July 2006

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July 25, 2006

My friend and former student N.E. has moved into the apartment on the top floor of our house. Today we had the following email exchange:

On 7/25/06 at 9:47 a.m., N.E. wrote: Whatever, I'm tired and spacey and have a ridiculous backlog of work and woke up with the finale of Jane Eyre: The Musical in my head.

On 7/25/06 at 10:52 a.m., Faustus wrote: I'm shocked that you retained even a note of the finale of Jane Eyre.

On 7/25/06 at 11:12 a.m., N.E. wrote: Isn't it depressing?

On 7/25/06 at 1:58 p.m., Faustus wrote: Yes.

On 7/25/06 at 2:16 p.m., N.E. wrote: I could just kill myself. Then you could tell everyone who visits your house that someone once committed suicide on the top floor. ("Ooh, when?" "Last Tuesday.")

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July 21, 2006

I understand how people could think the reason Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes have allowed no one to see their daughter Suri is that she is a fiction dreamed up by a closeted gay action-movie hero and his desperate and talentless beard, but I don't believe it.

Because I think Suri exists, and the Scientologists have her.

It's just like Rosemary's Baby, actually. Picture it: There's a hidden apartment next door and Suri is lying there in a black bassinet. Katie comes in and says, "What have you done to her? What have you done to her eyes?" And then John Travolta is like, "She has her father's eyes." And Katie's like, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" And then Priscilla Presley snaps, "Oh, shut up with your 'oh, Gods' or we'll kill you, milk or no milk," and then Kirstie Alley says, "You shut up. Katie's her mother. Show some respect."

Come on, you know I'm right.

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July 19, 2006

A couple weeks ago I posted a request for copies of Us, In Touch, and Life & Style, along with a promise to explain why I wanted them.

A promise fulfilled late is better than a promise never fulfilled, so I will reveal that I wanted them so that I could prepare for an audition to be one of the co-hosts of this:

Unfortunately, the producers decided not to call me back for a second audition.

They'll pay.

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July 17, 2006

So it turns out we have a small family of mice in our kitchen.

This is in fact really good, for two reasons. First, there seem to be only four of them, a mother and three kids, so they will be fairly easy to deal with, unlike the last time the place I lived in had a mouse infestation.

And second, since the mice have cleverly avoided the instant-kill traps we put down, I am filled with joy because I can write "get poison" on my to-do list.

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July 14, 2006

Dear Woman Who Stormed Out of the Step Class I Was Subbing Yesterday Afternoon After I Offered You My Risers in Response to Your Request That I Speed the Music Up Even More Than I Already Had in Response to Your Previous Requests, Even Though it Was Already at a Faster Tempo Than I Feel Comfortable Teaching at and a Faster Tempo Than the Guy Who Usually Teaches the Class Teaches at and a Faster Tempo Than Step Guidelines Allow, and Even Though You Were the One Person in the Entire Class Who Was Barely Moving and Maybe If You Had Listened When I Kept Saying, "Knees Higher, Everybody!" (Although You Were the Only Person Whose Knees Weren't High Enough and so I Was Actually Just Talking to You) You Might Have Felt Like You Were Getting Exercise Although You Were Still Sweating Up a Storm Even With the Barely Moving, and Then Came Back After Class Was Over and Yelled at Me in Front of Everybody for Having Some Nerve Embarrassing You Like That in Front of the Class and You Had a Knee Injury (Although You Didn't Bother Telling Me That at the Beginning of Class When I Asked if Anybody Had Any Injuries I Should Know About) and My Class Was Boring (Although Everybody Else Was Very Clearly Having a Lot of Fun) and Basic (Although You Kept Missing Steps) and I was Unprofessional and Disgusting and Shouldn't Be Teaching and a Sub and Didn't Know My Place and Then Stormed Back Out, at Which Point Five People in the Class Told Me They'd Had a Great Time and They Had No Problem With the Tempo and They Thought You Had Been Completely Inappropriate:

Fuck you.

Very truly yours,

Faustus, M.D.

P.S.: My boyfriend, who is a psychiatrist, says you have Borderline Personality Disorder. --F

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July 13, 2006

Last night I cooked dinner using every single pot and pan in the kitchen.

Okay, I'm exaggerating a little bit. But not by much.

My dastardly plan succeeded. We are getting a dishwasher.

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July 09, 2006

I have made a dreadful, dreadful mistake. I am going to have to break up with E.S., put the house on the market, and throw myself back into the world of ~~anonymous group sex~~ dating with an unparalleled frenzy in hopes of finding a boyfriend who is not an insane crazy person.

E.S. and I were talking about what we want to do with the kitchen, and I pointed out that we have to leave room for a dishwasher.

And he said no.

We argued violently about this for twenty minutes. "I've never had a dishwasher," he said, "and I wouldn't use one if we got it."

And suddenly I saw the truth, as devastatingly as if it had been Zeus revealing himself in his splendor. "You think having a dishwasher is a sign of moral weakness, don't you?" I said.

"Honey, of course having a dishwasher is a sign of moral weakness," he replied. "You're the one who's deluding yourself by saying it's not."

Sweet Jesus, what have I done?

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July 08, 2006

This is not a joke:

Would anybody be willing to lend me the last month's worth of In Touch Weekly, Us Weekly, and/or Life & Style Weekly at some point before Wednesday? If you're not in New York I'm happy to pay for express shipping.

If so, please email me.

I promise I will explain what this is all about on Thursday.

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July 07, 2006

N.B.: This is today's second entry.

If I understand correctly, the Speaker of the New York Assembly, Sheldon Silver, is doing everything he can to avoid taking a position on whether or not he supports a same-sex marriage bill; he says he wants to caucus the Assembly to determine its leanings before making a decision.

If you live in New York State, then, please call or email your Assembly representative and your state senator and urge them to make clear to Speaker Silver and other leaders their support of a same-sex marriage bill, to do what's necessary to bring such a bill before the legislature as soon as possible, and to vote for it and encourage others to do the same.

If you don't know who your representatives are, you can go here to find your Assembly representative and here to find your state senator.

(Thanks to her for this information.)

Update:

Here is another page with information on easy steps you can take to help our elected officials not fuck this up.

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Yesterday, after the repulsive New York Court of Appeals decision that E.S. and I don't have a constitutional right to get married, I actually thought for a long time about going to law school and becoming a lawyer so I could take a more active role in forcing our government to be less stupid.

Then I thought, oh, hell, I should just run for public office and take an even more active role than that.

Then I considered some of the things I've written on this blog and thought, no, really, law school should do it.

Then I went to sleep and woke up today and realized that I am a sane person, so instead I just called the Empire State Pride Agenda and left a message asking them how I can volunteer.

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July 06, 2006

On the Fourth of July, E.S.'s parents came to visit from New Jersey. We did our best to make the house presentable before they got here, but, given that we moved in less than a month ago, there was only so much we could do. They generously ignored the boxes and buckets and papers strewn about every room and expressed only delight with the progress we'd made.

At one point, however, as E.S. was out getting us lunch, his father started toying with a big plastic cup sitting on the coffee table and found that it was full of wrinkled singles. He joked, "oh, it's your tip jar!" He was, unfortunately, correct; the bills were, in fact, the tips from my most recent engagement dancing naked. Then E.S.'s mother asked, "Have you been tickling the ivories somewhere and making lots of money?"

I stared at them and tried not to strangle. For an instant I considered telling the truth and then laughing, because of course they would take it as a joke, but then I wasn't sure whether they'd think the joke was in poor taste or not, and besides why tempt fate when it's so much easier to be deceitful?

I couldn't think of a decent lie, however, and so I choked out, "Um, I wish!" and had nothing else to say.

Thank God for my dog, A., who at that very moment came running in so cutely she effected an irrevocable change of subject.

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July 05, 2006

Okay, you can stop taking the survey now. Actually, as of one minute ago, 137 people had responded, and the survey site now won't let me view the responses unless I pay them money. I am curious, yes, but not $19.99 curious.

So the point of this was that, though I am a reasonably smart, well-informed fellow, I first heard of post-exposure prophylaxis only a few months ago. I was trying to figure out whether this was simply a fluke, and everybody knew about this except me, or whether it really is an obscure piece of information even though every health worker who deals with high-risk populations should be trumpeting it from the rooftops.

However, now I will never know.

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July 04, 2006

Out of curiosity, I am conducting a survey. If you were to answer the question here, I would be eternally in your debt.

(The free survey software I used allows only fifty responses, so if you're number 51 or higher then I can offer you only the impulse to be eternally in your debt. I understand that isn't worth much, but times, as they say, is hard.)

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July 01, 2006

N.B.: This is today's second post.

If you live in or around New York and want to know what I look like with a) no clothes on and b) tumescent genitalia, feel free to come to this party in the east village (#1 Chinese Restaurant, 4th Street and Avenue B). Feel free to bring cash to shove into my socks.

I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to continue doing this. The tawdriness and depravity aren't a problem at all, of course; it's just that I long ago lost the ability to stay up so late past my bedtime without paying for it.