gay republicans

First it was prominent Floridian Mark Foley. Now the last week has brought the news of:

  • gonzalezA double murder-suicide in east Orlando. Three men in their 30’s found dead in a suburban house. Killed were a prominent republican strategist known throughout the south, his roommate, and a Kosovo-era war hero soldier now working as a tile installer. A detective early on speculated it was a lovers quarrel, and a gay political blog said gaydar was going off all over.
  • Bob AllenFlorida lawmaker Bob Allen was caught soliciting in a public restroom in Titusville, and argues he’s not a homo, he was just scared of all the black men in the park.Sen Larry Craig
  • And of course, Idaho senator Larry Craig tried to keep his Minnesota arrest for restroom solicitation on the down low and almost got away with it.

Actually, only Foley and the two restroom cruisers are truly worthy of scorn and derision. The shootings still under investigation are tragic, and the victims may only be guilty of discretion. The public officials on the other hand are hypocrites, liars, and cheaters. And both Republicans have a long history of support for anti-gay legislation.

It does make some twisted sense: why in the world would one need to support a gay marriage amendment if one personally chooses a lifestyle that includes public heterosexual marriage, and anonymous private sex with men in toilets?


Linda and I attended a dinner and ballet program at the University club saturday night. U-club president Bob sr. asked me to take some photos for an upcoming brochure, and I got this one which I’m pretty pleased with. The short contemporary program featured 5 dancers from the Orlando ballet, and was very upclose and personal. It was impressive, but not persuasive (to me).


phone phreaking

The death of notable phone phreaker Joybubbles in Minneapolis this month reminded me of one of the indiscretions of my youth.  I was a phreaker; I  hacked phones for a time back in the sixties.

In junior high we learned this trick to make free calls on a pay phone.  First, you needed to short  the low-voltage phone current by bridging the metal in the microphone of the hand set with a ground, usually the master screw on the faceplate of the phone.  A straightened paperclip was ideal for this because you could just stick one end in the small holes of the speaking part of the handset, and touch the other end to the screw.  You could hear a scratching noise when you made the connection.

Once it was shorted, you could dial your destination number by tapping the hook (the thing you hang the handset on when you’re finished).   You’d just tap out your number: tap-tap-tap for number 3, tap-tap for number 2, etc.  Timing was important because if your tap was too long, your call would hangup.  Long numbers like 8 or 9 were a nuisance, but at least we only had to tap out 7 digits in those days.

This technique worked like a charm every time.  The only challenge was getting a wire to make the electrical short.  I remember scouring the ground looking for material.  A bobby pin would work, but you had to scrape off the plastic on the tips.   In a pinch, you could even peel the foil of a gum wrapper and carefully roll it into a wire.  Sometimes we just carried a paperclip for the purpose.

I’m sure I even called my parents a few times this way, and they had no idea I was engaged in an outlaw anarchist phone phreak political act.  Heck, I thought I was just saving 10 cents.

big beach sharks

No fishing this weekend, so I’m reading some other’s stories on the web. There’s these guys over on the Florida Sportsman forums that post some incredible photos — very high quality — and their nonchalant narratives just kind of ramble on about these killer fishing adventures. See this thread about a kayak trip down in the keys, and some beach camping at an unnamed “east coast” location, with some monster sharks landed. Plus encounters with key deer, green sea turtles and frigates. These florida boys know what they are doing.

again with the beach

We found the waterproof camera! I won’t name names, but it was under a certain family member’s bed. Anyway, take a look at this short boogie board clip. Turn on your sound!

Immediately after this late afternoon photo session, Gina was hit with a jellyfish sting on both ankles. We found a park ranger with a handy spritz bottle of vinegar, and she said she’d seen about 25 stings throughout the day. The news reported that there were several hundred stings in Volusia county to the north of us just the day before.

Flickr photos are here.

server crash was offline this weekend, and it came back monday morning, restored with a backup from Late July.   I’ve lost 2 weeks of blog postings!   I’ll recover the posts from google cache, but the comments from that period will be lost. stay tuned

still missing: posts 505, 508, 511

nice fish

Landed this guy today, it was a good fight. Jack Crevalle are no good to eat, so I released him to fight another day.


Later I was pulled over by the marine patrol for straying too close to a cruise ship. He gave me a written warning for not carrying my boat registration, and for illegal spacing of my boat letters on my hull. ” The prefix and suffix must be separated from the numerals by a space equal to the width of the digits, i.e., FL 0001 AB.”

boat numbers