tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196050482024-03-13T08:51:57.679-04:00Ronckytonkronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.comBlogger894125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-83888631285629158152013-05-06T16:11:00.000-04:002013-05-06T16:11:07.020-04:00Laughing quietly to myselfAbout the advertisement played in Kroger as I shopped this morning that ended with, "Pork! Be inspired."ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-88406405477303638042013-05-04T10:56:00.001-04:002013-05-04T10:56:39.065-04:00Happy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Halle & Josh<br />
Williamstown, MAronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-5455041945405373352013-04-30T12:35:00.000-04:002013-04-30T12:35:31.937-04:00The Librarian + Ellie Herring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Al's Sidecar, Lexington, KYronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-60619919842982764182013-04-26T21:10:00.002-04:002013-04-26T21:10:17.862-04:00Laughing quietly to myselfAbout how Delta was playing an instrumental version of Sweet Child O' Mine as background music on the plane as I boarded in Atlanta. ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-13687707608569515742013-04-26T14:15:00.000-04:002013-04-26T20:53:26.999-04:00Topics covered in the front lounge last nightCoyotes chasing people on bicycles<br />
Camel spiders so big you can hear them walking in the sand<br />
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Pythons living under your house and eating all the pets in the neighborhood<br />
Opossums crawling up the pipes and sitting in your toilet when you go to use it<br />
Giant raccoons eating the cat food by your front door and charging you when you try to go inside <br />
Copperheads slithering inside your car, molting their skin in the baby carseat, and then curling up underneath the driver seat<br />
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For the people who lost their lives, limbs, and sense of peace at the Boston Marathon yesterday, for the many Afghan wedding-goers who were also killed and wounded yesterday by a US bomb that missed its target, for the 17-year-old Nashville boy who was shot and killed while waiting for a school bus last Thursday and for everyone we don't know about.<br />
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<i>I remember, when 9/11 went down, my reaction was, "Well, I've had it with humanity."</i><br />
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<i>But I was wrong. I don't know what's going to be revealed to be
behind all of this mayhem. One human insect or a poisonous mass of
broken sociopaths. </i><br />
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person or a HUNDRED people, that number is not even a fraction of a
fraction of a fraction of a percent of the population on this planet.
You watch the videos of the carnage and there are people running TOWARDS
the destruction to help out. (Thanks FAKE Gallery founder and owner
Paul Kozlowski for pointing this out to me). This is a giant planet and
we're lucky to live on it but there are prices and penalties incurred
for the daily miracle of existence. One of them is, every once in
awhile, the wiring of a tiny sliver of the species gets snarled and
they're pointed towards darkness. </i><br />
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stands against that darkness and, like white blood cells attacking a
virus, they dilute and weaken and eventually wash away the evil doers
and, more importantly, the damage they wreak. This is beyond religion
or creed or nation. We would not be here if humanity were inherently
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misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, "The
good outnumber you, and we always will."</span></span></i>ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-52707454357995105992013-04-07T17:07:00.001-04:002013-04-07T17:07:27.047-04:00Deaderick St and 6th Ave N<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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But I know for a fact she is supportive of homosexuality and not because she occasionally mounts other female dogs. Her dogsitters in Covington, KY, a female couple who lived in the apartment below us, used to take her to the lesbian bar where one of them worked and Patsy was cool with everyone there, with one exception. A man came in one day with an attitude and was being aggressive to the ladies. Patsy growled at him and may have chased him out the door though I might be embellishing. I HOPE she chased his ass out. Also: she happy-pees on her gay uncles when they come over to our house and it's pretty much standard for us to have a roll of paper towels in hand when we greet certain people at the door. Having said that, Patsy appears focused on bacon above all else.<br />
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Towards the end of the program, Colbert interviewed Carl Blake, an Iowa pig farmer who spoke of the new pig he is cross-breeding between Chinese pigs and Russian wild hogs. Cue commie pig joke by Colbert: predictable but still funny because Colbert is my favorite. I start smiling before he even says his first word of the show, "Nation..." I want to go drinking with him and Matthew wants them to play dungeons & dragons together. I think the three of us would make a great sort of gay trio. If his wife and kids are cool with that, of course. I don't support DOMA but I'm not trying to break up any marriages. In the final shots of the show, Colbert held a pig named Hamlet in his arms and looked who perked back up.<br />
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<br />ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-44931030470292073992013-03-26T18:46:00.001-04:002013-03-26T18:46:44.283-04:00I love you, Christopher Walken
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<a href="http://crossroadscampus.org/">Crossroads Campus</a>!<br />
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<b>Mission:</b> To transform lives by creating opportunities for individuals who face poverty and homelessness to care for homeless animals. <b>Goals:</b> Hope and healing, jobs and job training, adoptions for abandoned animals, transitional housing for disadvantaged young adults.<br />
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To quote directly from their literature: through training and caring for animals, individuals gain confidence, marketable skills, and a sense of purpose, all of which are critical to long-term success. Animals who would otherwise be euthanized are prepared for successful adoptions.<br />
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As someone who worked in various forms of social work and social justice before I started music touring and as someone who, since adopting Patsy Cline from the Cincinnati SPCA, went from a "Yeah, I like dogs, they're cool" to "I want to save every dog every day bring them to me so I can love them nonstop forever" person, Crossroads is perfect. I stumbled across the organization because I had a doghouse I'd bought for a puppy I was helping adopt out from the East Nashville listserv. I called several animal welfare groups, none of whom returned my calls except for Lisa Stetar, Crossroads' Executive Director.<br />
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I've focused on volunteering at the new Crossroads Pets - Shop & Adopt store in my former neighborhood of Germantown and am discovering that I get a strange and unexpected amount of satisfaction (joy?) in doing inventory. Like, I'm making a name for myself. If you have a tedious task involving scanners, price tag guns and iPads, give me a call. I'll be RIGHT OVER. The store is new and just getting set up and I've been helping the women I've met so far - Robin, Barb, Lisa, and Dolores - with the process.<br />
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The shop is meant to generate revenue for the non-profit. The main focus of the organization has actually been the Caring Connections program that on weekends goes to teenaged boys who are in state custody with the dogs for companionship and dog training. Soon the young men will work at the store to get job training in basic animal care, pet grooming, dog training, in-store and
online retail, and customer relations and marketing which is especially important as they age out of state custody and need to enter the work force. In addition to future employees who are older adults transitioning out of homelessness through long-term recovery programs and housing shelter dogs and cats who have run out of time at animal control, I think the Crossroads model is brilliant. Brilliant! <br />
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<a href="http://crossroadscampus.org/">crossroadscampus.org</a><br />
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Crossroads Pets - Shop & Adopt<br />
707 Monroe St.<br />
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<br />ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-5207969727242470312013-03-23T14:33:00.001-04:002013-03-23T14:46:37.030-04:002013 Livin' on a Prayer Mix In a departure from my method of naming mixes after roads I've recently driven, I'm dedicating this mix not to moving from one physical place to another, but from one year to another. This music is for 2013. When I started making this there were more upbeat songs but as I whittled it to my mood, the high points lessened. The result has it moments to rage to but is overall contemplative. Even more so than at the end of 2012, I feel now that we have all got to learn how to work together without incessant yelling, alienation, and just plain nastiness. If we can't figure out how to have thoughtful conversations without catastrophizing every damn difference, we are just so screwed. If we don't figure it out, I picture myself swaying to this mix on a melting ice floe, with a solar charger for my iPod.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgWb1d001FI">Flatlands</a> - Chelsea Wolfe</b> - I want Flatlands. I never cared about money and all its friends. I don't want precious stones. I never cared about anything you've ever owned.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgAPrpwLYG0">IPC</a> - Light Asylum</b> - Not here to criticize, how you're living your life, Not here to perpetrate, nor do we prophecize.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEr9gMYdkHI">Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise</a> - The Avett Brothers</b> - There was a dream, one day I could see it. Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDqCsUUADLs">Ocean Drive (Tiga's White Linen Vox)</a> - FPU</b> - White linen on your back, Black secrets on your mind.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOd9zWdH2dQ">Tornado</a> - Jónsi</b> - You grow, you roar. Although disguised, I know you.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHk2lLaDzlM">Hide and Seek</a> - Imogen Heap</b> - Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.<br />
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I didn't know Livia well but we had friends in common and she was someone in a larger group of people who I was always happy to bump into. We always hugged each other and talked a bit, about whatever. I learned more about her this week than I did all year long: that she'd recently bought a house, adopted a pit bull mix named Ellie Mae, and started a new job. That she was from Massachusetts and 32 years old. I already knew she had tons of friends who loved her. The night she was killed she posted a photo on Instagram playing darts at a bar in East Nashville with a comment about how how Nashville has given her the best girlfriends.<br />
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Four days later I went to Livia's memorial and that's when it hit me. Songs that I imagine were her favorites were playing and photos of her were scattered on the tables. I sat at a table in the back, looked at a photo, and another, and another, and then had to stop. And it was weird: my right eye started crying, just streaming tears while my left eye stayed dry. I wiped at my right eye and my runny nose with my arm warmer and I looked around the room at strangers I only recognized from reading Livia's Facebook wall for four days. I felt raw and sad and when I recognized her mom and brother and best friend from online photos, I couldn't fathom their grief. I also couldn't imagine what I could possibly share with anyone there, not the last conversation I'd had with her at a New Year's party because it was NSFW and/or Memorials and I didn't have much more than that. Except for the overwhelming sense that what happened to Livia could have so easily been any of us.<br />
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Livia went to a couple of East Nashville bars on a Wednesday night. A friend walked her out to a cab before last call; she was found around 5 am in the street, a block away from her home. She died of a head injury. The news and the police have been calling her death a hit and run but this doesn't make any sense to me. Why was she a block from home? She did what we're told to do. The bar she was at is one we all go to. We know that there are police all over 5 Points and you shouldn't drive after drinking. The first night I ever went to that bar, a guy from an adjoining table got a DUI not 10 minutes after trying to drive away. We all know to get cabs if we need to. WHY the FUCK didn't Livia get home alive?<br />
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The driver hasn't come forward. The cops haven't yet been able to find out who drove her cab. When asked if they are cooperating with the investigation, Yellow Cab said no comment.<br />
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Whenever someone young dies it's called senseless but it's always senseless for different reasons. Sometimes people make stupid choices. Sometimes people take risks for their own reasons, damn the consequences. Sometimes they get sick. There are million reasons young people die and a million directions in which to point a finger and say IF ONLY THAT detail had been different. But I can't find a thing to point at here. Livia didn't do anything wrong. She was doing what we all would do.<br />
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I went to a community meeting yesterday and a cop told me something I suppose I know but don't usually worry about: it's not safe to get in a cab alone. Um, I GUESS NOT. Right now I don't want to get in a Nashville cab ever again. Am I being dramatic and overly reactive? Maybe, and I don't care. He also said, and this was news to me, that cabs that are called through dispatch are logged while cabs that are hailed on streets are not always called in by the drivers. The drivers are supposed to but they don't always do it. Those rides might be off the books.<br />
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I read an article online about a case with Nashville Yellow Cab two years ago in which a driver was accused of raping a female passenger. I don't know whether he was convicted but what stood out to me is that the cab company didn't cooperate with the investigation until they were under court order to do so. When they did release their records, the driver was identified by a photo and it was determined that he signed in under a false name that night. My mind is now officially blown. This is EXTREMELY DISTURBING.<br />
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I'm trying not to think too hard about the details of the night that left Livia so close to home but not quite. I'm skittish enough already. I saw two stupid almost-accidents today. I rode my bike home last night from Amanda's house with a snug helmet and lots of flashing red safety lights and still kept to the sidewalks as much as I could even though I firmly believe cyclists should share the roads with cars. Drivers are careless here. But that's the thing: Livia wasn't a careless person and while it may have been a hit and run, my gut feeling is that what happened to Livia wasn't because someone else was careless. I'm instinctively so, so mad and afraid that it was more than that.<br />
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I didn't get to know Livia better this year even though I wanted to because I figured we'd have time. No one was going anywhere. Except. Except.<br />
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I just like these guys and relate to both of them.
ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-60251234062744274502013-02-05T17:59:00.000-05:002013-02-05T17:59:17.057-05:00Laughing quietly to myselfAbout how when Matthew received his custom t-shirt in the mail, he was also accidentally sent an order intended for a woman in Australia. When he called the company to inform them of their mistake, he was told to just keep the extra shirts. So I now own a tank top that reads: RUN LIKE CHANNING TATUM IS WAITING FOR YOU AT THE FINISH LINE. ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-3089001419418706402013-02-04T11:42:00.000-05:002013-02-18T13:50:34.347-05:00Love, David Hasselhoff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This was hand-delivered to my doorstep last week. No, not by The Hoff himself, but by someone who really, really knows me. ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-65356083661145575692013-02-01T14:31:00.000-05:002013-03-31T20:27:07.997-04:00Tolerance So we are making Nashville our capital-H Home. That little thought I had in mind for years, the idea to live in Nashville, and actually followed through on last Christmas has turned into one of my better decisions. We've made a great group of friends in addition to people I knew from past touring and new work friends I've already spent huge amounts of time with on the road. We bought a house. We're getting to know our neighbors. I've found a place to volunteer. I wouldn't have predicted this move would make THIS much sense this quickly.<br />
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When asked why I've fallen so hard for Nashville, I mention people's friendliness, the community involvement, the music and creativity, the affordability, and the relative proximity to family in Cincinnati. I wasn't sure about all of these qualities before moving here because if you don't know where you're going and are driving around Nashville, the city can come off as lackluster. The vacant lots and barbed wire don't always give off indications that when you turn right or left, or just look closely, there are charming districts of independent businesses, bars, coffeeshops and creative spaces. The suburbs and country areas may be different, but it seems that city neighborhoods are largely mixed income so within the same blocks you may have a drug house, a working low-income family, a trendy modern condo, and a historic cottage. The pace of new building is fast and residential and commercial structures are springing up regularly. There is definitely a feeling of change.<br />
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Some of these qualities I've admired in other cities but other aspects are brand new to me. Nashville is politically blue. It has a strong progressive bent, queer- and eco- friendly, especially in East Nashville where we are, but the state of Tennessee does not. Tennessee is more Christian right conservative than this Northern gal is used to. It's a proud, God-fearing culture and they will be damned if you try to tell them what they can and cannot do with their guns. Their many, many guns.<br />
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GUNS!<br />
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Sweet Jesus, I've never heard more gun talk than I have in the past year. Or seen so many signs on bar doors asking you to leave your firearms outside, since many people carry concealed weapons. Nor have I ever met as many people who have been held up at gunpoint than I have in Nashville. The little buggers are EVERYWHERE. People buy them online for home protection. People buy them illegally, unsure of whether they are stolen or not, to add to their collection. I'm sure people are stockpiling to fight our government who they are convinced will turn against us a la Hitler and Stalin, just as you hear on Fox News.<br />
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This is all foreign to me as I didn't grow up with guns but I did marry someone who knows how to handle a rifle and who won a turkey shoot in elementary school, beating out many grown men. My grandpa Roncker was a gun-carrying Cincinnati Police Captain. My father-in-law was a Green Beret Airborne Ranger, Customs Officer, and firearms instructor and is the best shot I know but I still haven't gone all warm and fuzzy with guns, besides the joke I had with Bova where I promised him that if I ever get a gun it will be a Glock with pink accents and the inscription on the side: <i>Bless Her Heart</i>.<br />
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Our new neighborhood, Cleveland Park, is rather crime-friendly but I'm still choosing to go with an alarm system, a dog, and padlocks on the privacy fence over keeping a gun in our house. Oh, and the sword Matthew keeps under the bed. The closest I've gotten is that guns in general now seem kind of normal and not shocking as they would have, say, when I were living in Seattle. Speaking of Seattle, when I was there I had the feeling that I was living in a bubble, a utopia of like-minded, agreeable people where it was just so dang pleasant that it bugged me. I wanted more grit and disagreement; I imagined that would feel more real. And, now I've got it.<br />
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GOD!<br />
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I believe in God. I don't claim to know the details but I do think there is <i>more</i>. I grew up going to public schools during the day, Catholic Mass on Sunday, and CCD religious instruction on Tuesday nights. My family's liberal Jesuit church and its high school youth group had some affect on me but in my earlier years I promptly forgot everything poor Father Nastold tried to teach me all those many Tuesdays that I doodled and smirked; apparently I am a natural born skeptic. Since the Bible went in one ear and out the other, I drew my moral lessons from family, the aforementioned church youth group - that welcomed teens of all faiths or of none, not just Catholics or Christians - and scores of excellent teachers.<br />
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The Christian message that stuck with me was that Jesus was a good man to emulate: compassionate, in service to others, kind, courageous, accepting of people who are different. I didn't, and don't, put any great importance on the idea that what I do in this life will affect what happens to me when I die. I'm not worried about heaven or hell. I just do my best to be a good person while I'm here and hope to be judged by my actions, not by my faith or gender or voting record. I think religion, if it is to be used, should be used for people, not against them.<br />
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Most of my new friends are leftist and a few remind me of some of my favorite people I know elsewhere: Justin = Nashville Dennis, Oscar = Nashville Fabian, Ryan = Nashville Bova. I've also gotten close to a number of people here who believe that homosexuality is a sin, that Mitt Romney had the right solutions for America, and that any gun control is a freedom issue (always with the FREEDOM). And I'm not even getting into health care or taxes. I think homosexuality is perfectly natural, if not as common as heterosexuality, am Obama-voting, and I think there should be a compliance of <i>some</i> standard that is enforced before regular, non-military, people can own guns. I'm not against guns or against the Constitution, I'm for considering public safety.<br />
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My friends and I who are politically and religiously different have more in common than we have apart but oh man, the differences are biggies. I, however, choose to see their lives from a broad perspective, not focusing on guns and gays, and I think they're good people. I believe they think the same of me. We love each other, enjoy being together, and miss each other when we're not. So how does one reconcile those things that could be taken as personal, perhaps offensive, affronts? Or do we just concentrate on our similarities and accept our differences with mutual respect?<br />
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Personal details I've shared about myself with some of them: that one of my bridesmaids was a gay man who walked down the aisle with another guy or that I'm not Republican (WHAT?!) have elicited laughs, dropped jaws, or resigned head shakes. But not all details are easy for me to delve into. I'm sensitive when it's about women and when I see vaguely misogynistic-hahahaha Facebook posts from anyone, even if we aren't close, even if we're just acquaintances, I have to remind myself to breathe.<br />
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East Nashville has more in common with Portland, OR or Austin, TX than greater Tennessee where a Senator from Knoxville is proposing legislation that would require schools to inform parents if a child is engaging in homosexual activity (what exactly "activity" entails is unclear). Where in talking about education, someone tells me how mad he was when his child came home from school and told her daddy she learned about evolution. Apparently I've been more influenced than I even realized by the bubbles I've lived in because I honestly thought creationism was more on the out than that.<br />
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I'm still learning how to deal: how to gauge when a reaction or response is just enough or too much or not enough at all. I still shy away from certain conversations and am not necessarily proud of that. The point, however, is that I'm learning as much or more than if I were always surrounded by people exactly like myself. And if I'm ever surprised or taken aback by what I hear, I have to examine myself and pinpoint what I do or don't believe. Whether or not my viewpoints ever change, I gain something in my understanding of the issues, people's different interpretations of them, and of how our fractured country may be tolerant. ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-59533234346085232372013-01-29T14:54:00.003-05:002013-02-18T13:51:38.556-05:00dog photo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19605048.post-87068153961929339162013-01-27T23:08:00.001-05:002013-01-29T21:37:12.996-05:00Laughing quietly to myselfAbout how I was watching the Norwegian black metal documentary <i>Until the Light Takes Us</i> about the guys who caused all kinds of ruckus including suicide, murder, and church burnings and I was like, "Babe, can you pause it? I have to hydrate for yoga." ronckytonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097246032801733811noreply@blogger.com0