Random Thoughts of the Week

I worked over the weekend, but nothing too major. Less is more in my line of work. One question. Since when did baseball bats become such a weapon of choice? And who knew people just had them lying around everywhere? I am astonished at the amount of calls I get every day with people stating, "Yeah, these three kids just ran by my house with bats in their hands." Huh? Being gay, I can assure you I do not have any bats lying around my apartment.

Marcel Marceau died over the weekend. As one gets older, it is sad to watch people pass on that you have vivid and important memories of. Anne Bancroft died in 2005 and I still have not quite accepted it. I was not an enormous Marcel Marceau fan, but NPR had a tribute page to him on their website. I was curious to hear Marceau's voice because I had not heard it before. I half expected his voice to be very high (almost like Mickey Mouse), but it was not. If any of you are curious, click on the link below and then click on the interview with Scott Simon from 2000.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=14641781

Simon's interviews have a somewhat haunting quality to them anyway, but this one was truly remarkable. I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed it. There is something to be said for listening to other people's experiences and the obstacles they overcome in their lives.

There is a part of me that feels so blessed to have led the life that I have up to this point. Just having your health, a wonderful family, supportive friends, and people who love you is so much more than most people have. Add to that a nice apartment, clean water, indoor plumbing, ample food, and a light workload relatively speaking. Working with the public to the extent that I do, you see and hear so many horror stories each and every day. It makes you take stock of your life and realize that you have it pretty darn good compared with other people. I have no idea what it must be like to live in a poor country in another part of the world where you live in a small dwelling with a lot of people and each day is a struggle just to survive. That type of existence is so far from my level of comprehension. When one see video footage or still photos of these countries in crisis, it truly is horrific.

I am taking Spanish as one of my online courses this semester. I have spoken Spanish for several years now, but never formally studied it. The course is something I likely should have done a long time ago. I am now able to (gasp) spell words and I am beginning to conjugate verbs properly. The best part of the course is it is filling in a lot of large gaps. I could always get my point across in conversation with people, but now I will be able to express myself with a much more complete vocabulary. ¡Que bueno!

Indian summer has arrived in San Francisco. The days are gorgeous, warm with blue skies and scattered clouds. The nights are getting chilly early this year, but that is fine with me. This is likely our most beautiful time of year and autumn has always been my favorite season.

The song Whine Up by Kat DeLuna featuring Elephant Man has been playing non-stop in the clubs and on the dance radio station around here. It is quite possibly the catchiest song this year. Not to take anything away from Umbrella, but we needed a new song. Summer is over peeps. It strikes me as funny, but the clubs and dance radio are also playing Britney Spears' new single. So much for her career being dead! The homos always need someone to makeover, it appears they have their latest candidate.

I am tired and babbling. Cuidate.