The Final Countdown

I leave for DC in twelve hours. Originally, the plan was for me to fly from North Carolina to DC and arrive around 2 p.m., but one of the professors of the copy editing camp has to drive there anyway and she offered me a ride. I'm always up for a road trip, and I had NO idea how I was going to get from the airport to my apartment anyway, so I agreed. The airline is crediting the cost of the ticket to me, so I won't have to pay for my entire return trip in September.

I can't believe that I'll be there tomorrow. The idea that I will be walking past the Supreme Court tomorrow night blows my mind. I'm just thrilled. I have to say, I think I got the most exciting location of all the Dow Jones interns. Other people may be going to cities they really like, and I'm jealous of my camp roommate, who's going back to her own home and her own bed, but I can't imagine anyone being more excited than I am about DC.

I'm a tad homesick and I miss my cats, but once I get there, I'll be ok. The whole camp thing, sleeping in dorms, going out to eat for every meal, not sleeping enough, is really messing with my system. Once I settle in somewhere and cook my own food for a few days I'll be quite happy.

It'll be a couple of weeks before I can really do any of the touristy things, but I'll try to keep people updated. I can't wait to see Congress. I may go to a museum and/or the zoo this weekend. Stay posted for photos of the pandas!

Pictures!

This is just a quick post to share some photos of the UNC campus. I'm in a hurry and they may be the wrong size, so I will adjust them later if necessary. I've given up trying to explain what they are because the text doesn't show up correctly. Mostly, I just think the architecture is awesome.

Week one down... almost

I can't believe how fast this training is going.

Six months ago, I couldn't quite believe this internship would ever start. Now I'm at the Friday of a two-week training and will be in DC in one week. At this time next week, I'll probably be having dinner with my friend Lila, who lives in DC. That, or riding the metro trying to find a place to buy a blanket and sheets for my bed.

I said this before, but I love the UNC campus so much. It's just gorgeous. I'd post some pictures, but I left my cell phone at the dorm to charge. I'll try and get some real ones this week on my "good" camera and post them.

Today I took a quick walk before going to dinner and passed the dorm building next to the one I'm staying in. A plaque on the wall said that it is the oldest state university building in the nation. The cornerstone was laid in 1793. It's a historical landmark. Two days ago, we got really bored and the RA in our building let us into this other building to watch TV in its lounge. So I can say that I watched TV in a building that is a historical landmark. Weird.

I was excited today to see another cardinal. They're such pretty little birds.

The highlight of my day was discovering a Jamba Juice inside one of the union buildings.

We work tomorrow and Sunday we go see the Durham Bulls(an AAA baseball team) play. I love minor league baseball. The Eugene Emeralds are only a single-A team and it's a lot of fun to go there. The fans are highly entertaining.

I e-mailed my DC roommates today. The girl I'll be sharing a room with (there are 4 of us in a two-bedroom apartment) is an intern at the DNC in Howard Dean's office. I'm very excited about this for two reasons: 1) If I had to share with a republican intern, it would be tough and 2)I love Howard Dean.

Time to go. Copy editing awaits.

Internship fun

I wanted to try to write something about my internship experience every day. Right now, I'm in Chapel Hill, North Carolina training for the internship. We only have a few hours a day (between whenever we wake up and 12 p.m.) to use computer labs and my roommate is not one of the people who brought a laptop.

So... I have yet to have time to sit down and write. Once I get to DC I'll probably have more computer access because I can get to a public library in the mornings.

For now, I'll say that the South is interesting. I've never been this far south or this far east before and I'm getting a nice, mild preview of what weather in DC will be like. I've resigned myself to feeling sticky and gross for three months.

This is a beautiful campus. I love the big old brick buildings, and there are tons of trees everywhere. It's all the things I love about the UO campus, but with different species of plants. There are squirrels everywhere. It's fun to see the animals that we don't have. I haven't found fireflies yet, but I saw a cardinal yesterday.

Time to get back to training.

It's not a choice

For various reasons that I won't list due to pretending to be "anonymous," I've been thinking a great deal about the issue of gay marriage today. Something occurred to me that's been totally obvious, but for some reason didn't quite click until today.

A lot of people vote for George Bush just on "family values" issues. They were so afraid of gay marriage that they voted for a guy who's doing more damage to foreign relations, the environment and the economy than possibly any president in history.

Here's my "well, no shit" revelation. This entire debate comes down to whether you believe being gay is a choice. If you do not believe it's a choice, you can't believe it's a sin, and therefore would have no problem with gay marriage. It amazes me that this one simple, tiny thing that should be so logical, is causing so much trouble and so much hatred in society.

Obviously other people who read this blog have written about this, from a more personal stance than I can offer, but I'm pissed off and can't say this to the person I want to say it to, so you guys get to read it.

I have never, not once in my life, questioned whether sexual identity is a choice. First of all, I didn't get to choose to be straight, so it never made sense to suggest you could choose to be gay. Clearly, you can't.

Some will say "But I know someone who was gay and he found god and got married to a woman and has 2.3 children and a white picket fence and a dog!" I say, that doesn't mean anything. A person can choose to ignore the fact that (choose the appropriate gender identity pronoun) is gay. A person can live a lie. A person can be confused and realize later that ((choose the appropriate gender identity pronoun) really is straight. But I do not believe a person can choose to be straight or gay. I know more than one gay man who pretended to be straight and a few who are married to women now because they can't be honest about who they are, for whatever reason. This does not mean they ARE straight.

Besides, the world's overpopulated and we're using up all the natural resources, destroying the ice caps and people are dying of famine all over the world. Maybe that's nature's plan for population control. If part of the population avoids heterosexual sex, the amount of pro-creation is somewhat manageable for the poor little planet.

I grew up in a really conservative, redneck town where being gay was dangerous. A man who was out of the closet in my high school was literally risking his life. I can't imagine what the gay men I knew in high school went through (it seemed to be slightly better for gay women, but somehow I doubt it really was). Why on earth would those guys have chosen that life if they had any option? Seriously. They were out of the closet because living a lie was harder than risking the wrath of the assholes we went to school with, but it wasn't pleasant.

It just blows my mind that people are so afraid of something that shouldn't matter. Why would anyone be bothered by who other people love? (If for some reason, you are reading this and you are the type of person who's going to give me the bullshit "what if I wanted to marry my dog/a child/my hummer" argument, we're never going to agree with one another, and you're an idiot.)

As far as I'm concerned, the more love in this world the better. I don't understand why anyone would have a problem with people who love each other enough to commit for their entire lives. It all comes down to this: homosexuality isn't a sin because it's not a choice. I be live in God but refuse to believe he would condemn people for being who they are, for something they do not control. It just isn't a sin. I have never heard a single argument against gay marriage that doesn't surround "The BIBLE SAYS...." I know what the Bible says. But I don't interpret it the same way.

So, to those people I really want to say this to: If you accept that being gay is not a choice, you'll see that it can't be a sin and will have to accept that there's no reason gay people shouldn't be married. Get over it. Who other people love/fuck has nothing to do with you, and allowing totally equality for every human being, including the right to marry, can only make the world a better place.

Get off your high horse, out of people's business and start thinking about other things. Like, how many people died in Darfur today? How are we going to fix the ice caps? How can we ensure our great-grandchildren have enough natural resources to enjoy the earth and not walk around in environment-protection suits and gas masks? How will we end war and feed the hungry and cure AIDS?

Almost there...

On Sunday, I will leave for my internship. I've known about it for so long it's hard to believe it's really happening. First it's two weeks in training at the University of North Carolina (this is a national internship so they train people on a regional basis), and then on June 22 I head off to DC.

I have a place to live in what I'm told is a fabulous neighborhood (I tried to google map it to put a link, but that doesn't seem to work). I'm on the same street as the Capitol and Senate offices(Constitution Ave. What a perfect address for a journalist), across from the Supreme Court, and a few blocks away from the Library of Congress. Work is about two miles away (only three subway stops, I'm told), just a few blocks from the White House and the Washington Post buildig.

As much as I'm panicking in a "I only know two people there! I have to leave my cats for three months!" sort of way, I'm getting really excited. This is going to be an amazing opportunity. As much as I love History, it's going to be amazing to be in a place where I can really be immersed in historical documents and places. I can't wait to tour Congress and hopefully see them in action. I'm sad that I won't get to hear oral arguments at the Supreme Court, but it'll be fun to see the building. I have never described myself as patriotic, although I am really interested in politics and history, so I think this will be a great place to "learn about America."

I have an idealized notion that this trip will give me a deeper understanding of this nation and the government. I certainly won't change my core beliefs, and the things I'm most upset about with this government will still be instilled in me, but I imagine politics are more interesting up close in the city where everything's happening.

Proud of myself

I'd like to share that today, after several hours of work and just a teeny bit of googling, I achieved what may be the proudest accomplishment of my life — I completed today's Sunday New York Times Crossword.

Thank you, thank you. *Takes a bow*

Adventures in air travel

I'm nearing the end of day two of a short trip to visit my grandmother in Indiana. After I came out here for my cousin's wedding last year, I volunteered to be bumped to a late flight in exchange for a voucher for $300 off another ticket. I had to use it within a year, so here I am again.

I spent Wednesday night in a hotel in Portland because I had an early morning flight out of PDX. While at the hotel, I watched the season finale of "Lost," and love the show more than ever. More on this later.

After a brief adventure trying to find a way to fit all my toiletries into a bag that met airport security regulations (and after ultimately spending six bucks on a clear makeup bag from an airport gift shop because my stupid zip lock bag tore), I was through security with no problems and on my way to the gate.

I actually have amazing luck with air travel -- I've never had a delayed flight, except when I've volunteered to go late and I've never experienced scary turbulence. I rather enjoy flying.

As I sat in the Portland airport, waiting for a plane to Detroit, I began to look around and flashed back to the past three seasons of "Lost."


Which of these people, I wondered, would be the best to have around if we crashed on a creepy magical island (it would of course be even stranger if a plane flying from Portland to Detroit wound up on a tropical island)? Who would kick the most ass when faced with gun-wielding "others?" Could any of these people kill a wild boar or climb a mango tree to get food?

None of the passengers at the gate looked capable of fighting off the forces of the Lost island. When I got on the plane, I noticed some who looked like fighters, but for the most part, a plane full of white Americans heading to the Midwest didn't seem like the type the others would even bother with.


After I get through security, I love airports. I enjoy the people watching, and I like to see what people bring along to read. Reading material says a lot about a person.

On this flight, a middle-aged gay man (he was with his partner) sitting near me was reading a copy of Christopher Moore's "Lamb," which is one of my favorite books. I happened to have a Moore book with me and I was sure I'd get along with the man reading "Lamb." He'd probably be my best friend on the island. At the very least, he'd have good books in his luggage.

The girl next to me was reading an issue of "Cosmo." She was thin, pretty and looked great for an early morning flight. She looked like she might kick some serious ass if she had to, and I bet she'd have cute clothes she could share after the crash.

The woman next to me on the second leg of my flight was reading a mystery book with a cat on the cover (and a cat listed as the co-author of the book). There's a specific type of woman who reads that book series. I know many of them and they're very nice. However, I doubt the woman who reads the cat mystery books would do well on the island.

Eventually, I snapped out of it and enjoyed the flight, but I couldn't help but wonder if any other passengers, in a post-Lost stupor, were judging each other's island-worthiness.

The best headline ever written

Found headlining a story on a site for a TV news show:

"Man Suspected of Killing Prostitute with Hoe."

More spam poetry!

I don't know what this was an ad for. It had a scary unnamed attachment. The subject line was "Mercedes." I sincerely hope I'm not spreading worms by opening these.


"Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Billows the fog, cloaks
Dismal, endless plain≈
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
Astonished that you have returned to go
In Florida, it's strawberry season≈
Bronze the sky, with no
Again awaken from your being gone to find
By the design of our own silent eyes
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Only a whiter absence to my mind,
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
"Now it's my turn to sing!"