Not that I swear myself. That would be Wrong. With a capital "wuh."
Not that Hanne has any such qualms, as demonstrated in this interview with Baltimore City Paper. Which also features a very cute illustration by Autumn Whitehurst, for those of you who see no value in an interview without pictures and conversations. And swearing. And shit.
Also, the previous link includes a larger version of the illustration from the City Paper article.
And now that the pictures are out of the way, maybe you'll be in the mood for an extended conversation/IRC chat with Guardian columnist Decca Aitkenhead on abortion. Which has no other relation to anything in this entry whatsoever, but I'm not updating very often, so deal with it.
Decca: My views are that most people think abortion is ok these days... but it's a shame that even supporters of abortion always argue that every woman suffers guilt and trauma and emotional stuuufff and that's something to be ashamed of. [. . .] lots of women, myself included, have abortions and don't feel any trauma at all... and people who call themselves pro-choice should be quite open about that fact.
Never been able to follow a live chat myself, and could barely read the transcript. Something for young people, that.
Like books with pictures and conversations. And shit.
Then again, several of Kathy Acker's books featured pictures and conversations, and were most definitely not for young people. . . although I think I would have liked to have read them when I was younger.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself.
See? Walt Whitman never swore.
Or was that Walt Disney?
Fuck.
And again, I am unable to quote from something by/about a person I know. Odd, that. Also, I'm brain-dead.
This do in remembrance of him. Just in time for Black History Month, Cincinnati pays homage (and penance) to Gregory Beauchamp -- gay, black, proud and bashed to death on New Year's Eve on his way to party like it's 1999.Perhaps fed up and pressed to show itself humane, city council expanded the existing hate crime law in secret honor of Beauchamp. [. . .] All the feel-good-movie-of-the-year rhetoric adds up to little more than a super-sized side of nothin' if crucial elements don't fall into place. Plus, look for the homo-hatin' homogeneous Citizens for Community Values (CCV) to level a lawsuit over the expanded hate crime language.
Your Negro Tour Guide appears in Cincinnati City Beat, not Baltimore City Paper, as I'd originally written.
I would know this, if I'd ever actually added that link to the list over yonder.
Well, at least the one for Laura/Interesting Monstah is right again. . .
I find myself saying "fuck" frequently these days, too...I find it's the perfect way to express my total lack of ability to comprehend the ridiculousness of it all.
or as they say in annoyingan, möchtest du mit mir geschlecht haben? [at least they did when i studied annoyingan in der hochschule. but thanks to the republican tax revolt of the 80s all of our textbooks were 25 years old. i'm sending my teenagers to annoyingan hochschule!]
Hanne's got a pottymouth.
And Ushi likes his subtitle very much. He sends dog kisses and offers you a chance to chew his favorite squeaky toy if you like.
And speaking of Ushi the Friggin' Huge Puppy, he now has his own webpage (of course).
http://www.hanne.net/ushi.html if you wannna cut 'n' paste...
holy shit hanne...he is soooooo cute!
I apparently am way out of the loop due to my continued problems with fucking mindspring and their inability to fix my e-mail account.
When did Ushi enter your life?
Last weekend, Dru. He's only been Big Dog in the Big City for five days so far. You're not out of the loop, I've been too busy to write much about it for my own journal site yet! I'm hoping I"ll have time to do so tomorrow.
He's adorable Hanne. Oh puppies....How is he getting along with his kitty sisters?
So far, so good. Mostly they ignore one another, in the time-honored cat/dog detente. Occasionally Ushi can't stand it any more and chases one of them, but he is playful rather than aggressive when he does it (not that the cat really cares). In return, Fez sometimes bats at his tail when he's not looking.
As for swearing, being in Budapest for a semester, where everyone pretty much knew me personally or didn't know enough English to be offended by swearing, got me into the habit of saying "fuck" a lot, but then I came home and children could understand my swearing tyrades, so I resorted to swearing in Hungarian, but I only know two phrases, "Mi a pesz van" means "What the fuck?" and "Hol a kurva kavem" means "Where's my fucking coffee." That one's less useful.
Ben, I'm thinking I could live anywhere on the planet as long as I knew how to say "Where's my fucking coffee?" in the local language. . .
Hanne, I trust you're sternly admonishing Fez for this unwarranted behavior.
Dru, um, your email trouble is why you've not heard from me lately. Because it's not like I'm so sucky I haven't replied to you last message from. . . hell, was it back in 2002?
Scratch that, I suck.
Ben, I'm thinking I could live anywhere on the planet as long as I knew how to say "Where's my fucking coffee?" in the local language. . .
Belatedly, I must say:
Amen.
That is all.
Nice try, Aaron...but it's a different e-mail account.