Gay Sex, Anyone?

Last night I finally saw Milk, and although I could not find any sign of my friends or myself in the crowd scenes, it was a really good movie. I feel grateful to Gus Van Sant for making an educational mainstream film with political content. Way to rep us proud, homo.

Participating as an extra was anti-climaxtic and made me dubious about the final product. I just wasn't that jazzed standing in the cold watching Sean Penn call the gay to action with his silly little haircut. But the weasel was mistaken dear friends, because Sean is freaking amazing as Harvey Milk. Seriously. Does anyone remember when he dated Madonna and beat up reporters? I totally thought he was a major meat head. Then came his intense performance in Dead Man Walking, but I was willing to chalk that up to luck until he directed Into the Wild. When I heard his little buddy, Emil Hersh, had been cast in Milk I knew they had a special connection, and thought that perhaps Sean and I could too. It's official as of last night, Sean Penn is my boy. And he and Emil Hersh are in man love (I am in bisexual love with James Franco, but that's another story).

Milk made me grateful to all the rad activists who went before me, and showed so much bravery and grace in the face of violent ignorance. It also made me proud of my human rights work continuing the legacy. I'm still happy that Obama won: let's end the f*ing war in Iraq, save the economy and the environment by creating green jobs, and then we can get back to advancing the homosexual agenda. I would prefer to achieve this aim through feminist means rather than marriage (they don't jive for me so much), but Prop 8 totally means fight back. I look forward to seeing you all in the streets, or the bedroom.

Force of Nature

To celebrate the first snow storm of the season I crashed my mom's car into a railing yesterday taking the dog to the park for a walk. We are both fine, and I got out some frustration by doing a lot of shoveling last night. My mom has a really long driveway so she bought a snow blower. Today I broke the door frame of the garage trying to put the blower back in. Has anyone tried to use one of those before? They weight like 60lbs, it's a good workout, but I feel like a crazy force of destruction. Good-bye xmas $$.

Hurrah

I did it. I made it through finals without going totally bonkers and my reading last night went really well. I wouldn't have made it through without the comedic relief provided by Andy Samberg. So to celebrate, I offer you this:

Chingedy Ching (Hee Haw, Hee Haw)

I just took a break from finals to make risotto primavera and though it was my first time, it came out amazing. If you try to make risotto, I recommend dancing around the kitchen to the Dominick The Italian Christmas Donkey song while doing it. I think the joy of the simple folk music infused the food with extra deliciousness.



Also, doesn't the mustachio guy look like a cute Italian tranny from Brook-a-lyn?

Dreidel I Will Play

We always do it the kosher cowboy way in Brookline!



For those of you who don't know, though I love to talk about it incessantly, every year the Kort family throws the most bitchin Chanukkah party. This YouTube link was part of the 2008 invite, so I know it's going to be a gay olde Jewish time!

A Long Winters Nap

Today is the first snow of the year--hurray! It's just a light powdering which my mom informed me wasn't nothing but it feels all nice and cozy inside. I have instituted a no TV policy until finals are over so both my mom and cousin are upstairs. Everyone has been sick and drinking off a large vat of wellness tea I made. I have been sleeping 12 hours a night which seems to be keeping me well. I can't wait until this week is over and I'm finally free. Look for me on Friday doing cartwheels in the Commons after my reading.

11 in 5

For my short fiction final, I have 11 papers due on Monday. I've written most of them but need to revise all and I think I'm getting carpal tunnel. Perhaps I should ask for a massage for x-mas.