CT has legal gay marriage now. This is very exciting news, because it means Jen and I can get married without having to fly to Cali or, forcing people to visit the unappealing state of Massachusetts. Connecticut is conveniently located and chock full of gay rights. SWEET.

We seriously will get married. When, I can't say. We're focusing on getting pregnant now, and we'll need to spend our time and money on that for a while. But now that marriage is an actual option, I'm getting fairly obsessed with the idea.

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Yesterday, Jen and I watched a show about that family who has 17/18 children and holds church in their house. It was a special episode where the oldest boy asked a girl who he met at a homeschool conference to marry him. He had to do that, because there apparently is no dating without engagement, but now that they're engaged, they're allowed to participate in courtship, which means holding hands and going on chaperoned dates. He had wanted to ask this chick for a while, but he couldn't because she had made a promise to the lord that she wouldn't get involved in romantic liasons until age 20, and her father wanted her to keep that promise. So on her 20th birthday the boy surprised her in a restaurant called GatorLand and presented her with a .5 carat ring before whisking her (and chaperoning little sisters) back to Arkansas to meet his dozens of brothers and sisters and check out the house they'll live and procreate in. Although they are engaged, and clearly interested in fucking each other, they are not allowed to kiss.

there really are 2 americas.

I'm glad I live i the one that makes out.

Jen's watching the debate. I've got an ear on it, but I'm kind of terrified someone will crash and burn. Whether that's good or terrible for my candidate, I don't enjoy watching people squirm and fuck up.

Oh. They just asked about same sex benefits. Damn, hadn't realized my civil rights were still an issue of concern. I thought no one gave a shit about me. Ahh...and they don't after all. Everyone agrees that gay marriage is weird and creepy and not allowed. Awesome.

Jen's mom got us a seltzer maker for a joint birthday present and I set it up and made tried it out today. I feel like I made fire or something.

Here's a video of some dude making seltzer, just like *I* did.



Jen and I drink plain seltzer like its going out of style, but the idea of adding flavor sounds like fun too. You can like, throw a berry in there, or a slice of lemon, whatever. But I want to think of a new flavor. Maybe like...lavender?

PBS is doing a poll which asks if Palin is qualified to be VP. The right wing has organized a yes campaign--and the "yes" is at the moment winning. Take literally 2 minutes, go to:
http://www.pbs.org/now/polls/poll-435.html and vote!
Send this on.

Separate - what the fuck is with the radio edit of MIA's Paper Planes? they replace the gunshot sounds with this muffled gun-esque noise, and a guy saying "boom!" Makes no fucking sense, and ruins the cleverest part of the song. This is why I don't listen to commercial radio, every time you turn it on, they're ruining music and fucking with people's ideas.

I've been watching some Kate and Allie lately, cause I'm home in the mornings, and its on back to back at 10 and 10:30 when nothing else is on, and I'm enjoying my one segment of downtime in the day, eating breakfast or checking emails or bullshit like that. So Jen's been ridiculing me, because I'm always complaining about how I have no time, but I'm also constantly referencing Kate and Allie. In a fight the other day she totally skewered me with "Were you too busy watching  Kate and Allie?"

Tonight on the subway I said that from various unreliable sources, I had gotten the idea that maybe people were concerned that Kate and Allie read a little sapphic. And they do seem to go out of the way to show their separate bedrooms and stuff. Jen was like, "Alright, 2 things. First, where the fuck in Manhattan did they find a HOUSE to live in? A basement and 4 bedrooms? What kind of divorcee apartment is that? And second...we should make a show called Kate and Allie after dark....bow-chicka-bow-bow" She actually said bow-chicka-bow-bow.

And I was like "Yeah! Heh heh heh." and then I actually thought about jane curtain and susan st. james having sex and I was like, NO NO NO NO NO.

 Thanks to the people who commiserated with me and my brother yesterday. As it turns out, he works for one of the groups that might get bought by Barclay's. So he hasn't set up his apple cart yet. I'll keep you posted.

My dog ran out of insulin syringes, and I didn't get new ones from the vet in time so I had to go to the pharmacy to get some. I could have brought the insulin bottle with the prescription on it and legitimized myself, but I thought instead I'd just prefer to get the eyebrow raise and pamphlet about how to avoid HIV transmission when using intravenous drugs when I asked for a pack of needles. 

Jen's birthday tomorrow! I plan to love her extra. 

My brother works for Lehman Brothers. Worked for Lehman Brothers.

They've been on pins and needles all weekend. Last night his boss called and confirmed the Chapter 11 rumors. "We may not have a lot of time in the building tomorrow morning. You might want to go get your stuff now."  So at 11pm last night my brother trotted across town to go pick up up his ties.

I called him to say I was sorry he was losing his job. He was being hardcore and manly. "Can't do anything about it right?" He and I both know that there are a lot of people a lot worse off out of this. His boss has a newborn and mortgage payments.

Still. I feel terrible for him. He's my little brother. If there's one thing my brother loves, its the idea of money. And analyzing the data that goes along with that. And hanging out with people who are into that finance nerd shit. Networking and wearing suits and getting bonuses. That's basically what he's wanted to do since he was a kid. Lehman was right up his alley too. Old. Venerable. Encouraging of a bold yet classic sartorial style for their employees. He was doing pretty well. He didn't like his job in operations, but he was looking towards an internal transfer to analysis and the answer he got was "Sure, we'd totally hire you, except, uh, we're probably gonna crumble. So lets hold off."

I'm sure he'll find something else. He's a smart guy, he hustles, he has savings (WAY more than me), works his connections. He's young and debt free. He'll be fine, eventually.

But the whole thing is still pretty pathetic. For him. For Lehman. Merril Lynch. The country...

I've been getting extremely busy again, two classes, Kaplan and my freelance gig doing the atlantic school gala. All of these activities are really fun and rewarding (financially, emotionally, educationally), I just wish that instead of having to run all around every fucking borough, and stitch together a patchwork schedule, they'd all be collocated in space and time. (Librarians love to use the word collocated).

Last weekend, I still managed to find time to party up. Frank was visiting and a bunch of people met up at Grassroots to socialize in his honor. I drank many beers, Jen forced TK to consider a run for city council. I ended up hung the fuck over in a 6 hour class on saturday morning, but it was worth it for the bullshit conclusions Andrew and I drew about the significance of Madonna and Hillary Clinton in our lives.
 
The election is really stressing me out. But I found this amusing.