Postcard From the Edge

Having a horrible time...wish you were here!

Greetings friends,

Well, it seems that the world is going to hell in a handbasket all around us. Don Imus is a bigot who finally got called out on it. The Middle East is blowing up. There's only one person left in America who doesn't think Global Warming is real, and unfortunately he is some yokel in the White House. Danilynn finally has a daddy. And I couldn't care less.

That's right y'all, it is final exam time again! I start the fun on April 25 at 9am, and continue through Oaks Day. For non-Louisvillians, that is the racing day at Churchill Downs the day before Derby...this time of year, we measure everything by Derby. But there will be no Derby fun for the law students of Louisville. No, we only get contracts and civil procedure and property and criminal law and torts (oh my!). I'll have a three-hour written exam every other weekday for a week and a half, each of which is my entire grade in the class. Whose damn idea was this law school business anyway?!

So, excited as I am that Anna Nicole's baby is a fellow Louisvillian by way of the baby daddy, I need to get back to work. I hope to either get some inspiration this summer after I've taken most of this semester off. In the meantime, I leave you with some of what is playing on the background of my beloved computer, Ms. Maybelline Macbook.

If you haven't heard this, I'm thinking perhaps you should get out more. It was recommended by Trading Faces reader Denise, and the entire album has been on near constant play here for a month.
Amy Winehouse, "Rehab" (live at the Brit Awards)



Erasure used to be one of my favorites, but they haven't put out anything really compelling in years, at least not until this month. This is the lead single off their upcoming album, and one of the sweetest love songs I've heard in ages.
Erasure, "I Could Fall In Love With You"



Finally, here is an old favorite dance artist who has put out a stomping remake of an old Pointer Sisters hit. And the bonus is a TOTALLY SEXY video (Ces, for your own good, please don't click play!).
Ultra Nate', "Automatic"


Oh, and we would like you to know that new Trading Faces kitty is settling in nicely.



However, he still can't be bothered with you.

The Break-Up

Dear Andy,

I think the time has come to face facts that our relationship isn't working. While my love for you runs deep, not even all the Gloria Vanderbilt jeans I could ever wear are enough to put up with your internalized homophobia any longer. Your reaction, or lack thereof, at being named the 2nd most powerful gay in the U.S. by Out Magazine perplexes me. I mean, I was thrilled at just being a powerful gay by proxy of being your secret boyfriend!

Instead of taking me out to celebrate, you got on that damn cell phone with Jodie Foster, knowing that she and I aren't speaking since I made that innocent comment about her walking like a trucker in her Oscars gown last month. While I was trying to get us reservations at Nobu, the two of you were whining about how could they do that to you when you aren't even out. I have news for the two of you: Out is right. You and Jodie live totally in the open without actually saying the word gay. You are out, and it is legitimate to say it in the press. In a world where we report that Jake Gyllenhal and Reese Witherspoon are secretly dating just because they're seen out at dinner together, but don't report on Jodie's partner when they're out on the beach with their kids holding hands, the message is still that there is something wrong with being gay. How is one of those things legitimate celebrity news and one isn't? I simply don't get how it is acceptable to make inferences into the life of someone based on dinner, but it isn't acceptable to comment on the completely obvious, unless of course you really believe that the obvious thing is shameful.

Andy, you say you won't talk about your private life, but then you go and ask poor Kenny Chesney about his orientation in an interview. You know about Kenny...we were on the same lane as him in the Rainbow Bowling League last week! And if you don't talk about your private life, why were you hawking a book about your grief over your brother's suicide? That seems far more personal than who you date. Sweetie, you are more than a bit of a hypocrite, and the argument that you'd be viewed as less credible with your personal life known is ridiculous. I know more about Katie Couric's personal life than I ever wanted to know. I've seen that woman's damn colon, and she got made a network anchor!

I love your gray gardens, but I can't live with the shame any longer. Let's try to remain friends, okay?

Christopher

(cue music)