Saturday, October 16, 2010

Why the "It Gets Better" campaign is needed.


A friend of mine sent this to me and I loved it.Dan could not have said it better.I am sharing this with you.......

Why the It Gets Better campaign is needed.

By Dan Savage on October 15, 2010
 
Listener comments to Savage:
 I was listening to the radio yesterday morning, and I heard an interview with you about your It Gets Better campaign. I was saddened and frustrated with your comments regarding people of faith and their perpetuation of bullying. As someone who loves the Lord and does not support gay marriage, I can honestly say I was heartbroken to hear about the young man who took his own life.
If your message is that we should not judge people based on their sexual preference, how do you justify judging entire groups of people for any other reason (including their faith)? There is no part of me that took any pleasure in what happened to that young man, and I know for a fact that is true of many other people who disagree with your viewpoint.
To that end, to imply that I would somehow encourage my children to mock, hurt, or intimidate another person for any reason is completely unfounded and offensive. Being a follower of Christ is, above all things, a recognition that we are all imperfect, fallible, and in desperate need of a savior. We cannot believe that we are better or more worthy than other people.
Please consider your viewpoint, and please be more careful with your words in the future. —L.R 
SAVAGE Commentary:
I’m sorry your feelings were hurt by my comments.
No, wait. I’m not. Gay kids are dying. So let’s try to keep things in perspective: F___ your feelings.
A question: Do you “support” atheist marriage? Interfaith marriage? Divorce and remarriage? All are legal, all go against Christian and/or traditional ideas about marriage, and yet there’s no “Christian” movement to deny marriage rights to atheists or people marrying outside their respective faiths or people divorcing and remarrying.
Why the hell not?
 
Sorry, L.R., but so long as you support the denial of marriage rights to same-sex couples, it’s clear that you do believe that some people—straight people—are “better or more worthy” than others.

And—sorry—but you are partly responsible for the bullying and physical violence being visited on vulnerable LGBT children. The kids of people who see gay people as sinful or damaged or disordered and unworthy of full civil equality—even if those people strive to express their bigotry in the politest possible way (at least when they happen to be addressing a gay person)—learn to see gay people as sinful, damaged, disordered, and unworthy. And while there may not be any gay adults or couples where you live, or at your church, or in your workplace, I promise you that there are gay and lesbian children in your schools. And while you can only attack gays and lesbians at the ballot box, nice and impersonally, your children have the option of attacking actual gays and lesbians, in person, in real time.  Real gay and lesbian children. Not political abstractions, not “sinners.” Gay and lesbian children.

Try to keep up: The dehumanizing bigotries that fall from the lips of “faithful Christians,” and the lies about us that vomit out from the pulpits of churches that “faithful Christians” drag their kids to on Sundays, give your children license to verbally abuse, humiliate, and condemn the gay children they encounter at school. And many of your children—having listened to Mom and Dad talk about how gay marriage is a threat to family and how gay sex makes their magic sky friend Jesus cry—feel justified in physically abusing the LGBT children they encounter in their schools. You don’t have to explicitly “encourage [your] children to mock, hurt, or intimidate” queer kids. Your encouragement—along with your hatred and fear—is implicit. It’s here, it’s clear, and we’re seeing the fruits of it: dead children.

Oh, and those same dehumanizing bigotries that fill your straight children with hate? They fill your gay children with suicidal despair. And you have the nerve to ask me to be more careful with my words?

Did that hurt to hear? Good. But it couldn’t have hurt nearly as much as what was said and done to Asher Brown and Justin Aaberg and Billy Lucas and Cody Barker and Seth Walsh—day-in, day-out for years—at schools filled with bigoted little monsters created not in the image of a loving God, but in the image of the hateful and false “followers of Christ” they call Mom and Dad. —Dan

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Hate, be my friend, begs Logic




This.....
Then this....
And now this....
And of course, we have the 24-hour cartoon network with cartoons such as.....
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/09/27/ann-coulter-to-gay-conser_n_740066.html


http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/11/nyregion/11paladino.html


Gays must not be allowed to get married.
Gays must not be allowed to adopt children.
Gays must not be allowed to teach in schools.
Gays must not be allowed to love.
Gays are evil!
Kill the gays!
Homosexuality is an abomination!
Such hate.
Why?
What did we do to deserve this?
Why are people threatened by us?
Religion has, to a large extent, fired this condemnation of homosexuals and homosexuality but are these “guardians of morality” leading their lives strictly by the scriptures themselves?  Besides, is this a really savvy way to uphold their religious beliefs through... hate and anger?  Really poor marketing, guys!  I bet your God up there is wincing and squirming over it too.  I thought religion was all about love and peace but the actions of its ambassadors speak to the contrary.  
They want to “protect” marriage.  Protect?
And it begins with depriving us?  Really?  Seriously?
The institution of marriage has been reduced to a joke and it is not our handiwork.  Look around.  It is reduced to a caricature.  
Marriage is between a man and a woman who divorce and marry again and again and again and again.  And if you are lucky enough to be Brittany Spears, you can get married for a few hours just for kicks.  Went out, got drunk, got married and the nuptials were annulled the next morning.  
Is the right to get married truly sacred to those who enjoy it?
(Hey, the esteemed Tiger Woods and Company, feel free to chime in here anytime.) 
Do they even cherish it?  
According to the recent census, 3.8 million “married” couples live apart and lead separate lives and even date separately, thereby enjoying “open relationships”.  (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21369007/).  
Is that okay according to the scriptures?  What does the Bible say about these 3.8 million Americans whose “legal marriage” is recognized by the Church, State and Federal governments?
Given the right, the gays might bring some meaning and substance to it, quite like we gentrify abandoned and rough neighborhoods, clean them up, turn them into hip places to be and then....the “others” move in hordes.
I am an atheist.  I don’t believe in any organized religion.
But the Christian beliefs heavily influence the state laws here.
Why are those laws applied to me, someone who does not believe in those laws, in this “land of all-encompassing freedom, equal rights and opportunity”?  Equal rights?  Do I have the same rights as a heterosexual does? Is this the America of modern times?  Or, have we taken a U-turn for the dark ages?
The last few days have been challenging for the gay community in America.
They brought with them a passionate awakening.  
The teen suicides and the brutal assaults right here in New York City drew attention.
Bogged down by the strife and challenges of daily lives, we had turned our backs to the dark shadow of hate that follows us everywhere.
People make remarks, we ignore it and move on with our lives.
Some of my closest friends have, unbeknownst to them, slipped and revealed their innermost revulsion for the gay lifestyle.  I ignored it.  Why make a scene, I would wonder.  Looking at the bigger picture, I would value their friendship more than the hurtful remark they made.  It is okay, don’t over-react, I would console myself and move on.
But is it really okay?  A friend’s daughter informs us that it is very common in schools for kids to react with disdain and revulsion when anything “gay” is a topic of discussion.  She attends one of the premier institutions of education in New York City.  How are these kids embracing this message of hate at that young age?  Who is handing down this flaming torch of hatred to their kids?  What a disservice it is to the next generation to give the gift of hate.  
The ugly face of hate-and-kill-the-gays is rising again it seems, but I wonder if it ever did go away?  Political correctness may have pushed it, and many other social ills targeted at others who are faulted for being different, under water, however, it continues to breathe, it lurks just below the surface, ready to leap out and lunge.  
I am gay.  
I was born with a preference for a man, not a woman.
So I must be spat at, burned, beaten, bullied, sodomized and killed?
The logic is stunning.
Is it because I am gay or,....something deeper that lurks in the conscience of these haters?  I wonder if by beating me to a pulp, they are truly beating their own demons that haunt them.  If that is true, would these demons even exist if our society was more accepting and embracing of who we are?  
Ever wondered why someone chooses to be in the proverbial closet?  Why would anyone hide their true identity if it was socially acceptable?  
Homosexuality is as old as the human race.
You can be white, black, jewish, arab, asian, christian, muslim, hindu, woman, man, child, adult, a parrot, a mouse or a pooch....
You can be any race, any color, any type, any species...and, you could still ALSO be gay.  
Seriously, it is not a choice.  We don’t choose this.  We are born this way.
Quite like heterosexuality is not a choice, neither is homosexuality.
Heterosexuality is as normal or abnormal as homosexuality.
The only difference is, homosexuality has been the target of bad press from the beginning of time. 
Acts of violence, brutality and killings will not erase homosexuality.  
But then again, hate, fearing its own demise, has never been a friend of logic....

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Berlin Marathon - September 26, 2010




Berlin, Germany

Monday, September 27, 2010

6:30am


I was awake at 5:20am. Couldn’t go back to sleep. Too much Israeli wine last night, I guess. Couldn’t stay in bed any longer, so I decided to come down to the cafe here in my hotel in Berlin and have some coffee while I ponder over yesterday.

The city is awake.

The sun is rising gently.

Light pop music floats through the empty cafe.

I can see through the glass windows and door, from where I sit and type this, raindrops falling on the wet, glistening street. It is cold here Berlin, at least, cold for me. I am told this is typical weather for Berlin at this time of the year - wet, cold and dreary.


As I sit and ponder over yesterday, images in snapshots burst in my mind.

Pouring rain, Kika and Thomas on the other side of the barricades, holding my hands to keep them warm;

a runner dragging his feet at the 20 kilometer sign with his face red and twisted in agony;

passing by an 82-year old woman runner on the course and heaving a sigh of relief that I am ahead of her(!);

the roar of cheering crowds on the course, the happy, excited faces, the energy and enthusiasm in their bodies as they danced, sang and encouraged us to keep going;

the sound of falling rain drops on my cap, my soaking wet body;

the puddles on the streets we tried but failed to avoid;

the candles in my room, gifts and balloons littered all over my bed, the flowing wine.....

each image is sublime and unique, rendering the entire experience to be unforgettable.


I wanted to run the Berlin Marathon for the last 3 years. I had heard about it as one of the premier races in Europe. It finally happened this year. September was a busy month - athletically. The Budapest Half Marathon (September 5th), followed by the Toughman Half Ironman (September 12th) and 2 weeks later, the Berlin Marathon. When I mulled over my schedule for September a few months ago, it was with trepidation. How will I manage all of my commitments in one month?, I agonized over the thought. But, one by one, it happened and all three races are behind me now. I am both relieved and satisfied.


I arrived here in Berlin on Saturday morning. The weather was grey, gloomy and wet. The hotel is lovely, the staff very friendly and the ambience eclectic, warm and somewhat bohemian. My dear friend Kika (she is more family, than a friend to me) from Tel Aviv had arrived here a day earlier and she met up with her friend Thomas, who arrived from Oldenburg, Germany. They were here to support and cheer me at the race. Frankly, their presence at the race was the highlight of the event for me. As an athlete, there is nothing more gratifying and uplifting than the support of friends while racing. We went to the Race Expo to fetch the “race packet” and dined at a delightful vegan restaurant called “Yellow Sunshine”.


I opened the window on Sunday at 5:30am and heard rainfall. It was chilly and very wet. I am most comfortable running in warm or hot weather. Sweating does not bother me at all. Heat is always welcomed, icy winds are not. I met Kika and Thomas at the U-Bahn (subway) stop nearest to the Tiergarten, which was the site of the start and finish of the marathon.


A collateral gain of the Toughman Triathlon two weeks ago was a fractured middle toe which had caused some anxious moments for me. My podiatrist and chiropractor advised against running and recommended nursing the toe but, opting out of the Berlin race was not an option for me. I had salivated over the delicious idea for several months now and what made it really special was that it coincided with my birthday. I decided to run the race as my birthday gift to me. What a great way to celebrate a birthday, I fantasized. Wake up early in the morning in a new, unfamiliar city, run 26.2 miles (42.125 kms) with 41,000 other runners who share and relish this "madness", send your body tumbling into a state of shock, render the hips, ankles and knees crackling in pain.....all for a finisher’s medal with my birthday inscribed on it. I figured, it was all worth it. I did my best to nurse the fractured toe but did not allow it to influence me to reconsider my steadfast determination to run the Berlin race.


I was on the other side of the barricades. Kika and Thomas held my hand in their’s to keep it warm. Rain fell rapidly from the skies above. Green balloons floated in the firmament. The air was thick with euphoria, excitement and anticipation. I stood in the corral of the slowest runners at the back of the pack. We began running. One foot in front of the other. An exercise that was repeated for 4 hours and 45 minutes until I crossed the finish line. The course was flat. The weather was awful. The spirit was alive and kicking. When it got tough during the race, I thought of my dear friend Michelle and her struggle with Lyme disease. Michelle’s Herculean fight and fortitude is an inspiration. Lately I think of her while racing and derive strength and determination. Thank you, Michelle.


There is that singular thought which keeps you going - with every step, you get closer to your goal.

Stopping in your strides is not an option.

Looking back is not an option. We all want options in life but, sometimes it is good not to have any.

You can move forward, only.

Ideal for a marathon, perfect for life.



Monday, September 13, 2010

Toughman Half Ironman





1.2 mile swim, 56 miles biking and 13.1 mile run (70.3 miles)

Sunday September 12, 2010

Croton Point Park, New York


Back in May this year while I was trying to find a Half Ironman distance triathlon race to do in 2010, I chanced upon the Toughman Half IM. I read the reviews of the athletes who had raced it in the past and based upon some of their views I wondered if I was ready for something as difficult as the race they had described in their reviews. I decided to contact the race director - Richard Izzo and confess to him that I was toying with the idea of considering his race but wasn’t sure if I had the ability to tackle the “toughness” of the course. In my email, I shared with him that I was a poor biker and swimmer and was especially worried about the swim in the Hudson. Rich responded promptly and tried to allay my concerns and encouraged me to register. Rich and I went back and forth in our email exchanges (until I drove him nuts!) and I also learned that my Chiropractor, Marc Bochner, is the designated Medical Director for the Race. Marc also contacted me and encouraged that I jump in. I did.


Since May, I was consumed with anxiety about race day - Sunday, September 12th. Will I be able to do it? How tough can it be? Am I training hard enough? Alongside, I was trying to determine where to stay during race weekend, its distance from the race venue (Croton Point Park), how to reach the race venue from NYC by train (I don’t drive and don’t have a car), its distance from the hotel, nearest Metro North train stations to the race venue and the hotel, how to get from the hotel to race site and then back to the hotel after racing a Half Ironman, places close to the hotel where I could possibly find vegan food,....every little detail had to be thought out extensively, every step had to be predetermined, every untoward occurrence had to be conceived and planned for in advance. Slowly but eventually it was all planned and set in place for race day. Although I drove Rich (the Race Director) crazy with my emails, I laud him for his patience and fortitude for dealing with me and my anxieties. He was enormously helpful in the process.


I learned that the Race organizers were organizing a “Training Clinic” - a preview of the race course - one weekend in August. I thought it would be ideal to check out the race course, gain some familiarity with the neighborhood and allay my concerns related to the location of the hotel, distances between race venue (Croton Point Park) and the Westchester Marriot Hotel, the location of the Croton Harmon and Tarrytown Metro North Train Stations, vegan/veggie-friendly restaurants nearby, etc. The Clinic/Preview was being held on August 14th and 15th (swim and bike on Saturday and, run on Sunday).


Since my office building does not allow bikes to be brought upstairs and I refuse to leave my expensive racing bike downstairs, I wondered where would I leave my bike during the day on Friday August 13th, while I worked in the office. Problem solved thanks to the generosity and kindness of my dentist Dr, Zhu (and my dear friend Eliza) who agreed to store my bike in his office for a few hours while I worked. I dropped my bike at Dr. Zhu’s clinic in Chinatown, Eliza also came in early to work that morning to assist me, then I rushed to the office next to Grand Central. Picked up the bike later from Chinatown, made a dash for Grand Central Terminal and off I went to Tarrytown, NY for the race clinic on Friday August 13th. The clinic turned out to be a terrific decision. I swam in the same waters we were to swim on race day and then biked the entire course with a team of professionals and coaches. It was a very well organized clinic and I was glad that I took part in it. It helped a lot. There I met Jeff Boyer - a triathlon USAT certified coach. Since I was slowest among the bikers that day and trailing far behind from the rest, Jeff was keeping tabs on the slower bikers and biking with us at the back of the pack. During that bike ride, I found Jeff’s coaching tips to be very useful and was impressed how he observed everything I was doing wrong. He hovered close-by and kept pushing me which helped me a lot. I stayed in touch with Jeff after the clinic via email and appreciated his support. Too bad I am in Staten Island and he coaches in Westchester or else he would be my triathlon coach for sure.


Fast forward to Race Day Weekend.


I took the Metro North Train on Saturday September 11th from Grand Central to Tarrytown. While on the train I met another triathlete heading to the same hotel for the same race - Luis. Incidentally, I had met Luis very briefly three years ago on the Metro North Train while returning from another triathlon in Westchester. We biked to the hotel, checked in, settled in our respective rooms, I ate my vegan dinner brought from home and tried to sleep. I was out at 9pm but woke up at 1:30am and never went back to sleep. Got out of bed at 3:30am, and both Luis and I took a cab to the race venue at 5:30am. I was in the water with my wave of athletes at 7:20am. As always, my poor siting skills took me all over in the water and I probably ended up swimming more than the required distance of 1.2 miles.


Out of the water, got my wetsuit stripped off me with the help of awaiting strippers and I was on the bike, wet, muddy and dripping. Sunday was a cool and damp day in Westchester and I am more of a warm weather athlete. Racing in warm/hot weather does not bother me., however, cool chills can be very distracting for me. (Oh! I forgot to mention, I was down with some viral fever on Wednesday and was popping Advils and Tylenols like candy!) Also, I found it rather windy on the bike course. The wind never seemed to calm down. Followed me everywhere! Scaling up and down treacherous hills (Westchester can be very hilly) with Jeff’s imaginary voice barking instructions in my head to “peddle! peddle!!...peddle!!!!”, I finished the bike ride in 4 hours. There was something awry with my bike. An annoying “squeaking” sound emanating from the pedals plagued the entire ride and pedaling was not as smooth. I must have it checked at the bike shop. I stopped a few times to get some nutrition and “irrigate the bushes and trees” on the course. I need to learn to urinate in my shorts while biking. I hear most athletes do it to save time but I have always been squeamish about it. I need to get over it.


Mighty relieved after finishing the 56-mile bike ride, I changed into my running shoes and embarked on the 13.1-mile run. Both the bike and run courses have sections that are visually stunning - breathtakingly beautiful. We ran over and under bridges with stunning views of the Croton Dam, and through quiet, snaking dirt trails in what seemed like a wooded area, where all that could be heard was sneakers hitting the dirt and heavy breathing of fellow runners. The run course turns particularly arduous in the second half with a steep incline but it hits us at close to mile 10 but by then the sweet thoughts of being so close to the finish line keeps us moving up the hill with undying determination and grit. I helped other athletes during the run to keep moving and gave some of them company and encouragement as they struggled. The hill was over before I knew it. A fellow runner yelled out at me “TOUGHMAN!” as I ran up that hill without stopping. Ha!


I crossed the finish line. 7 hours and 23 minutes by my watch but the Results Tally places me at 7 hours and 25 minutes. My name was called out as I finished and I was declared as a Toughman. Despite the tough course and the cooler-than-usual weather conditions (for me), I thoroughly enjoyed the race. The organization is excellent and the volunteers were amazing. An enormous effort and hard work goes into these races, not merely by the athletes, even more so by the organizers and this race had it all. I will be there next year!


In May I was circumspect about finishing, but today I have the finisher’s medal. Sometimes the hardest part is to believe. I agree with FDR, only thing we have to fear is fear itself.


Monday, September 6, 2010

Labor Day Weekend 2010 - A romp about Budapest, Hungary


THE HALF MARATHON - Sunday, September 5, 2010
It was a sunny but cold and windy morning. The city came alive with runners converging upon the Varosliget (the City Park) which is where the race began and ended. Varosliget was once a marshland and served as a royal hunting ground but later it was cleared and planted. It was also the site for the millenium celebrations in 1896 and also includes the very majestic and magnificient "Hero's Square". The route for the Half Marathon took us through some of the most beautiful sections of the City. I just wished it was warmer.

THE POST-RACE DIP IN THE SZECHENYI BATHS

http://gallery.me.com/deepakghosh#100844&bgcolor=black&view=carouseljs&sel=0

This "spa" has the hottest thermal baths in Budapest and the added attraction of magnificent Neo-Baroque architecture. Considered as the bathing complex in Europe, it comprises of indoor and outdoor swimming and thermal pools. The water is also deemed to have therapeutic qualities.

MEALS AT NEPFENYES ETTEREM (A VEGAN RESTAURANT)

I dined here every night. A little gem of a vegan restaurant with very friendly English-speaking and well-informed staff. The food was fresh and delicious and presented very well. Surprisingly, vegan food was very cheap in Budapest. I made friends with the restaurant staff and invited them over to NYC.

HERO'S SQUARE (DAY AND NIGHT)
Here lies the Millenium Monument which was built to commemorate Hungary's millenium celebrations in 1896.
At the center of the monument is a 120 feet high Corinthian Column upon which stands the Archangel Gabriel holding St Istvan's crown and apostolic cross. These objects signify Hungary's conversion to Christianity under the rule of King Istvan. The column is embraced by two curved colonades featuring statues of some great Hungarians.

THE METRO NETWORK OF BUDAPEST
The M1, M2 and M3 lines service the city. Compared to NYC Subway, they appeared as little "toy trains". Ha! Budapest is serviced by trams, metro and buses. The Metro service halts at around 11:30pm and resumes in the morning.

LUNCH AT HUMMUS BAR
A hole in the wall eatery serving very fresh, cheap middle-eastern, Israeli food. I loved the food there. It brought back memories of Tel Aviv. The staff is friendly and speak English and have the menu available in English.

THE GREAT SYNAGOGUE

This is the largest synagogue in Europe. Built in Byzantine-Moorish style by the Viennese architect Ludwig Forster between 1854-9. Can accommodate 3000 worshippers. Stunning from both inside and outside and very appealing to the eye during day and night times.


THE HOUSE OF TERROR MUSEUM

The museum is located in the former headquarters of the secret police of both the Nazis and the Communist governments. It records the grim events and practices of the "double occupation" of Hungary at the end of the WWII


RANDOM SNAPSHOTS
These include the Charles Bridge over the Danube, the Castle District, the Basilica, the Opera House, and other random snapshots during a romp about the City.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Silent symphony....in the stillness of time



Bright afternoon sun tearing through tall trees
Sounds of nature abound in the stillness of time
Branches waggle
Silent symphony of intoxicated leaves
Glass of wine shivers atop the rickety table
Beads of sweat erupt
The patio chair moans
His weight is on me
My left hand is ready to rip off the arm rest
Fingers dug deep into his skin
Heaving chests
Drops of sweat falling
The passion and the fray
Lips breathless and busy
The yearning soars
And then it ends
Bodies collapse
Sounds of nature abound in the stillness of time.......

The spirit is afloat, a lingering moment of joy....



July 4, 2010
11pm. Tel Aviv.
This evening.
Beach.
Warm waters of the Mediterranean Sea.
The coastline glitters.
The gentle caress of the smooth sea breeze.
The sand below our sprawled bodies.
Heels dug deep into the moist sand.
My right hand clasped in her hands next to her heaving bosom.
Souls appear out of darkness, pass by us and get swallowed by darkness beyond.
Stars twinkle in the skies above.
Waves sneek up to us, kiss our unsuspecting toes and scuttle back into the watery oblivion.
The spirit is afloat.....