Category Archives: Reflections

Magnetic Dogs

So I’m zooming down I-93 heading back from work and my wheel starts to vibrate. It’s noticable, so I slow down, roll up the windows and turn off the radio. I go a little further and then hear thum thum thum thum thum from the back of the car… damn. So I get off at the next exit and the thum thum thum is even louder, finding myself in the middle of nowhere, I look for the first public parking lot. When I finaly find it and get out, sure enough, my right rear tire is as flat as can be. The particularly annoying thing is that I had this tire repared (it was leaking slowly) just a month ago. So, out comes the spare, up goes the car, and I change the tire.

So, back on the highway, with my dinky little spare, I decide to stick to the right lane all the way home. And you know what? It was one of the most relaxing rides home I’ve had in a while. I’m sure the spacey music from Gyroscope on WERS helped, but, going at a slower pace was definitely a part of it. This all got me thinking about how I’m always rushing around. In terms of driving, I can understand rushing to work so as to not be late. But in coming home, I have no family to take care of, so what’s the rush?

But it’s about more than driving. I’m realizing that I’m rushing in all aspects of what I do…. eating, reading, walking, odds and ends. I think it is a part of my desire to be productive and accheive great things… sure that sounds corny, but I’ve come to realize that if I need / want to get something done, I have to do it. But perhaps I’ve taken this too far. Perhaps I’ve forgotten to slow down and enjoy getting it done, i.e. the means as well as the end.

Considering I’m going to have to wait X amount of months before receiving my Peace Corps assignment (up to 9 officially,) perhaps this is the time where I should start practicing my skills at slowing down a little (without losing my drive to be effective.) I’m not sure exactaly how to do this, and wondered if anyone has any little suggestions of things that keep them from rushing through something that could be great to savor. I’m reminded of a good relationship I had that took it’s good time to develop. Although I was a little younger and wanted things to move faster, the gradual development came to mean much more than any quick hookup could have. So, I’d like to translate my new effort to all aspects of my life.

And all this brought about by a flat tire.

Credit

Today I feel great.  I finally received credit for the work I’ve been doing at the ACLU for the past two months.  Sitting down with the director, I unveiled my new website design, and she was quite impressed.  Also, it seems that I’ve potentially saved the organization roughly $2000 that an outside firm wanted to charge for basically all the work I’ve done.  She even hinted that should more work need to be done, she may approach me, but this time on an hourly paid basis!  This is good.

As for my promise to post about the DNC, I’ll attach for your edification a picture of the protest pen by the fleet center (compliments of the ACLUM.)  However, being downtown three of the four days, I must say that disruption was minimal, and the protests in general, not too overwhelming.  The only group that has really made a good show is Falun Gong.  They have one particularly moving exhibit on the common showing on one side peaceful individuals meditating, and on the other mock scenes of abuse, all with fake blood and brusied faces.  Plus they are all wearing bright yellow shirts and handing out a ton of literature. 

As for the other causes, organization seemed much more ragtag.  Of course there were the few anti-abortion nuts (one lady had enlisted the help of her 8 year old sons..) but it was no big deal.  I’m a tad dissapointed the protests were not more vocal.  Perhaps the choppers overhead, police, military, armed guards and every other law enforcement agency put a chill on peoples’ activity.  Or, perhaps people just don’t care enough to protest.  Or, perhaps anarchists should not have been designated the unofficial organizers of the protests….

No job yet, but 1/2 the world has my resume – if you’ve got a job for me, let’s talk – if not, just listen.

~Matt

 

South End Blues

Going to the South End always makes me feel crappy on one level.  I see this bustling gay community and all these cute couples and realize that I’m not a part of it and that I have no boyfriend.  Grrrr!  But I wonder if I could really actually live in a place like that.  On the one hand it’d be a great way to meet people, but then on the other, it might just be too small for its own good.  Kinda like some colleges… um welll, anyway…
 
Went up w/Johannes to the top of the Prudential.  The Hancock is closed so I can’t understand why one is open and one isn’t.  I guess the Hancock building is worth more.  Went to see the Shakespeare in the commons but got rained out after the start of the second act.  What we did see was fun though.
 
Tomorrow we are off to the Jersey Shore.  Yes boys and girls, it’s that time of the year again.  White sandy beaches, cheezy amusement parks, and endless chocolate ices 🙂  Although I had a little funk in the South End, I’m feeling in a good mood now… yes, that does actually occur time to time.
 
I need to learn to play golf.  I keep going by golf courses in my town, on the way to work, all the fuck over.  I can’t imagine it is that difficult a game (I mean really old fuckers and fatties play all the time.)  So I’m looking for a golf instructor for free – any ideas, email me.
 
Oh, and I shall write an opinions article for the Tripod (as an alumnus contributor) for August.  I’m thinking about writing about Bill Cosby or the wildly increased security/surveilance that is occuring in Boston.  What do you think is more interesting?  I’ll post it here for sure.  OK off to watch Falling Down – the quintesential American movie.

Rain and rainbows.

It’s a horrible rainy day today – so un-summerlike I can’t stand it. My mood is kind of akin to the weather… The internship thing is getting old. I’m working on a website doing tedious work using FrontPage (ugggh!). Plus the server where the site is hosted must be 15 years old because it sure does everything real slowly. When you are designing websites, nobody gives a damn about you. Sure the moment of unveiling is nice – the oooh aaah (and complaints) factor, but frankly to be toiling away like this is a little un-rewarding. I think my mom is right when she says that this is not something to make a career out of – it’s way to anti-social. Sadly, I can’t say that I particularly like any of the other interns… the only lady I really talk to is the person whose office I share.

But I guess these feelings aren’t so unique, especially at an intern level. I had lunch the other day with a young lawyer who graduated from Trinity in the late 90’s. Our connection was through a professor we mutually liked. Anyway, he said his intern work for the ACLU was rather isolating as well. But he said that once you have an advanced degree and a paying job, well, then its a different story.

The internship ends at August and I’m glad. I’m ready to make some money doing things. I’m trying to get a position as a gardener with the Parks Service, so hopefully that will pan out. Oh, and btw. everyone, the Peace Corps application is looking good – my medical forms have been reviewed and I passed! After I fininsh up with the dental work (filling) I will send it in, then hopefully get an invitation within 1 – 2 months! I’m excited about this and nervous as well.

Okay I’m going to try to attach a picture file…. it’s of the back of my car and my unique rainbow job. Although I like seeing people with rainbow stickers I wanted to do something a little different. Considering how un-artistic I am, I’m quite pleased with it. On that note, I’m thinking about getting a rainbow choker… I’ve wanted one for a while, and I figure I need something to cancel out the polo shirts 🙂

For now.

First Blog Rant

Just saw a funny South Park about how the whole town falls prey to the “gay chic” fad. It got me thinking about a book I read for my sociology class last semester. It’s called “All The Rage” by Suzanna Danuta Walters. It was one of the more interesting non-fiction books I have read regarding gay culture. Her thesis is pretty simple; although gay visibility has increased in the mainstream media, such visibility can not be equated with true acceptance.

The South Park touched on another theme Walters mentions regarding the acceptable gay types. Citing heavily Will and Grace, she demonstrates that most gay characters are either 1) effete and flagrant, or 2) straight wannabees. Walters is afraid that the public embrace of homosexuality is really, for most, an embrace of these very rigid stereotypes. So gays become either the exotic other, or the guy next door.

I’m at this point in my life where I am questioning how I’m going to make sense of all of this. At college I deliberately pushed peoples’ buttons at times, and was pretty flagrant. That was fun. I needed it, and Trinity certainly needed it. But on the other hand, I never wanted that to be it. All the while I felt the need to be strong in other areas, like academics and the Tripod, etc. etc… I guess for those four years I had my cake and ate it too. I could be in your face, but I could never be accused of just being that and nothing more – i.e. both the brain and the wardrobe were kickin’.

But now that college is over, and I’m attempting to be an adult, I’m thinking about how I re-channel things. I guess one of the tangible indicators that has brought this on is my dress. I have an internship downtown, and dress pretty reasonably – basically I feel like any other straight guy. I could totally get away with dressing it up at this place, but I’m hesitant to do so. Why? Because frankly I’m tired of the accusations that “minorities” get special treatment. Well, not quite accusations, but just turn to others’ blogs, and you will see that many think it even if they dare not utter it face to face. I don’t want stupid detractors to have that over me.

So is the option to become a total straight square? Well, in a way that sounds like a total capitulation to the conservative forces that be. “You should be ashamed!” they claim, and therefore I clean up my act. That’s totally unacceptable. I’m lead to the same conclusion that I’ve come to many times before. The simple truth is that if you are going to be out, you have to be better. Okay that’s really vague. What I’m saying is this: Being out is a good thing. However, because people will question the legitimacy of your accomplishments simply because you are out, those accomplishments must be genuine and better than most others’. This way you win on all fronts, you get to be out (cake,) and you can put the “special rights” people in their place (eating it.)

Some may find it unfortunate that in order to just be, and to be taken as seriously as the next guy, they have to be better than the next guy. Perhaps it is. But then again, being out is both privilege and responsibility. People hate me for saying this because it pits me against things such as affirmative action. Perhaps I’m not sensitive enough, and I’d like to be. But I’ve had a class taught by a black judge who got his position in no small part thanks to AA; the chip on his shoulder was evident in everything. It is kind of sad to see individuals in positions of such great honor forced to prove themselves to people half their age. With black people, the sad truth is that one can’t hide one’s skin color, and for at least our lifetimes, it is going to mean something to a lot of people – a lot of cultured, educated and powerful people. So blacks have to work harder to truly be perceived as equal.

Perhaps instead of being a point of divisiveness between the black and gay communities, this idea can be a bridge. We should consider ourselves so lucky that we have the choice of whether or not to take on this struggle. I personally say do it, perhaps because I’ve always been an overachiever. But there are others who won’t wish the burden or the skepticism, and will remain in the closet (or at least for the most part.) Black people can’t decide not to be black.

I think a more realistic approach to sexuality would be to say the following to kids around high school: “Some people are straight, some are gay. If you are gay, you now are lucky to live in a country where you will, for the most part, not face blatant discrimination based on your sexual orientation by authorities. However, no matter how many legal victories are won, the court of public opinion is still out deliberating. This means that while some people will wholeheartedly embrace you, others will not accept you. There is, though, another category of people who will publicly embrace you but privately comfort themselves by believing that anything you have accomplished is due, in some significant part, to your self-identified status as a minority. To these individuals, rightly or not, a self-professed minority status is seen to equate with victim hood. Thus viewed as a victim, they will see your accomplishments as thanks to scraps of good will or pity bestowed upon you. These people, not the blatant homophobes, will be the most difficult ones for you to deal with. You can chose not to address these concerns, but if you are sensitive to how others perceive you, you will have to. Although you may not feel that it is just, in order to do so, you must be doubly sincere and hard working in all that you do. We have created a culture in which self-professed minorities have to prove themselves above and beyond their individual abilities. This is not always easy, but is the route to openness and equality.”

Okay, I’m starting to repeat myself – so what do you guys think on this one… I know I’ve covered a lot of ground, but if you don’t know by know, that how I think, outwardly and expansively rather than inwardly. Simplify! Banks! Can’t trust em!