Unobtainium

Okay, I hate to have to enlist my army of readers yet again, but maybe one of you owned the US version of the Technics SU-C01 preamp back in the day and have this little beauty squirreled away in a box somewhere. It’s a proprietary (although strictly speaking not required) connector cord for the C01 micro series components that came out in 1979. Sure, you can connect the tuner to the pre-amp to the amplifier with regular RCA cords, but this was always a much more elegant solution.

I found one source online that had the part listed (SPJ9401), but when I actually went to order, it came back as discontinued. I just missed out on not one, but two Yahoo Japan auctions for the thing, so I’m hoping I can locate one somewhere else. Maybe one of my thousands of readers?

I sold my previous set of C01s (with the connector) ten years ago to a friend back east, and he thinks he still has the part and is willing to sell it back to me, but he recently moved and is occupied with more pressing tasks than rummaging through boxes to locate it. Interestingly, before shipping the components to him I thought about keeping the cord just in case I ever got another set because I knew it would next to impossible to replace, but ultimately decided to pass it on.

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The Morning After

Was it a Blue Tsunami? No, but a blue wave did wash out a good amount of the garbage infecting government.

As of this posting it’s still a toss-up between Arizona’s two Senate candidates. It may be days (or weeks) before we know the results, and even then both sides have said the courts will be enlisted no matter who wins.

And don’t panic about Jeff Session’s “resignation.” We all saw this coming—including Mr. Mueller—who has undoubtedly already got failsafes in place for this very eventuality.

The following is unabashedly stolen from I Should Be Laughing because it sums up what happened yesterday more succinctly than I could ever hope to.

Okay … was it all we hoped for? Was it better than we expected? No, but that’s okay because, first off, we took the House, putting an end to those in Congress who will do whatever the Racist-In-Chief wants to do.

Beto lost to Ted Cruz in Texas, but in the long run it might be for the best because whatever Beto O’Rourke does next, and in the future, he will always best Cruz.

Florida once again proved they put the ‘Duh’ in Flori-duh by electing racist Trumpets Ron DeSantis over Andrew Gillum, and, as of now, making it a tie between Rick Scott and Bill Nelson.

But enough about that …. Let’s talk some good stuff.

Kim Davis, the Kentucky Kounty Klerk who famously refused to sign marriage licenses for gay couples, lost her reelection bid to Democratic challenger Elwood Caudill Jr.

Karma is good.

Up in Minnesota they have elected Ilhan Omar, a Democrat, as the country’s first Somali-American elected to Congress. In Michigan, Rashida Tlaib, who also won her election. Tlaib and Omar will be the first Muslim women in Congress.

In Colorado, Jared Polis won the governor’s race and is the first openly gay person to be elected governor in America.

Funny side note: the Colorado cake baker who refused to bake a cake for a gay couple now has a gay governor.

Angie Craig, a lesbian candidate, won her race to take the U.S. House seat for Minnesota, unseating Republican Jason Lewis, a vicious anti-LGBT lawmaker.

Allis not good everywhere, because Iowa has reelected Nazi-sympathizer, racist and white supremacist Steve King to a ninth term. Really, Iowa?

Democrat Anthony Brindisi is the winner of the race for New York’s 22nd Congressional District, besting Trump supporter and asshat, Claudia Tenney.

Gay former Marine Neil Rafferty won his race for the State House in Alabama. The seat was vacated by Patricia Todd, Alabama’s first openly gay legislator.

Chris Pappas is now New Hampshire’s first openly gay member of Congress.

Kris Koback, a Trump lapdog, wanted to be governor of Kansas; Kansans said, ‘No.’

Dana Rohrabacher, one of Putin’s favorite lawmakers, appears to have lost his bid for reelection to represent California’s 48th congressional district in Congress.

GOP Governor Scott Walker lost in Wisconsin.

Massachusetts voters have handed a resounding victory for transgender people, voting Yes On 3 and defeating a first-of-its-kind effort to repeal the state’s landmark transgender rights law.

J.D. Ford, another openly gay man, bested Republican Mike Delph, who is best known for his staunch opposition to gay marriage equality.

Sharice Davids made history as the first openly gay Native American elected to Congress in Kansas.

Jennifer Webb, another LGBTQ candidate, and Democrat won a narrow victory to take a seat in Florida’s state Legislature. Webb is the first openly LGBTQ woman elected to that position.

Ayanna Presley has become the first Black congresswoman in Massachusetts.

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is the youngest person ever in the House of Representatives.

Lauren Underwood wins her House race, becoming the first Black Woman to win her Illinois district.

91% of all the House candidates Trump endorsed lost last night.

Democrats flipped—as of posting time last night—some 28 House seats.

Democrats have flipped 5 governor seats.

Democrats have flipped 4 state legislative chambers.

Democrats took control of the NY State Senate.

Democrats flipped 21 state legislative seats.

Democrats flipped 3 state Supreme Court seats.

Democrats broke the North Carolina GOP supermajority.

Democrats rebuilt the “Blue Wall” in Michigan, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin and that’s a big deal for 2020.

Winning the House means that Adam Schiff, not Trump lapdog Devin Nunes, will chair the House Intel Committee.

Democrats can investigate and check the Trump Administration.

Your votes mattered.

But, no matter what happens, remember this: we are done with Paul Ryan.

And don’t feel bad about the lack of a Blue Tsunami. With wins at local and state levels we are setting the stage for 2020 and beyond; with wins for women and people of color and LGBTQ Americans, we are setting the stage to take the power from old rich white men.

The game is on!

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This is Brilliant

A Deal With The Devil

The deal was simple; we’d get to ask him a couple of questions and he got to ask us a couple of questions. A bit odd if you ask me. What could The Devil possibly want to know from us? I couldn’t tell you.

“Is heaven real?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice like dying embers in a fireplace, “and so is hell.”

“Who goes to heaven?”

“Whoever God wants there.”

“I’m afraid that’s much too vague for us.”

“What’s that like?” he asked, his eyes perking up.

“I’m sorry?”

“What’s it like to be afraid?”

A bit confused, I tried my best to describe the feeling of fear. My explanation was a bit clumsy but he appeared to be satisfied with it.

“Why’d you want to know that?” I asked.

“Because when God made me, he didn’t give me the ability to feel fear. I can’t feel lots of things.”

“What can you feel?”

“Pain.”

I got us back on track.

“Can you elaborate on your answer from before? About heaven?”

“Of course. Heaven is open to all of God’s creations, whatever they do.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. When I was called in, the people in charge told me that my primary objective was to secure information on how humanity could get to heaven. With that sorted, anything else I gathered was a bonus.

“Are you going to heaven too? Since you were created by God,” I asked.

“I could, but I won’t,” he replied.

“Why?”

“Because I committed the most egregious sin. I did something only God was supposed to do.”

“What’s that?”

“I tried to create angels. They didn’t work out. My angels were made in my image, so I guess I’m to blame. All they do is cause suffering and destruction, so God said they had to go to hell, to suffer for an eternity”

“You mean the demons?”

“Yes, I guess I do. I couldn’t go to heaven, not while my creations were suffering. So I decided that when the time came, I would travel to hell and suffer with them.”

“Why?”

“Because I love them.”

I checked my watch, “Time’s almost up.”

“Yes it is.” he replied.

“I have to go back and get debriefed.” I said, preparing to leave the facility.

“They’ll be ecstatic when they get the good news.”

“And what might that be?”

“That no matter what we do, we’re going to heaven.”

“But you’re not, or anyone else for that matter.”

“But,” I said, my voice wavering, “You said…”

“Yes, I know what I said my child. But you’re not one of God’s creations,” he said with a tone I would mistake for sadness if I didn’t know better,

“You’re one of mine.”

Source

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Welcome to San Francisco

I had been in San Francisco for about five months. One weekend afternoon my newly-minted friend Kevin (also new to The City) and I decided to go exploring, so we bought tickets to the ferry and headed out to Alcatraz Island. The weather started out well, but by mid afternoon after we’d finished the tour and were ready to head home, clouds moved in and an epic downpour started. While we sheltered in one of the old guard shacks near the dock waiting for the ferry, one of the park rangers at the visitor center caught my eye. I do so love a man in uniform. But who doesn’t? He was blond, bearish, and as I remember, sported an enormous mustache as did most guys in 1987. I guess I was being less than discreet, because I’d apparently caught his eye as well.

When the ferry finally arrived, like two drowned rats Kevin and I made our way to the dock, where said ranger was assisting passengers boarding the ferry. As we walked past, our eyes locked on each other and he said, “Hope you enjoyed your visit. Come back any time!”

I took that as an invitation…or maybe a dare. Kevin and I looked at each other after we’d boarded and Kevin said, “He was so flirting with you.” “No way!” I said. “He was just being friendly.” (Not believing a word, even as I was speaking it.)

As the week passed, I couldn’t get that ranger’s face out of my head. I resolved that first thing Saturday, I’d head back out to the island.

He wasn’t at the visitor center when I arrived, and I was worried that I happened to return on one of his days off. After wandering the island for a half hour or so I returned to the center and asked if he was working, and they said yes; he was leading a tour in the cellblock—the one place I failed to look.

When I caught up with the tour group and he saw me standing there, he literally lost track of what he was saying and a big smile spread across his face.

After the tour ended, he asked what I was doing there and I said, “Hoping to run into you again.”

“I’m just about ready to go on my lunch break. Would you like to join me?”

Duh.

We sat on a bench that afforded an incredible view of the city, and after finishing his sandwich, Jay gave me a private tour, including several “restricted” areas on the northwest side of the island.

No Virginia, we did not fornicate. But we did make out for pretty much the remainder of his break on a grassy area by the prison laundry.

We exchanged numbers and made plans to go out later that week.

It was at that dinner that he dropped the bomb: he would love to see where this would lead, but he was moving to Australia in two weeks and didn’t think it would be fair to get involved with anyone only to say goodbye such a short time later.

We got together once more after that, and then as quickly as he’d come into my life, Jay was gone. And we never did get naked. Phone disconnected, a “For Rent” sign outside his flat, and all I had to remember him were my memories and a copy of “Gay Love Signs” he’d given me. I still have that book in a box somewhere.

Welcome to San Francisco, indeed.

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I Just Wanna Go Home

That’s a thought that’s been darting in and out of my consciousness going on at least five or six years now.

Even when I’m home.

I first noticed it after we moved to Denver. Understandable, since I’d just uprooted my entire world and was feeling very unmoored. But even three and a half years after returning to Phoenix it still hasn’t gone away. By all accounts this little brick house we’ve occupied for the last three and a half years is home, and the thought of having to move out in a little over a month’s time if I don’t find work is profoundly distressing, but still I find myself sitting at my desk, or watching television, or doing the laundry and out of nowhere that thought will pop up, often accompanied by a profound sadness at the direction the world and my life has taken lately.

But if you ask me to describe the “home” I want to go home to, I’m at a loss for words. If anything, I don’t think it’s a place per se, but rather simply a sense of security and…settledness that has been conspicuously absent since we initially left Phoenix. Compound that with the feeling the entire world has become a powder keg that’s just waiting for someone to light a match and well…you get an idea.

 

 

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