Episcopal Church elects first gay bishop

Excellent news this morning — the New Hampshire Episcopal Church has elected the nations first openly gay bishop!

The selection of the Rev. V. Gene Robinson, 56, who was chosen over three other candidates in voting by New Hampshire clergy and lay Episcopalians, is still subject to confirmation next month by the church’s national General Convention.

The confirmation is likely to be a heated battle with international implications. Robinson drew opposition from many in the Anglican community worldwide.

After the election, Robinson told his supporters to be gentle with those who disagreed with their decision.

“We will show the world how to be a Christian community,” he said. “I plan to be a good bishop, not a gay bishop.”

This is wonderful to hear, and makes me quite glad to have been brought up as part of the Episcopal Church. Many congratulations to Bishop-elect Robinson!

(via D)

Well, hey there, sailor!

In an unusual act of patriotism, a Nevada brothel is offering free sex to troops returning from the U.S.-Iraq war.

The first 50 servicemen and women through the door will receive a sexy knockoff of their military-issued “TA-50” kits of personal hygiene items. Instead of toothbrushes and soap, Hof’s kits contain condoms, lubricant, an adult magazine and a certificate for free sex.

Thirteen men and three women in uniform have shown up so far to claim their gifts. All told, the free and discounted sex will cost Hof about \$50,000 — a worthy sacrifice, he said.

Okay…so maybe there are some benefits to joining the military! ;) Actually, in addition to the humor factor of the story, I was rather impressed that thirteen men and three women have taken advantage of the offer so far. Good for them! Most of the time in our culture, women don’t seem nearly as free to express their libido as men are — even in movies, those women that do are often portrayed as disturbed in some way (think Basic Instinct or Fatal Attraction) — it’s always nice to see that tendency being shaken up a little bit.

Personally, I’m all for women expressing their libido more often.

And more obviously.

Especially around me. ;)

(via Prairie)

26 Things

This could be fun: 26 Things, another project from the organizers of the Mayday Project.

on tuesday july 1st 2003, 26 things to hunt for will be posted on this website and you are free to complete the project on or before thursday july 31st 2003. come back friday august 1st to submit your 26 things website.

(via D)

Good luck, Larry Wachowski

There’s a very interesting and serious story that’s just staring to break on the ‘net, that I’m afraid is going to be presented in extremely unflattering and quite probably derrogative ways once it starts to spread. As reported in a very thoughtful Hot Button article by David Poland, it appears that Larry Wachowski — one half of the team of brothers behind the Matrix films — is starting the process of undergoing a sex change.

Now, tell me whether you would be laughing and picking up the phone to share this gossip if he was a member of your family. Convince me how funny it is when someone finally comes out of the closet to his or her family. Explain how hysterical going to a 12-step meeting and admitting your addiction for the first time is.

Can you imagine anyone who is more emotionally vulnerable than Larry Wachowski is right now, no matter how sure he is and how proud he is to be making this change? Money and fame is obviously a lot easier than poverty and obscurity. Money can ease the burdens of the physical world. But it can’t protect the human heart.

I’m sure that once this story starts to spread wider, it’s going to provoke a number of reactions. Sadly, very few of these are likely to be messages of support. Given the success of the Matrix franchise, Larry is a very public name at the moment, and as such, is likely to catch far more flak for this choice than most people would — and from everything I’ve ever heard, this isn’t the easiest thing for people out of the public eye to go through.

For what it’s worth, I’d like to offer Larry support and wish him the best of luck through whatever may happen in the coming months. Hopefully people take Dave Poland’s column to heart and think about what they say before they shoot off at the mouth.

(via Patrick Sun)

Bad Erotica Contest

Nerve.com has posted the winners to their Bad Erotica Contest — these are hilarious!

She had never known a man like Julio before. When he came and boldly sat next to her, the musky scent of his manliness turned her from tigress to gentle kitten. She belonged to him before his supple buttocks pressed aggressively against the tattered faux-leather covering of the barstool.

After sitting nursing his drink for what seemed like a hundred eternities to her already soaked vaginal cavity, he leaned toward her to speak. Her massive, sentimental breasts heaved in sexual anticipation. His breath, a combination of lust and malt liquor, intoxicated her nearly as much as his words.

“My name is Julio, Julio Gottstein,” he said, his smoldering eyes aflame in the victory he would soon celebrate. “And soon, I shall have you.”

And it just gets better (worse?) as you keep reading…

SARS from space?

Here’s an interesting theory: could SARS have come to us from outer space?

Chandra Wickramasinghe, a professor at the Cardiff Centre for Astrobiology at Cardiff University in Wales, and his colleagues suggest in a letter to the scientific journal The Lancet that the SARS virus may have arrived with the 2,200 pounds of bacterial material that falls to the planet every day. That’s 20,000 bacteria per square meter of the Earth’s surface.

Some of this material is “highly evolved, with an evolutionary history closely related to life that exists on Earth,” Wickramasinghe wrote in the letter.

This, he wrote, “raises the possibility that pathogenic bacteria and viruses might also be introduced.”

So, here’s a fun little idea my sci-fi fed, conspiracy-theory enjoying little brain cooked up…

There were reports a few years back that cosmonauts aboard the Russian Mir space station had found a “mutant space bug” that was damaging the space station:

Engineers later learned that the fungi also damaged electronic equipment on Mir, including a control block for a communications device used on the outpost from 1997 to 1998 during the 24th main mission to Mir.

The microorganisms crept under the steel cover of the block and sat on electrical contacts and polyurethane pieces. As a result, parts of copper cables located nearby also were oxidized.

Subsistence for the microorganisms was certainly not the metal, glass and plastic of those devices, said Natalia Novikova, a deputy chief of the Department at the Institute of Biomedical Problems (IBMP) in Moscow.

“They consume organic stuff which consists of skin epithelia, lipids and other products of human activity,” Novikova said. “These products get into the station atmosphere from human breath, sweat etc.—and stick to the station?s surfaces.”

“Bacteria and fungi eat this stuff and generate products of metabolism, particularly organic acids which can corrode steel, glass and plastic.”

Not long after those reports came out, Mir came tumbling out of the sky, with over 27 tons of debris falling into the Pacific Ocean.

So…what if this mutant space bug that consumes organic matter was carried along on some of the debris on its way down to earth, was released into the ocean, and between prevailing currents and being ingested by or infecting fish, eventually made its way to China? One of the theories as to the source of the virus is that it came from the civet cat, “a fishing cat eaten by some Chinese people.”

So…

Space virus —> Mir —> ocean —> fish —> civet cat —> people —> SARS

Possible?

Winerism of the day

There are many people far more qualified than I to comment more in-depth on this, but I’ve got to wonder — is Dave Winer actively trying to piss people off?

Movable Type’s new TypePad service is unveiled. It appears to be what UserLand had working (for free) in 1999.

It’s good Dave’s around to keep reminding us that he invented everything. I’d hate to forget.