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November 27, 2005
Dude.
Spent Tuesday night through Saturday afternoon with the fam in North Las Vegas. Folks have their retirement home there. Not that they've retired yet.
Saw my brother for the first time in 21 months. Not that we're estranged. He just lives in Phoenix and can't get off work a lot to join fam gatherings in LA or Vegas. Still, it was weird seeing him. He and his ex-wife assumed I'd be bringing my boyfriend along. Apparently, I need to remember to email them, since neither of them knew about my breakup.
So I meant to leave all these links here about the reality of the creation of the USA - the genocide of indigenous people, the stealing of the land, the gluttony that persists on top of a lie. Its important history. But I read those articles a few days ago. And while I'm interested in them, its not what lingers with me from Turkey Day. Thanksgiving, like most holidays, for me is about seeing family. I usually don't live near my fam, so its an excuse to see them. Its also an obligation to see them. And to wonder how we're all related. Don't get me wrong - I love my family dearly. I just wonder why my priorities are so different from everyone around me.
As this long break winds down for me, I must remember the things I'm thankful for. I'm so grateful for the life I've led in the past year - the experiences and people I've been honored to share my journey with. And now its time to move forward.
Randomly, I recently joined myspace, which I've been amused with ever since it was the cover story of the Style Section of the Sunday NYT. So far, I've been contacted by a Chicago party promoter, a woman looking to promote her myspace site (and perhaps her friendship?), a Chicago band, and the hilarious Booze 'n Jews. They're havin another party and its only a five dolla cover. Question is - why would anyone go dancin on a Wednesday night? Wouldn't they rather be watching Lost? I'm sorry, I forgot. I'm not sure I'm cool enough for this crowd. I can see it now - it'll be just like the time I tried going to a JDate party in DC: I'll be the only Jew who knows how to dance and every guy will be afraid to approach me. Except for the really short pharmacists. I think my mom had the same curse.
In case you're interested, here's my myspace page. I meant to take a digital pic this weekend, but since I have no current pics of myself, you'll just have to enjoy the Chicago skyline near my office last summer.
Posted by cj at November 27, 2005 10:23 PM