I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones, written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned, "What are we here for?" All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay.

-David Bowie "Oh! You Pretty Things"

Friday, October 8, 2010

Felicia Day


Actress Felicia Day. Some of you might be saying, "Justin, you've already done a post on the lovely Felicia Day," and I might be responding, "No, that was about Felicia Day. You know the Holiday. Like short for Felicia Day Day --- June 28, that day we're all accustomed to celebrating." This post is regarding the lovely lady who created The Guild herself, as a person of great talent and beauty. I'm glad that we cleared that up.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Shirtcast #28 - Justin Tiemeyer


Friend of the show, Justin Tiemeyer hops up to the decks to play an eclectic selection for The Shirtcast. Please enjoy and check out Justin's blog 'Cavemen Go' for frequent, mind-expanding posts.

http://cavemengo.blogspot.com/

MGMT - Time to Pretend
Roxette - The Look
Meat Puppets - Climbing
David Bowie - Kooks
Queens of the Stone Age - Song for the Dead
Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere
The Cars - I'm Not the One
Led Zeppelin - Since I've Been Loving You
Tears for Fears - Woman in Chains
Portishead - Small

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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Justin Tiemeyer: A Straight Ally

The thing I've noticed about coming out is that you have to keep coming out. It's not something that can be accomplished by speaking up once. You have to tell the world, sometimes one person at a time, who you are, and you have to educate them to understand that it's OK to be who you are. I came out as a straight ally while living in Toledo in 2006 as a member of Equality Ohio. A straight ally is a heterosexual individual who declares to the world, to put it simply, that gay is good.

I was a straight ally long before I made my declaration in 2006, and I have never stopped. I am currently enrolled in seminary, however, and recently a fellow seminarian Christopher Thomas called out on Facebook for straight allies to come out, that it does more good than anyone can imagine. I realized at that moment that if there was any doubt in anyone's mind that I am allied with the LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Questioning) community then I am not, in fact, out. I would like to leave the closet here and now, to tell you that I am a straight ally and that it's OK to be a straight ally (even, and especially, from a Christian Biblical point-of-view).

The reason that I am writing today is to tell you that the bullying that LGBTQ individuals, that same bullying that is on the news daily as resulting in LGBTQ suicides - this bullying is something that I have no tolerance for. At the same time, this bullying is not the worst thing I see in reference to current events. The real evil is that the community surrounding these bullied individuals cannot support their own and thus is no community at all. Across the board LGBTQ individuals are being told that who they are is not acceptable. To the question of their existence, they are given a resounding, "NO!" A professor of mine at Brite Divinity School, Dr. Toni Craven, responding to current events, stated that a church ought to be a place of refuge or it ought not to be. With all respect, Dr. Craven, I'll do you one better: a family ought to love and support their own no matter who they turn out to be, not despite of differences but because of differences. If state, religious community, family and neighbor alike take a stand against LGBTQ, then we deny the people we love any home on this planet.

I am not condoning suicide by any means; I believe there is always a reason to live. I am writing first and foremost to prevent suicide. At this point we need to recognize that we do not stop suicide simply by repeating over and over that God turns God's back on a suicide. We must do so by becoming a refuge to those without a home. A woman once told me that her nephew, a closeted homosexual, recently confided in her that he was scared to live in his own home. While watching the news, his Catholic parents made it obvious that there is one place where gays belong, and that is in hell. How can her nephew both honor his parents the way he's been taught in his catechism and at the same time be the person he truly is? This story points to the fact that there's a good probability that every one of us has a close and important relationship with someone who is LGBTQ. In light of this understanding, we must recognize that in nearly every situation where we "harmlessly" spout anti-LGBTQ speech we alienate someone who deserves our love, support and respect.

If you can't tell, this discussion is personal for me. It's not my place to out another individual, but there I am closer to homosexuals and bisexuals than you can imagine. I also recognize that I may have children who are in some way LGBTQ and I couldn't be more excited about this fact - they get the chance to courageously declare to the world who they are on their own terms. At the same time I am sickened that we do not live in a world where my children can be themselves and be supported and adored by others in this world in the same way that I, their father, support and adore them. In other words, as a straight ally I feel much like a mother bear, and when bigots spread hate-speech and intolerance of the LGBTQ community, they find themselves messing with my cubs. I believe you can figure out the rest of the metaphor without my help.

In conclusion, if you have a respectful argument to post, I will respond to you in my upcoming blog posts. But it must be known that this is a small place in cyberspace where those who can't find support in this world can find refuge. It's not enough, but it's certainly a start. As a straight ally I am an advocate for the LGBTQ community. Attacks against arguments will always be respected and addressed; attacks against people (ad hominem) will not. I ask everyone to join with me in creating a place of refuge for the LGBTQ community, a group of people who have done amazing things for the world and who summon up heaps of courage every day just stepping outside, a group of people who deserve every heterosexual individual on the planet as their straight allies.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Arts and Crafts: Concert Ticket Refrigerator Magnets

A few months ago, I received some junk mail containing some propaganda packaged with a peel-off magnet. I think the assumption was that you would stick the magnet to the propaganda and put it on your refrigerator. I saw little value in the propaganda, but great value in the magnet. This was the product:


That Foreigner ticket I'd held onto long after it was scanned at the concert now had a purpose. It currently holds up my grocery and to-do lists. I am writing today to share with you the secret wisdom of the ages, so that you too can have a Foreigner (or other band/artist) concert ticket refrigerator magnet.

Step 1: Acquire Magnets (I always have to stop myself from saying, "Cut a hole in the box." Curse you, Timberlake! Curse you!)

I opened every single inane letter addressed either to me or to some misspelled version of me or to resident for several months and didn't find another magnetic backing that I could use, so I journeyed to Hobby Lobby with my good friend Gabe. You might be better off going to a smaller store, like Michael's, because Hobby Lobby is incredibly large (especially in Texas). The first difficulty with Hobby Lobby is that you are bombarded by novelty and holiday items when you walk in. You have to cut through these like one would a kudzu in order to find anything of worth. The second difficulty is that the aisles are not labeled. This particular store appeared to spend all it's money renting out the gigantic building and very little on staffing the gigantic building. Eventually, I found an employee who pointed me to the magnets. They were overpriced, but at least I had (unlike Bono) found what I was looking for.


Step 2: Acquire a Concert Ticket

For many of you, this could be the hardest part. I have particular difficulty finding affordable nearby concerts with artists good enough to grace my refrigerator forever. In some of my peer groups, I would imagine I am looked upon as something of a hipster. I don't particularly understand it, but then again, I like Arcade Fire and Bright Eyes. I dislike Screamo. I tell my metal-loving friends that they should be listening to Muse and The Mars Volta instead. I don't blatantly disregard indie music as worthless. Having this opinion of me, they might look upon my Foreigner magnet and sense irony. Here's where they're dead wrong. Foreigner is sweet.


And so is Tears for Fears. This is Adam Friedli's ticket from the recent Tears for Fears concert in Detroit. Adam was unable to go to this concert due to a serious injury in the family. Amy and I had our tickets torn, but there was one ticket left intact due to Adam's absence.

Step 3: Peel and Stick

Peel back the paper on the back of the magnet to reveal the adhesive side. I've always found this fascinating. One side sticks due to magnetic attraction, the other due to chemical adhesion. Two different ways, one result. Cohesion!


Now stick the magnet to the back of the concert ticket. In most cases, the magnet is going to be larger than the concert ticket by a minuscule amount. I chose to leave the slight overlap, as it is pretty insignificant. These magnets, however, are designed to be thin enough that you can cut them. If you want to trim it so it's smaller than the ticket, go right ahead. In order to align the magnet properly, I placed it on the table and then slowly lowered the ticket onto the adhesive side.


Step 4: Place Finished Magnet on Refrigerator


This beautiful new Tears for Fears refrigerator magnet won't be on my refrigerator for long. I hate to ruin the surprise, but this one is a gift for my good friend Adam Friedli. I'll be giving it to him when I visit College Station next week. It's not quite the same as remembering being on the floor looking up at one of the most underrated amazing music sensations of all time, but at least it can hold up his picture of his parents. Or that weird drawing I made of the topless redneck woman holding two 40s of Colt 45.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Retcon Files: Lovewarp

Sometimes (Plug your ears: I'm about to destroy a metaphor) it is necessary to put the wagon in front of the horse, if only temporarily. Without figurative language, perhaps this will make more sense. I think a person would be a fool not to imagine possible futures. I don't think it's idiotic, for example, to imagine being happy with a woman for the rest of my life after dating her for a matter of months. I am one of many lovers who has seen this beautiful reality in his mind's eye. As a result, I've said time and again that time travel is likely to be invented by someone who is in love. This is the occasion of the newest installation of Retcon Files, because when your future is full to the brim with love a desire arises to fill the past with the same.

I met Amy the same evening I returned to Michigan for the summer. As a result I saw that the entire span of my life from birth to mid-May in 2010 had been empty of that strange passionate certainty that I felt the first time I saw her. The feelings I have for Amy are such that I can put aside my desire to preserve the space-time continuum in order to change this fact, to extend the influence of Amy into my past. The thing about shattering space-time for the sake of romantic ideas is that you need to choose the right place and time for your travels. I would be a fool if I knocked on Amy's door in 1996 only to find that she was on vacation. The embarrassment would last only until reality itself collapsed, which probably wouldn't take too long. In order to avoid unnecessary cataclysm I would travel back in time to my brother Micah's middle school talent show, a memory Amy and I have shared on several occasions. From two different vantage points, we watched Micah walk out into the crowd sporting shiny rock star pants, playing his electric bass with a wireless setup.

Now that my hypothetical self has traveled back in time to this talent show, I quake at the idea of destroying time. That would mean I'd destroy the Amy-future that started this whole thing. And a bunch of other things, I guess. But I've gone all this way back in time. I've got to do something. I pull myself aside and tell past me, "You're going to fall in love some day and it's going to last as long as you live. Oh, by the way, I'm future you. The woman of your dreams is in this very room. You don't get to meet her yet, but she's coming. All those girls who break your heart - you don't have to cry over them. You're one of the few who gets a happy ending to his story. So, be happy." Past-me walks away confident in love, but frustrated that even future-me is incapable of growing cool facial hair.

On second thought, I think I'd tell my mom. Even though past-me was an X-Files fan (First run!), he would be far too skeptical of future-me. My mom, however, would recognize me immediately. That's how well she knows me. Thinking further, I've concluded that future-me already went back in time and talked to my mom. I feel certain of this because I was once completely destroyed following a difficult break-up with my first love, and my mom was so sure that I'd find someone better. She knew that if a woman broke up with me, she wasn't The One, and the only possible consequence was that I'd find someone better. I used to wonder how my mom could see this as so obvious. The most logical explanation I can come up with is that her son from the future told her. Neither Amy or I knew we'd meet. Thank goodness someone did.