3 lbs/1.36 kgs from his vaccination reaction ordeal, he's beginning to eat and drink on his own again. He's not eating or drinking nearly as much as I'd like but he's developing his old spunk and the last time I sat down to syringe feed him he fought me hard. He's regaining his strength, walking around the apartment more than he had for the last week and a half and in general showing good signs.

The site of his vaccination shots looks awful though. The skin is severely reactive, losing fur in a ring-shaped area and literally crusting over and probably dying under the fur. The vet has seen him several times and fully expected this and told me not to panic. It will take quite some time, but Dopey's skin will heal up and may or may not have a ring-shaped scar under his fur.

Dopey has taken to sleeping with me lately, and with Bailey on one side, and Dopey laying on my groin while I lay on the recliner, I don't tend to sleep too much at night. But, for Dopey, it is worth it.

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