Monday morning

I could have gone out for my walk at seven. The sun has caught up to our daylight savings. I'm glad enough to leave before seven-thirty.

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The cats don't want to come inside. Not even Coco and Ash. It's a first in a very long time. Maybe this is the effect of being penned up in the house over the past couple of days. They aren't taking the outdoors for granted.

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It didn't look like we had half the number of ducks at the pond that we usually have. Because of the storm? I couldn't even get rid of the last of my cracked corn.

Elvis 1973

Bodyguard Dave Hebler relates seeing Priscilla and Mike Stone at a karate tournament during the time while Elvis was pressing for a hitman to get Stone.

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Priscilla, the beautiful little army brat who for more than a decade had one of the world’s most glamorous fortunes at her fingertips, was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a blouse. She was giggling and laughing like a cheerleader at her first football game. “She was standing at the door of the tournament stamping the hands of paying customers who came in. She was very sweet and so was Mike. Very, very natural,” Dave recalls.... “She was just helping out her struggling karate instructor boyfriend, who I guess in those days in a good week would have been making two hundred and fifty dollars. Maybe that was what bugged Elvis so much. If she had run off with someone like Frank Sinatra maybe, somehow that would have erased the hurt ego. I don’t know. But a two-hundred-and-fifty-buck-a-week karate instructor, that must have hurt.”

-- “Elvis: What Happened?” by Steve Dunleavy

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Personally, I think if she left with Sinatra, that might have put a serious end to the relationship, that it would have seemed more like a personal rejection of him. Mike Stone was so beneath him, that it may have seemed more like a sick joke of the universe, something incomprehensible, something impersonal.

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my dick

Pop has left for his rounds, and I might have taken the laptop to my bedroom for a little personal time, except it feels like my dick has died and shriveled up inside of me.

Gays and the Sports Closet

I'm a 34-year-old NBA center. I'm black. And I'm gay.

I didn't set out to be the first openly gay athlete playing in a major American team sport. But since I am, I'm happy to start the conversation. I wish I wasn't the kid in the classroom raising his hand and saying, "I'm different." If I had my way, someone else would have already done this. Nobody has, which is why I'm raising my hand.

-- Jason Collins at Sports Illustrated

We have also been hearing about the prospect of NFL players coming out of the closet. I did not know that this was a cultural barrier to be crossed - gays in our main professional sports. This is part of the rippling effect brought about by the focus on gay marriage, which is proving to be our generation's big civil right movement, the full mainstream acceptance of gay life. It's not just a Hollywood and fashion industry thing.

this heat

I wouldn't call this heat torturous, not quite, but, yeah, if it were up to me, the air-conditioner would be purring its sweet music about now.

Pessoa

“I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A nearby field, a ray of sunlight, a little bit of calm along with a bit of bread, not to feel oppressed by the knowledge that I exist, not to demand anything from others, and not to have others demand anything from me - this was denied me...”

-- Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”

strange weather

Strange, strange weather. All of a sudden this evening, it got super dark and super nasty. They weren't calling for rain, but now they are. I was lucky enough to get the cats inside on such short notice. Get this! Another cold front is expected to roll through. As one forecaster puts it: "the big story is the next cold front is on the way and will arrive by Thursday so the crazy spring of 2013 continues for San Antonio." Crazy indeed. But not entirely unwelcome.

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I got Sammy in. I did not say he was happy about it.

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This is a real storm indeed. And from out of nowhere.

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Does this rain pull us out of our drought? I guess it depends on whether this is the last rain we see until August.

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