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It seems like National Coming Out Day[1] comes earlier every year. With less than two weeks to go, stores are stocking up on heart medication and facial tissue (which always come in handy for the moment bright-eyed gay and lesbian kids earnestly spring the Big News on Grandma over Sunday dinner).
Congrats to Brandie Balken on her new post as Equality Utah's real, honest-to-goodness, bona fide director -- nothing "interim" about it. After a nationwide search, the multi-talented Balken was found to be the best candidate for the job.
Back before he was America's go-to right-wing radio crazy, Glenn Beck was a no-go "morning zoo" faux crazy! Observe this Wacky '80s promo for Phoenix's Y95, and lament how far we haven't come in local radio:
Finally, some good news on the DABC front: Brewvies learned today that it has been approved for a liquor license! Salt Lake City's favorite movie house/pub won't announce the date of its first pour until sometime next week, but those who prefer whiskey over I.P.A. with their flicks have something to look forward to!
In this past week’s story “Bug Out,” City Weekly reported on the infestation problem at that city’s low income housing at the State Street Single Room Occupancy (SRO) Hotel, the Regis.--- When the city encouraged residents who were being relocated to new housing facilities at the edge of town to just leave behind all their belongings, remaining tenants say the leftover garbage in over 30 abandoned rooms created fertile grounds for a cockroach and bedbug infestation.
When I think of Pearl Jam, I immediately think back to a certain late college night many years ago when I was on a lovely girl’s couch, having made it back to her place to kiss her face a whole lot. It was one of those perfect kinda nights, especially because VH1 was on and, well, the video for PJ’s “Jeremy” aired in the midst of our romantic time.--- I became so transfixed with it that I stopped what I was doing entirely.
My arms are so sore right now, I can barely type this.--- Last night I hit up Fight for Your Life, a boxing gym with bare-bones appeal located in the heart of Sugarhouse. The instructor, an amiable British man with tattoos and a mean right hook, led us through a series of grueling routines designed to, ostensibly, save our lives.
