February 16, 2006

A Can of Soda for Your Thoughts?

Subject: A Can of Soda for Your Thoughts?

Date: Thursday 2/16/06 10:53:00 AM

Tags: blog: tag me, blog: edit me

So in Hebrew class today we were talking about the

Bedouins and the teacher asks “so what do you all know

about them?” and one student goes “FOR A CAN OF SODA

THEY LET YOU RIDE A CAMEL IT’S SO COOL!!!” and I

really am just sort of curious as to HOW that came up

between my classmate and the camel’s owner…like,

walking through the desert…oh hey it’s the

Bedouins…I’ll give you a can of soda if you let me

ride your camel…

Our teacher also doesn’t know what a Hookah is which

everyone in the class found odd given UB’s favorite

extra curricular activity.

Anyways, I now need to head back home so I can keep

cleaning the apartment, shower, take a nap, outline my

notes for my stats exam tomorrow (hurrah for open

notebook tests!!), do transcription for IPA class and

get my Arabic homework in order for tonight.

I’ll read/comment/etc later on today.

much love

~ me

A Can of Soda for Your Thoughts?

Subject: A Can of Soda for Your Thoughts?

Date: Thursday 2/16/06 10:53:00 AM

Tags: blog: tag me, blog: edit me

So in Hebrew class today we were talking about the

Bedouins and the teacher asks “so what do you all know

about them?” and one student goes “FOR A CAN OF SODA

THEY LET YOU RIDE A CAMEL IT’S SO COOL!!!” and I

really am just sort of curious as to HOW that came up

between my classmate and the camel’s owner…like,

walking through the desert…oh hey it’s the

Bedouins…I’ll give you a can of soda if you let me

ride your camel…

Our teacher also doesn’t know what a Hookah is which

everyone in the class found odd given UB’s favorite

extra curricular activity.

Anyways, I now need to head back home so I can keep

cleaning the apartment, shower, take a nap, outline my

notes for my stats exam tomorrow (hurrah for open

notebook tests!!), do transcription for IPA class and

get my Arabic homework in order for tonight.

I’ll read/comment/etc later on today.

much love

~ me

NYC on a Shoe String

Subject: NYC on a Shoe String

Date: Thursday 2/16/06 2:51:00 AM

Tags: blog: edit me,blog: tag me,travels: road trips

NYC on a Shoe String

Ever since I started reading stevivor‘s LiveJournal I’ve wanted to meet him. The problem with that was that he was in Australia and really…I can’t actually justify just going there at this point in my life…it’s not where my academic pursuits lead me and vacations are really limited to a select few locations where I can also do some kind of academic work while enjoying myself so now that he was coming into NYC for a vacation, I was ecstatic.

As I approached 14th street coming down Seventh Avenue (the West Village, where I came out and which will forever remain my old stomping grounds) after taking the AirTran from JFK International Airport to Jamaica and Jamaica to Penn I was relieved that I not only made it to NYC given all the delays coming out of Buffalo International Airport; but that I was early.

I walked into a Starbucks that I knew from a different time in my life; where I had meetings with what are now some of the most vilified people in the U.S. Media (some deserve to be vilified, and those who are, are being vilified for all the wrong reasons. Reasons that will no doubt one day be corrected in a history book that will never be read but that needs to be written); these same people that would be the root cause of the FBI having a file on me and the same people who gave me the training I needed to take on the Klan two years ago, a fucked up time indeed.

I passed by an office building where I knew in the back of a nondescript office, in a discreet room there were people who, at all hours, are working to change the world…and it’s the first time I’m on this street and not stopping in to say hi; and I have some mixed feelings about that…but I’m here on vacation so I brush them aside. Clearly, this is a street that holds many memories for me so it was fitting that it should once again be the start of some new ones.

At the counter I order a tea (not that I’m switching to tea…Starbucks just doesn’t know how to clean their pots properly and they burn their beans. I like my coffee black and the way they make their coffee isn’t conducive to drinking it in such a fashion) and I go to the bathroom and then take a seat and start to freak out “what if he couldn’t make it…” as I stare out the window. Shortly thereafter I saw a giant red backpack with a Canadian flag on it. There, in the flesh, was Steve.

Over the next 48ish hours we would head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Bryant Park, Abercrombie & Fitch (where we were told be a very angry twink that the store was closed and we weren’t allowed in…not only am I not classy enough for Denny’s, I’m not classy enough for Abercrombie), Strand Books, Toasties and more. We went to Club XL where he had the pleasure of seeing me drunk (whatever he says, you can’t prove a damn thing) and he met a friend of mine (Christine) who’s known me for 8 years – as I came out to her as a Gay Man she came out to me as someone who’s in the BDSM community; each of us having an equal respect for the lifestyle of the other. I also got confirmation that two of my friends have H.I.V. (please just wear a God damn condom, I’ve lost too many friends to loose any more)

After Club XL we went to see Naked Boys Singing (which is exactly what the title makes it out to be and while funny, isn’t something I’d pay to see again); one of the actors during the audience participation part asked Steve and I if we were out celebrating anything…I had half a mind to say that he was a Cannuck and that it was his first time in NYC…but realizing that fell under the cruel and unusual punishment section of the Geneva Convention I just told him that we were “having a night out on the town.” After the show, w went back to my Cousins house (just a brief ride on the F Train). My family thinks Steve is awesome…I think my cousin Rachel wants to marry him.

The next day was spent with more exploring (for a full list of activities you can check out Steve’s post) and really all I can say about the weekend is that I’m blown away.

I – like I believe all who get to know Steve and cross his path – not only admire him, but I fell in love with this beautiful human being. This person who has integrity, intelligence, a sense of humor; but moreover is exactly who he portrays himself to be: nothing more, nothing less, no pretense…he just is. It was incredibly refreshing. There are very, very few people whom I admire; of the people I admire, most are dead and the rest are Women or Transgender but I honestly have to say I admire Steve. What an amazing human being and really, I can’t wait to see what’s going to come out of him…what great works he’s going to write or create and who he’s going to wind up loving and marrying, because whether he wants to or not, he’s going to be a mover and shaker of the world and I am incredibly glad I got to meet him, it’s exciting to meet someone and know that they’re going to be something great.

I look forward to eventually making my way to Oz (in a few years)…Steve promised me he’d wrestle a Crocodile and ride a Kangaroo and I plan on holding him to it.

Oh, on a side note…you should see the way his eyes light up when you mention his boyfriend Wes…it’s beyond adorable.

And now as I promised myself, since it’s 3am I need to fall back to my books and prepare for Hebrew class this morning…I have six hours to know all the material…I don’t foresee a problem =)

NYC on a Shoe String

Subject: NYC on a Shoe String

Date: Thursday 2/16/06 2:51:00 AM

Tags: blog: edit me,blog: tag me,travels: road trips

NYC on a Shoe String

Ever since I started reading stevivor‘s LiveJournal I’ve wanted to meet him. The problem with that was that he was in Australia and really…I can’t actually justify just going there at this point in my life…it’s not where my academic pursuits lead me and vacations are really limited to a select few locations where I can also do some kind of academic work while enjoying myself so now that he was coming into NYC for a vacation, I was ecstatic.

As I approached 14th street coming down Seventh Avenue (the West Village, where I came out and which will forever remain my old stomping grounds) after taking the AirTran from JFK International Airport to Jamaica and Jamaica to Penn I was relieved that I not only made it to NYC given all the delays coming out of Buffalo International Airport; but that I was early.

I walked into a Starbucks that I knew from a different time in my life; where I had meetings with what are now some of the most vilified people in the U.S. Media (some deserve to be vilified, and those who are, are being vilified for all the wrong reasons. Reasons that will no doubt one day be corrected in a history book that will never be read but that needs to be written); these same people that would be the root cause of the FBI having a file on me and the same people who gave me the training I needed to take on the Klan two years ago, a fucked up time indeed.

I passed by an office building where I knew in the back of a nondescript office, in a discreet room there were people who, at all hours, are working to change the world…and it’s the first time I’m on this street and not stopping in to say hi; and I have some mixed feelings about that…but I’m here on vacation so I brush them aside. Clearly, this is a street that holds many memories for me so it was fitting that it should once again be the start of some new ones.

At the counter I order a tea (not that I’m switching to tea…Starbucks just doesn’t know how to clean their pots properly and they burn their beans. I like my coffee black and the way they make their coffee isn’t conducive to drinking it in such a fashion) and I go to the bathroom and then take a seat and start to freak out “what if he couldn’t make it…” as I stare out the window. Shortly thereafter I saw a giant red backpack with a Canadian flag on it. There, in the flesh, was Steve.

Over the next 48ish hours we would head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Bryant Park, Abercrombie & Fitch (where we were told be a very angry twink that the store was closed and we weren’t allowed in…not only am I not classy enough for Denny’s, I’m not classy enough for Abercrombie), Strand Books, Toasties and more. We went to Club XL where he had the pleasure of seeing me drunk (whatever he says, you can’t prove a damn thing) and he met a friend of mine (Christine) who’s known me for 8 years – as I came out to her as a Gay Man she came out to me as someone who’s in the BDSM community; each of us having an equal respect for the lifestyle of the other. I also got confirmation that two of my friends have H.I.V. (please just wear a God damn condom, I’ve lost too many friends to loose any more)

After Club XL we went to see Naked Boys Singing (which is exactly what the title makes it out to be and while funny, isn’t something I’d pay to see again); one of the actors during the audience participation part asked Steve and I if we were out celebrating anything…I had half a mind to say that he was a Cannuck and that it was his first time in NYC…but realizing that fell under the cruel and unusual punishment section of the Geneva Convention I just told him that we were “having a night out on the town.” After the show, w went back to my Cousins house (just a brief ride on the F Train). My family thinks Steve is awesome…I think my cousin Rachel wants to marry him.

The next day was spent with more exploring (for a full list of activities you can check out Steve’s post) and really all I can say about the weekend is that I’m blown away.

I – like I believe all who get to know Steve and cross his path – not only admire him, but I fell in love with this beautiful human being. This person who has integrity, intelligence, a sense of humor; but moreover is exactly who he portrays himself to be: nothing more, nothing less, no pretense…he just is. It was incredibly refreshing. There are very, very few people whom I admire; of the people I admire, most are dead and the rest are Women or Transgender but I honestly have to say I admire Steve. What an amazing human being and really, I can’t wait to see what’s going to come out of him…what great works he’s going to write or create and who he’s going to wind up loving and marrying, because whether he wants to or not, he’s going to be a mover and shaker of the world and I am incredibly glad I got to meet him, it’s exciting to meet someone and know that they’re going to be something great.

I look forward to eventually making my way to Oz (in a few years)…Steve promised me he’d wrestle a Crocodile and ride a Kangaroo and I plan on holding him to it.

Oh, on a side note…you should see the way his eyes light up when you mention his boyfriend Wes…it’s beyond adorable.

And now as I promised myself, since it’s 3am I need to fall back to my books and prepare for Hebrew class this morning…I have six hours to know all the material…I don’t foresee a problem =)

Two days ago it was almost like coming out of the closet again…

Subject: Two days ago it was almost like coming out of the closet again…

Date: Thursday 2/16/06 12:06:00 AM

Tags: blog: edit me,blog: tag me

Two days ago it was almost like coming out of the closet again; not that I was nervous but because I was making a big decision that I knew would impact the rest of my life and that I was coming public with what I was thinking for a long time.

After meeting with my Academic Advisor I sent an email to some close friends and my parents and grandparents and let them know that not only was I graduating in short order (she forced me to fill out my degree conferral form), but that I was moving to the Middle East for graduate school after I graduated. And once it was out in the air, it was much easier to start to plan for…a weight was off my chest.

I graduate on June 1, 2007

Next semester I will be taking part in no extra curricular activities, my schedule will be insane but it is doable; this summer I’m taking a ton of courses including a full year of American Sign Language and Comm Theory stuff.

On June 28, 2007 I fly out to the Middle East to begin a new stage of my life.

There’s a Black, Bisexual, Muslim guy that I talk with up here in Buffalo (I give you his demographics so you can see where he’s coming from when he talks with me and for no other reason). He told me the other day that the United States isn’t big enough to hold me and I think he’s right…and I know everything takes time but the balls rolling now and that’s the first step as I start to write my own Shoemakers Tale.

I was speaking with my Mom on the phone and she said “don’t you think you should talk with us about this?” and I was like “not really” not in the “I don’t value your opinion way,” because I do value my parents opinions but in the “my mind is made up way” – this is something I need to do and it’s going to happen…so I was happy to hear my mom go “well I’ll have a place to stay when I visit now” because it’s going to happen and I’d rather it happen with my parents not kicking and screaming the entire way =)

And in keeping with how I applied and got into UB; the first time I set foot on the campus will be after I’ve received my acceptance letter and I’m there to start my first day of classes or go for orientation. I never saw UB before I told them I was coming and I don’t see any reason to change that now.

Every decision we make in life determines our future outcome.

So of course I get the usual questions of “how will you afford this?”, “how will you make it?”, “you can’t do that” and the answer is very simple (for me).

Where there is a will, there is a way. I was told by my teachers in elementary school and middle school that I’d never make it to college let alone graduate. I am graduating. I was told that I’d never be able to come off my medication; I am completely off it – everything – since this summer and no one can tell that there was any change unless I tell them (never discount the power of meditation). I was told by some that I’d never be thin…I’ve lost a shit load of weight and I’m almost there and I was told that my standards were to high but I’ve met men who meet and exceed them. So I’ll do what I need to do to make this work.

I’m applying to Tel Aviv University, American University at Beirut and American University at Cairo for the Masters Program…I eventually want to get my doctorate and I know that eventually I will; but after speaking with Jackie V and thinking about it, I want to do everything in steps – every piece of the puzzle is coming together (albeit slowly) and it’s terrifying and exciting at the same time and I love it.

Sometimes you have to learn how to run before you can crawl.

Of course the question comes up “what if I don’t get admitted into any of my choices” – I’m still going, anyone who’s known me for a long time knows I only write in ink and there’s a saying in the Jewish Community “if you can’t go over, you must go under” and there’s more than one way to achieve what I want and I’m going to get it. If I don’t get admitted I’m still going and I’ll get a job and I’ll keep picking up the language and I’ll find a way to get in while I work.

The one relieving thing is that literally everything I own is in my apartment in Buffalo which makes it easier to have yard sales to get rid of the excess crap…I refuse to pack and move my shit again; there’s very few things I have sentimental attachment to in my apartment.

Anyways, time to finish two more chapters of Hebrew, then flash card…and before i even do that (even though it’s due in 9 hours) I need to clean up my apartment before I go nuts.

Peace.

Two days ago it was almost like coming out of the closet again…

Subject: Two days ago it was almost like coming out of the closet again…

Date: Thursday 2/16/06 12:06:00 AM

Tags: blog: edit me,blog: tag me

Two days ago it was almost like coming out of the closet again; not that I was nervous but because I was making a big decision that I knew would impact the rest of my life and that I was coming public with what I was thinking for a long time.

After meeting with my Academic Advisor I sent an email to some close friends and my parents and grandparents and let them know that not only was I graduating in short order (she forced me to fill out my degree conferral form), but that I was moving to the Middle East for graduate school after I graduated. And once it was out in the air, it was much easier to start to plan for…a weight was off my chest.

I graduate on June 1, 2007

Next semester I will be taking part in no extra curricular activities, my schedule will be insane but it is doable; this summer I’m taking a ton of courses including a full year of American Sign Language and Comm Theory stuff.

On June 28, 2007 I fly out to the Middle East to begin a new stage of my life.

There’s a Black, Bisexual, Muslim guy that I talk with up here in Buffalo (I give you his demographics so you can see where he’s coming from when he talks with me and for no other reason). He told me the other day that the United States isn’t big enough to hold me and I think he’s right…and I know everything takes time but the balls rolling now and that’s the first step as I start to write my own Shoemakers Tale.

I was speaking with my Mom on the phone and she said “don’t you think you should talk with us about this?” and I was like “not really” not in the “I don’t value your opinion way,” because I do value my parents opinions but in the “my mind is made up way” – this is something I need to do and it’s going to happen…so I was happy to hear my mom go “well I’ll have a place to stay when I visit now” because it’s going to happen and I’d rather it happen with my parents not kicking and screaming the entire way =)

And in keeping with how I applied and got into UB; the first time I set foot on the campus will be after I’ve received my acceptance letter and I’m there to start my first day of classes or go for orientation. I never saw UB before I told them I was coming and I don’t see any reason to change that now.

Every decision we make in life determines our future outcome.

So of course I get the usual questions of “how will you afford this?”, “how will you make it?”, “you can’t do that” and the answer is very simple (for me).

Where there is a will, there is a way. I was told by my teachers in elementary school and middle school that I’d never make it to college let alone graduate. I am graduating. I was told that I’d never be able to come off my medication; I am completely off it – everything – since this summer and no one can tell that there was any change unless I tell them (never discount the power of meditation). I was told by some that I’d never be thin…I’ve lost a shit load of weight and I’m almost there and I was told that my standards were to high but I’ve met men who meet and exceed them. So I’ll do what I need to do to make this work.

I’m applying to Tel Aviv University, American University at Beirut and American University at Cairo for the Masters Program…I eventually want to get my doctorate and I know that eventually I will; but after speaking with Jackie V and thinking about it, I want to do everything in steps – every piece of the puzzle is coming together (albeit slowly) and it’s terrifying and exciting at the same time and I love it.

Sometimes you have to learn how to run before you can crawl.

Of course the question comes up “what if I don’t get admitted into any of my choices” – I’m still going, anyone who’s known me for a long time knows I only write in ink and there’s a saying in the Jewish Community “if you can’t go over, you must go under” and there’s more than one way to achieve what I want and I’m going to get it. If I don’t get admitted I’m still going and I’ll get a job and I’ll keep picking up the language and I’ll find a way to get in while I work.

The one relieving thing is that literally everything I own is in my apartment in Buffalo which makes it easier to have yard sales to get rid of the excess crap…I refuse to pack and move my shit again; there’s very few things I have sentimental attachment to in my apartment.

Anyways, time to finish two more chapters of Hebrew, then flash card…and before i even do that (even though it’s due in 9 hours) I need to clean up my apartment before I go nuts.

Peace.