Alexis Ivy is a poet I greatly admire. We spent some time together in the same workshop and I’ve really enjoyed her first book Romance with Small-Time Crooks. Doug Holder of Ibbetson Street Press interviews her here on Somerville Community Access Television.
I got my 1.5 seconds of Youtube fame in this video put together by the Harvard Medical School community for the It Gets Better project.
Link in case the embed fails: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOOo7ZtjKBI
Living well is often the best revenge. Every GLBT person who lives through the hell of childhood and adolescence in a homophobic society is a hero in my eyes.
If you have the time, the resources, and the intestinal fortitude, I also encourage you to take more direct action to improve the lives of young people currently living through that hell. Things have gotten better than they were when I was a child and a young woman. And in many places there is still plenty of room for improvement. The Make it Better Project is one way you can make a difference in the lives of GLBT, questioning, and allied youth today.
A beautiful poem — visual, verbal, musical — on the virtues of solitude.
“If you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed and alone is okay.”
The blogosphere’s full of tributes to George Carlin, who died yesterday at age 71. When I see a ton of posts on the same subject, I tend to freeze up, thinking it’s all been said before. This is probably why I was never particularly motivated to stay in the world of new media content provision. I do have something unique to say about George Carlin, though.
When I was a teenager, one of my first paying jobs was as an usher for the Palace Theater in Stamford, CT. It was a great job: I saw the symphony, the ballet, the opera, some rather good plays, great jazz musicians, and George Carlin. Since I was a sullen teenager, I appreciate most of the performers more in retrospect than I did at the time. Except for George Carlin. He was one of the few acts to do two shows in one night, and each time his delivery was spot-on.
This was in the mid-80s, and while I wasn’t aware of it, it must have been after the famous Seven Words You Can’t Say on Television routine. He started the show talking about the words he wouldn’t be saying that evening — words like “shaaaaare.” He also did the “home is just a place to put your stuff” routine.
I suppose what made Carlin’s humor unique was that it was so very focused on words and the way we use words. His New York-style snark also amused me. Ultimately, I don’t necessarily agree with his conclusions, but his eloquence and humor can be very convincing in the moment.
And via Nex0s, some material about saving the planet. It’s true; it’s not the planet we’re saving, it’s ourselves: