I mentioned this in passing a few weeks ago, but it's been reverberating through my mind for a while now. It's been 10 years since River died. I remember hearing the news from a friend on the phone while I was at work. I didn't believe him. I clutched the desk, felt my heart sink, and wanted to make this mistake not take place. He couldn't have died; I hadn't met him yet! Growing up in love during your teens and early twenties with someone famous, who's posters cover your bedroom walls, tends to make you believe that you will meet them someday and they will love you back.

I read every article and watched every tv show about his life and death. I clipped every article and saved every tv show on tape. I even wrote letters of my own to magazines about their articles. Believe it or not, I was even published in Newsweek on the subject of River. I wore all-black clothing for three days straight. I cried in my bed at night. I even promised myself that I would carry on where he had stopped. I saw every movie he was in. I was in love with him before I came out and after. He held true even as I changed. I know all of this sounds hokey and melodramatic, and it is, but I was in love and I was devastated by a loss that was personal for me.

I can't believe it's been ten years since that period. Imagine if he hadn't died and where his career might be. I wonder if I would still be in love or would my interest have waned over the years. My poster of him I've had since that time still hangs on my refrigerator, but is torn and faded and water-stained now. Having died so young, and in fact the same age as me at the time, he lives forever in my mind as he was then. But the memories are somewhat faded and water-stained now too. I also know that in ten years I've changed greatly. But, fundamentally, I am the same person I have always been. And having feelings and emotions for River never did and never will seem silly to me at all. He was always with me even though we never met. I still miss River, everyday.

When the Traditional Values Coalition speaks, the Bush administration and Congress jump. Sad, but true. Jessie, these are the same people who called you a 'sheep.'

10 years of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" and we're still not treated equally in the military. What a bleak look back.

San Francisco's homeless problem is just terrible and disgusting. Reading these stories, about people I see everyday near my home, made me nervous and sick and troubled and digusted and angry and sad. We've got to fix this.

The "X-Files" are real, or at least, sorta real, via the "Zero Files".

Reese's Issue of the Month

I've now reached a year on my "Issue of the Month" program and I'm going to take it down for now. I'm ready to do something different. It may come back once in a while or in other forms, but for now, I'll say adieu. Thanks for reading.

'Rockers Unite to Oust Bush': Welcome to the increasingly partisan world of popular music -- where President George W. Bush is a marked man.

My Lord people! Get a grip! It's just a sale.
Paramedics called to the store found VanLester unconscious on top of a DVD player, surrounded by shoppers seemingly oblivious to her.
Yesterday was a madhouse in the City's shopping districts. I guess the economy's coming back.

WHO THE *&@! CARES!?!
It's just another gawddamn photo-op. And, oh, the insipid and blind media were surprised. Well, it seems to be more a story about the fact that the media can't figure anything out, investigate anything, or report on anything except from reading official press releases than any other type of real news story. But, boy, do we have our work cut out for us. We must unite and fight like hell and defeat Bush next year.

This is seriously one of the grossest stories I have ever read in the paper. I cringe and shudder thinking about it; I can only imagine it unfolding in real life.

I love Mr. Martin. He's one of my dearest and oldest friends. He always treats me so sweetly and we are very comfortable together. He has come all the way from Washington, DC just to visit me for one day here. And he specifically checked into the Miyako Hotel in Japantown (even though he knows he can stay with me) because he wanted me to relax and take a hot bath in their infamous deep Japanese-style tubs. And I did so tonight and it was wonderful. And he is wonderful to be so kind and generous to me. I love Mr. Martin.

Harvey Milk was assassinated 25 years ago today.

I don't know if you've been following the case of James "Yousef" Yee, the Muslim Army chaplain who had been counseling and serving the religious needs of the forced and without-lawyers detainees of the U.S. Government in Guantanamo, Cuba, but a few months ago he was charged with all kinds of terrorism and assisting-the-enemy type charges and whatnot. Muslim-Americans and Asian-Americans cried foul and worried that he was being targeted similarly as Wen Ho Lee was charged falsely in the 1990's simply because of his skin color and heritage. Well, once again the military has some major explaining to do because he's now being released, without any real clearing of his name regarding the terrorism charges, and instead he is now being maligned in the press via military charges against, get this, downloading pornography and commiting adultery. Since when are porno and adultery actions in even the same vein as terrorism? Since when are they even illegal? Well, apparently they're illegal under military code, but still, this seems to me nothing more than character assassination against someone they falsely accused in the first place and didn't have a leg to stand on with so now they're trying to make him look bad in the press so they don't look bad themselves. His wife isn't charging adultery-- the army is! His wife has this to say: "It is clear to me that the U.S. government only wants to destroy his character and his family." I'm just more and more appalled with the military and their version of 'justice.' And I wonder what Yee may know about the treatments of detainees in Guantanamo that the military was afraid he might make public. I wonder the real reason they're after Yee.

Elections

You know, I really love absentee voting. It is so easy! And I can quickly get the voting over with, or, if I want, I can carry it around with me for weeks thinking about the issues, finding out more information, and vote when I'm ready. For the November election I carried the thing around with me until the very last minute-- turning it in at my poll-- because I needed to research and think and consider and with my absentee ballot in my bag I was able to carry around all the details with me wherever I was in town, take them out during dinners or busrides or coffeebreaks and think about and ponder and decide. For the December runoff election, I got the ballot in the mail, got a pen, made my marks, put the ballot in the envelope and took it to the mailbox in about 10 minutes flat. So easy. We should encourage absentee voting more and more-- it just makes voting more fun and simple.

Wow, I wanna be a young lesbian so I can date her. She's hot, and very cool.

In San Francisco, unlike the rest of the country, we're not fighting the right-wing Republicans like we should be doing. We're fighting the holier-than-thou leftist Greens. This left-versus-left fight on the local level here wastes our resources and hurts us nationally in our fights against Bush and the Republicans. So stupid. Let's put a stop to this 'green-love' right here and right now. I am not a Green. I am a liberal. I am a leftist. But I am not a Green. I am a DEM-O-CRAT. Deal with it San Francisco. And let's not forget that as the 'greens' and 'progressives' and 'holier-than-thou's' attempt to make me and other left-wing liberal Democrats feel like suddenly we're conservatives or 'right-wingers' that I am a liberal and you can't take that away from me. I'm concerned about the big picture here too. And these issues cause great concern to MY party-- the Democrats. Going 'green' won't help matters, and won't get us anywhere but more Republicans and more right-wing crap. I'm proud to be a liberal Democrat, and expect more ranting from me to come.
If Gonzalez beats Newsom in one of the nation's most Democratic communities, it would be both a public relations and a political disaster for the party. "The national press would have a field day with that,'' said Kevin Spillane, a veteran GOP political consultant. "As a partisan Republican, anything that's good for the Greens is good for us.''

David's here!

I've been greatly concerned for the last several months regarding the now-released Cat in the Hat movie. My concerns grew from the commercials and promos that seemed rather adult for a movie ostensibly targeting kids below 10. The worst offense was the promos that showed the Cat, aka Mike Myers, grabbing a photograph of the kids' mother off the coffeetable and expressing great adult exhiliration towards the mother and magically making the picture drop into a centerfold-type photograph. The kids then say that it's a picture of their mother and the Cat then says "Awkward." Well, I guess that's supposed to be funny and it's obviously in the commercials to entice people for its humor, but I find that scene and others that I've seen on the promos real offensive-- since this movie is targeting the younger market. Obviously the market for Dr. Seuss is the under 10 audience, unless they're trying to market the movie to adults, which is not the case with this promotion. So for a movie targeting 10 year olds, there should not be that type of adult promotion and adult humor, and that's what I find distressing about the whole movie. Now, granted, I have not seen the movie, nor do I plan to since it has totally turned me off, but I have great concerns about what I've seen in the promos, and I have read the reviews where they blast it for the same adult-humor-marketed-towards-kids concerns. Kids do like gross-humor and other things to make fun of adults and such, but there is a line for these things, and this movie has crossed it with me.

10 years ago i went to go see a gay movie. my friend walter and i were hanging out in kansas city one night and decided to go see the 'gay' movie that was playing at the tivoli--the art house-- where 'little' movies played. it was called The Wedding Banquet by a little known, new director named Ang Lee. i left the moviehouse in love-- in love with the movie, in love with the gay stars of the movie, in love with everything. at that time i really knew nothing of chinese or chinese-american culture and so seeing this 'gay' movie brought me into a whole new world of asian culture. i wanted to grow up and marry wai-tung (even though now when i watch the movie i think he's a big jerk), but i digress...

tonight i went to a very special screening of the movie for it's tenth anniversary, and lo and behold the two stars were there in attendance-- winston chao and mitchell lichtenstein. time really does move on and they have moved on with their individual lives, but it's interesting to see them in person, at this anniversary viewing, and recognizing what am impact that 'little' movie made upon me and others over the years. at times the movie dates itself, both in its social references and in references to gay life, but it's story still resonates.

i'm not a star-watcher and so i didn't try to get autographs of the stars or anything. but i did get up close and look at them in person. these two men meant a lot to me back when, and here they are ten years older, in other lives, in their real lives, and here i am, in another place and time in my life. ten years ago i would never have expected where i am or how i would be, or the fact that i would be watching this movie again at this special screening with its stars. life is like that. it throws you curves, but sometimes circles back, always seeming to follow a theme. maybe it's my own theme, maybe i'm out in front of it, but sometimes i can't help but think that life is leading me in specific directions. i wonder if i'll see this movie again in ten years, and i wonder where i'll be then

We're the scariest thing that the religious right can imagine... We're two people of the same sex who want to get married and live normal married lives -- that's pretty scary.
BOO!

patience
inner peace
find your bliss
believe in the positivity of life
have faith
be strong
if you build it, they will come

two additional job proposals came this week
better days
patience
bliss

don't you know
there are times when i feel love all around
my world opens up
and i feel love all around
and i realize that it's me
not the world all around
that keeps the love from showing
because i'm too moribund
so on those rare dates of affection
and those dates of open connection
and those of thoughtful reflection
i reach out to the love
and reach out and feel the love
and remember that life is ok
and remember that i will be ok
and remember that love is there
and i feel it all around
don't you know

Celebrate, people, celebrate!
And then GET READY. And prepare yourselves for a fight like none other. And, during a presidential campaign year. It's not going to be pretty. And it's going to be difficult. But, remember, we are on the long road to winning this battle. We need to be able to take the punches along the way, because there will be many, and then recognize the long road ahead and the exhiliration at the end of that long road once we gain total freedom and equality to marry, live, and to be ourselves and be respected.
But, today, celebrate!

Scary to think the direction we're headed on nuclear weapons... There is no military, scientific or strategic reason to go nuclear at this time -- and every reason not to.

Yay!

Simpsons meet Evita?! Awesome!

This article is right on: "WAR AND REMEMBRANCE; A President MIA from Public Grief Over Casualties; The ignored American dead come home to Dover"

An interesting look back at the beginnings of Rush Limbaugh and AM radio, from someone who was there.... Insightful.

Yeah. Something I've been saying for a long time. Forget the South--- east. We can win the presidency without those states and their right-wing politics make us have to be more conservative than we need to be. Even without Florida, Gore could have won with just a few other well-placed locales that aren't in the South. Focus on strengthening our bases and winning in new winnable states that are ours to be picked up. Let the right-wing Southeast sort it out amongst themselves, and let the Republicans be defined by the right-wing ideology they've accepted and grown in the South.

where is home?

i put on my jacket
throw on my backpack
say goodbye to the cat
and head on out the door
beep beep
take the elevator down
close the gate behind
put my sunglasses on
and head on out the door
beep beep
put the piece in my ear
connect the cord to the phone
dial the numbers to my house
chat away with my mom
beep beep,
beep beep
get to the shop
tell my mom i gotta go
turn off the phone
and head in through the door
beep beep
order up a coffee
mix in the milk
find my paper in the bin
and take a place to sit
beep beep
place my backpack on the floor
take my jacket off my back
straighten out the table
and flip through the news
beep beep
read for an hour
think through it all
finish up my coffee
and head on out the door
beep beep,
beep beep

this is just a peek
into my every day
coffee in the morning
and head on out the door
beep beep,
beep beep

so i says to my friend Esther, i says, "i was shocked that AsianWeek didn't endorse Kamala during the general election." Kamala was one of three candidates for the City's District Attorney and she is half Indian-- the other two candidates are white boys, although one is married to a Pacific Islander. Anyway, still, Kamala has strong, strong ties to the API community here in San Francisco. so, like i said, i was shocked at that. and then Esther says, she says, that the Fangs, who own AsianWeek, also own two other local papers-- the Examiner and the Independent-- and they were probably covering their bets in the election: i.e. three local papers, three different endorsements, and Kamala got the Independent's. Pretty slick politics there. So then i says, i says, "you mean, the endorsements aren't made based upon policy issues for the City?" and we both had a good, hearty laugh....

It is Orwellian that you would have the Civil Rights Division enforce a law which has essentially been found by the Supreme Court to violate the civil rights of millions of American women.

Mariah is 10! It's my niece's birthday today! Happy Birthday to the Little Kid! What was going on Ten years ago:

1) The birth of my wonderful niece!
2) I was a skinny 23 year old kid who was clubbing out at the Gay bars in Kansas City every night I could. I was also working for the local Planned Parenthood which began my political and government interests. I started applying to graduate schools in that area that fall. I was also working part-time at a hospital emergency room on weekend nights.
3) The number one song this week was "I'd do anything for love (but I won't do that)" (an ode to my niece to come?) by Meat Loaf. Everyone was also dancing to "All that she wants" from that crazy new group Ace of Base and being told how to 'work' by RuPaul. And everyone was trying their best to not hear "I will always love you" by Whitney Houston anymore.
4) President Clinton was still in his first year of office. Frat-boy George W. Bush was gearing up for a run for Governor of Texas against the great Woman Governor Ann Richards.
5) Late-Night Wars between Letterman, Leno, and O'Brien were the talk of the town.
6) Jurassic Park and Mrs. Doubtfire were raking in the dough at the movies.
7) Michael Jackson was possibly caught doing something with kids, and his downfall began.
8) John Wayne Bobbitt had something taken away from him by his knife-wielding wife.
9) Cheers went off the air. My favorite show was no more.
10) River Phoenix died. And I wore black for three days out of personal devastation and devotion.

But most importantly, my niece was born!!!!!

sometimes i feel like i need to create a separate blog just for the things that i want to say about life and things that i do in my personal life.... that i wouldn't want to admit publicly. skeletons in the closet of life so to speak. can a public blog tell personal secrets? and really who on earth would want to read something like that?

News for my sister and my niece: CBS developing a Hilary Duff pilot. Is there anything that Hilary Duff can't do?

Amaya has adopted my computer chair as her current favorite place to rest. She takes it anytime I get up and refuses to get up when I come back. I don't mind her sitting in it when I don't need it, but this is becoming a bit insane. It's MY chair.

President Bush could end the judicial gridlock by offering candidates who are, at minimum, committed to fundamental constitutional principles and, unlike Brown, understand the role of government in protecting individual rights.

Not to knock a guy when he's down, but I've said things like this before and I'll say it again: I just don't like Governor Gray Davis. I loved him before he was elected and I loved him at first, but he really disappointed, more than words can express, and only became something I liked when he was campaigning to save his job during the recall-- because he started doing what I had always hoped he would do from the beginning: govern strong and support important liberal causes without being wishy-washy. I was against the Recall because of the effect it had on public policy and because of the fact that it was a Republican coup. But that doesn't take away the fact that Davis was a terrible governor on the whole, mostly doing good things only because he was forced to by the Legislature or by the Recall. And the way he's leaving, making a lot of last-minute appointments without care to the fact that he's been forced out-- not a normal election loss-- just makes him and the Democratic Party look like it's all about political favoritism. This is the same kind of stuff I hate the Republicans and the Bush Administration for. Pretty sad and pathetic. Maybe he'll come back and maybe I'll change my mind later, again, but for right now I'm not that sad to see him go. And I'm a strong, partisan Democrat.

why are infomercials so intoxicating?

"We are the World" once again, but with a hippity-hop/tribal/rapping gyration for a new generation. Can't you just hear the syrupy chorus over the nuevo rapping bridge? Man, it gon be tight!

Senator Al Franken? Governor Arnold?

News creating news? There was no real 'Macs vs. PCs?' question during Rock the Vote debate. But it is catchy. And we all live in a catchy, entertaineducutegovernmedia world.

I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much lately. I've been so busy with visitors lately that I haven't had time. And, well, I have a job now too. Crazy times. But I'm getting back into the groove. Don't you worry 'bout a thing.

Times when you eat your own words

Ever since the other local newspaper in town, the San Francisco Examiner, fell apart a few years ago, got bought and sold, and all the major staff moved over to the other major daily paper, the San Francisco Chronicle, I've made fun of it. Early on I had picked it up and flipped through its now concise 10 or so pages and would be sad about how flimsy and terrible the news was.

But something's changed. A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago that the Examiner was actually now the best news in town on local politics and goings-on. I scoffed at first, but then I actually picked it up and skipped over the national news that was pathetic and the entertainment new that was plastered all over the first few pages, and found the articles on local politics. And, wow, it was true. There's all kinds of good local news in there. Now I read it everyday I can. I'm so glad I had that conversation with my friend. And I'm glad to see the Examiner finding a voice again.

It never occurred to me in my wildest dreams that I would then see [the Bush administration] coming in on the side of Saddam Hussein and his regime to absolve them of responsibility for the brutal torture of Americans.

Whale Rider is a terrific movie about a strong young girl. It's especially moving to watch it with a strong young girl at your side. My niece is growing up so strong and smart and fast.

My niece is here!

She's actually not much different from hanging out with Jessie. She eats candy and ice cream and sweets all the time-- especially gooey, chewy stuff. She loves donuts-- the sweeter the better. And, well, also has a thing for young boys.

The possible next Governor of Louisiana, the right-wing Republican running against the Democrat in next week's election, had a Showdown with Satan during college and the experience helped to convert him from his native Hinduism to Orthodox Catholicism. Here's his website and that of his Democratic challenger, who doesn't look like Satan, but then, I've never met Satan personally. Perhaps our friend Jonno might have some thoughts on demonic possessions in Louisiana.

Everyone loves to make fun of Katherine Harris, but to the right-wing Republican party she's a savior and is loved. She already won a seat in Congress in a Republican district. Now, she may be trying to head to the U.S. Senate. Like I said, to Republicans, she's the best thing since sliced bread.

Victor, your favorite 'freak' was at my neighborhood coffee house this morning checking his email. He told a few fans, who recognized him from his page, that he wants to go clubbing while here in San Francisco. Any ideas, Victor? And yes, he looks exactly the same in person.

I've been so busy having fun with my dear friend Corby today. He's fun and took me to all kinds of kooky art galleries in the City where he wants to showcase his art. That was a new side of SF I hadn't seen before. And it's great to hang out with my friend again. We always reconnect like no time has passed. And he brings out kooky sides of me too. It's good all around.

'Protection From Pornography Week'? More fear with your morning bowl of cereal. More fear all the time. The Bush administration is all about making sure people are fearing something.
After all, porn ruins families. And communities. And children. And puppies. And the upholstery. This is the government line. This is what they would like you to believe. This is why they invented Protection from Pornography Week. Because you need to know They Care. They are on guard. Because you, as always, are under attack.

Elections

Well, it's definitely official now. I'm a conservative..... in San Francisco:

NEWSOM FOR MAYOR

How ya like me now?

Elections

Did you vote?

Elections

So, once again, I'm out working the polls on Election Day. It's about 2:30pm and I'm on my break. It's a much quieter day than during the Recall election last month-- as expected. But there's still a good number of people coming out for the vote. Luckily, this time, we also have bilingual Cantonese and Mandarin speakers who can assist some of our Chinese-American voters. Last time I had to try to help them and that was not as good. I don't know any Chinese languages. Anyway, there's a lot of elections going on around the country. If you have one in your area, make sure you use your power to vote. My mom made sure to vote in a special election in Kansas City today. My friend Corby made sure to absentee vote today while he's driving up here to visit. Jessie, Chris, and I had a long talk over dinner last night on the issues on the ballot in San Francisco. They were most cool about the whole thing and I'm so glad they had the discussion with me. It was complicated, but it was fun doing it with friends and wasn't too bad. Everybody's participating; are you? Vote today before the polls close.

Since when in a democracy is it unpatriotic to ask questions about your country's policies?-- Democratic presidential candidate Wesley Clark

Elections

Tomorrow is Election Day for many local, and some state, races throughout the country. Here in California, our regularly scheduled elections have really taken a back seat to what was the Recall madness. Very few seem focused on the local elections, and that's even true here in electioneering-crazy San Francisco. I've had a hard time myself getting tuned in to the local issues. I'm dedicated, so I will be voting. But it does strongly emphasize in my mind the need for our elections to be regularly scheduled, adhered to, and combined as much as possible. I feel a record low turnout may occur tomorrow.

The family dog died today. It won't be the same family home anymore. No more dog following around. No more tail wagging. No more petting. No more jumping up on visitors. No more barks at the mailman. No more walks around the block. No more need for the toys and the leashes and the water dish and the extra food. No more. No more. No more. :-(
Ozzie was a good dog. Really he was just a giant puppy who never truly got old, just big and aged. He was always young and crazy. And always wanted to play. So long Ozzie. The family will miss you. There should be some kind of ceremony or something for dead pets, but there's not. But there's not. Goodnight Ozzie. We loved you.

Stupid changes in weather gave me a cold this weekend. I didn't even get a chance to go to the Election party my friend Susan was throwing today. And I really needed the chance to discuss the ballot. Stupid cold.

Beware the Crazy Cat Lady of 'Pet'aluma. Now sing it to the old song 'little old lady from pasadena.' But, mostly, beware....

So my friend Takahide emailed me the other day. It turned out that he had traveled from his home in Tokyo, Japan to come to San Francisco for a business convention here at San Francisco's Moscone Center. I hadn't heard from Takahide in years. We had met in September of 1997 in Washington, DC. I remember the month and year because it was directly after I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. We met at our gym and ended up having a quick dinner afterwards and bonded quickly as he was also going through a breakup; therefore we had much to discuss. We weren't exactly similar except that we both were going through hard times and we offered each other an ear for many an hour over the next few months. He really helped during that period of my life-- someone new who could listen and console. He left DC in '98 and I left in '99.

It's so interesting talking to people who live in completely different worlds from yourself. Life in Japan sounds so crazy, at least to me. Takahide talks of constant work-- everybody works 9am-9pm with no rest for anything-- and needs for 'success' and talks about pressures to marry and have children and be a 'good' member of society and whatnot. And Gay life in Japan, even in the big city of Tokyo, sounds so closed and depressing. He loved seeing the openness of San Francisco, and well, so do I when I remember that San Francisco is like an oasis in America and the rest of the world for Gay people to be out and open. I really should travel more around the world and see life through other eyes and visit other cultures and hear other ideas, but when you live in an oasis, it's hard to think about visiting new areas of the dry desert from which you escaped.

Over the four years that I've lived at my current apartment in San Francisco (and it's exactly four years this weekend actually), I've never known real central heating. Up until a few months ago, my apartment building, being historically old and fashionably different, just lived by the weather as weather came. Surprisingly my apartment actually has a ceiling fan, but only due to my previous occupant being close with the owners. Otherwise, no central heating, no air conditioning, no buzzer system to let someone in the building, no modern stuff like that. And in San Francisco, those things aren't needed that much because we never really have weather that's extreme. My building owners did provide a little space heater for each apartment for when it became too cold, but otherwise, we were on our own.

Last June, after years of discussion, the owners put in central heating into each apartment. Up until last night I had no real interest or cause to use it. But then came this bizarre turn of weather where we were freezing. And I tried it out. Suddenly I remember the benefits of warm circulating air. And I can have it in every room. My space heater demanded that I close off my main room or else it would never get warm, leaving the other rooms cold. Not with circulated air, nope, every room is warm. Wow, how modern.

P.S. I don't like to use fake air (cold or hot) that much because I love the clean, crisp air of San Francisco, but when it's useful, it's wonderful.
P.P.S. This being my four-year anniversary in my apartment building means that it's also my four-year anniversary of the meeting between Jessie and I as we just happened to be moving into the same apartment building on the same weekend. And our manager said, "Reese, this is Jessie. Jessie, this is Reese." or something like that, and the rest is history. What would my life be like without that meeting having occurred? Let's never consider that terrible possibility.

"This is very rad. It's Halloween in San Francisco!" Determined to avoid last year's bacchanalia in which five people were stabbed and dozens were arrested for public drunkenness, police banned alcohol from the famed street celebration and set up checkpoints around the party's perimeter. I personally stayed far away from the Castro last night as I have the last few years because it's such a crazy melee, alcohol or not. But I still look forward to taking my sister there one year.

What the Hail's going on?! Last weekend we had record highs in the City and I was dying for air conditioning. Every day was miserably hot and my ceiling fan was going nonstop. That insane heat lasted through Tuesday. Wednesday it finally cooled and I started wearing jeans and a jacket again. Yesterday was insanely cold and I got out my heavy SCARF, which I never wear because it's never cold enough, and wore my scarf around town and was still freezing. I also turned my heat on in my apartment last night and was still cold. Is it any wonder that I started feeling a cold coming on yesterday with all these crazy weather changes?