I just posted a comment on a blog I really like following, because I like the author's style and the pictures he finds/photoshops. Anyhow, in the off-chance he stops by here, I'd be embarrassed if there was nothing new for him to see. Not to say that the other two of you don't matter, but you're already friends with me and you recognize, or should have recognized, by now, my shortcomings.
Either way, it's okay. Like Lotus Weinstock was quoted via John Cameron Mitchel via Justin Bond via the movie Shortbus, "I used to want to change the world; now I just want to leave the room with a little bit of dignity." That's so true. I was sitting in a meeting this morning, the kind where conversations spiral off into trails of what the original idea was about, and I realized, hey, you gotta loosen up about some things. Like this meeting. Big deal. It's over in thirty minutes, take a deep breath and there you go.
A few weeks ago I was with my paramour and my great friend Caitya and the bf and I got into an argument about how he wanted to hold my hand or have his arm around me, and we were probably in a part of town (gah, I live in NY) where I didn't feel comfortable because I didn't want to get punched and I can be cowardly (not my best trait). In any case, bf turns to my friend and tells her he doesn't understand why I react like this sometimes, and she says right back, "Oh, it makes total sense. He's really uptight." HA! Good to be reminded of these things from time to time, my friends. Being in this relationship (my first!) has been full of first-time experiences for me, including seeing myself in the mirror of another person in a negative light. When I get upset when I ask him to get wine to go with our Chili on a cold November night, he shows up with a
rosé, and I respond by becoming withdrawn and upset: THAT IS ME BEING AN ASSHOLE. And I don't want to act like this, but I don't control my feelings like I want to. It's a challenge to check myself before I wreck myself, as Chowderhead Caro has told me is one of the biggest challenges in her LTR.
Anyway, I already mentioned her name, but you should check out Justin Bond's blog, particularly if you liked him in Shortbus or have ever seen him perform. I love this guy. He puts on these amazingly positive shows and I definitely am always impressed by his accompanist, Our Lady J.
I'll leave you with a very uplifting song we recently saw him perform at Joe's Pub: Tomorrow is the 22nd Century.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
You can vote however you like
Oh, to still be wide-eyed and bushy-tailed about our democracy....
My mother, to this day, will never tell anyone how she's voted. "Secret ballot" is her only reply... I think she has our back next Tuesday though... she's a smart lady.
Friday, September 12, 2008
discretion, anyone?
man, i'm so annoyed right now. last night i went to Bburg to take care of one of my favorite little dogs, Goya, at Luna and Vava's place. all was going pretty well- my friend Caitlin had come over and we had shawerma sandwiches from Oasis and relaxed on the roof. the boy was running late, so she had to leave without saying hi to him, so i laid out on the couch and waited... when he came it was nice to see him, he made a sandwich, we talked. he had shaved off his beard, and i'm finally, after four months, getting used to periodically seeing him with no beard. at first i felt like a four year old girl whose father has shaved his mustache and who freaks the fuck out, not able to understand who that strange man is, mommy!
anyhow, i was getting ready for bed, in my skivvies, and i hear a knock at the door. fuck, i'm thinking, is this damn music that the boy put on too loud? the girl on the other side starts talking and D recognizes her voice, so opens the door to a very drunk, very pretty girl who comes right in and starts to jabber on about this and that. she seemed nice enough, and my effusive boyfriend was saying how he "loved her" and how she was "his favorite" blah blah blah. Anyhow, after sending her many cues and clues that I was indeed on my way to bed (kissing the boy, brushing my teeth, laying down on the couch again) I stood up and told her I was going to bed and that it was nice to meet her. About fifteen minutes later my love came into Vava's bed with me after bidding his friend goodbye. Next thing I fucking know, there's someone at the slider door that leads to the roof, and it's Drunkles, telling us that she grabbed the wrong bag. Turns out she had grabbed my work tote instead of hers, so no big deal, the net effect to me is that she delayed my sleep by another five minutes.
Anyhow, this morning I walked Goyita around the block and marvelously, it was slightly cool, delightful northeastern fall weather. I thought to myself, good thing I brought that sweatshirt with me, this velour zip-up my brother gave me for Christmas. When Goya and I get back to the place my sweatshirt- and clean socks- are nowhere to be found... and I start to think that my little late-night visitor might have relieved me of my jacket... and I sent the boy, who was "friends" with her anyhow, upstairs to find out. Lo and behold, he wakes up her roommate and she hands him my sweatshirt. Needless to say, I was PISSED. I guess the girl had already rubbed me the wrong way by delaying my sleep and then not taking any of my clues and then, after I became more assertive with her, still vacillating more, but the way she disappeared my sweatshirt for me really got my goat early this morning.
.....................
I was of course annoyed with the boy for being so friendly to this girl who annoyed me so much, and for my friends for their (perceived) "open door" policy with this person. I talked to Vava and she mentioned that this person "bothered" them a lot and was "always cracked out," so I began to feel better about my impression of what had gone on, when previously I just felt ornery and crotchety. Apparently she lies, so I feel way better about my disliking her, because, due to my Catholic guilt and my mother telling me that no, in fact I did not hate anyone, I felt horrible about disliking a friend of Luna and Vava's, and was passively angry at the bf for liking her so much and being so eager to hang out with her while I wanted to go to bed.
I feel a lot better about the whole thing now.
anyhow, i was getting ready for bed, in my skivvies, and i hear a knock at the door. fuck, i'm thinking, is this damn music that the boy put on too loud? the girl on the other side starts talking and D recognizes her voice, so opens the door to a very drunk, very pretty girl who comes right in and starts to jabber on about this and that. she seemed nice enough, and my effusive boyfriend was saying how he "loved her" and how she was "his favorite" blah blah blah. Anyhow, after sending her many cues and clues that I was indeed on my way to bed (kissing the boy, brushing my teeth, laying down on the couch again) I stood up and told her I was going to bed and that it was nice to meet her. About fifteen minutes later my love came into Vava's bed with me after bidding his friend goodbye. Next thing I fucking know, there's someone at the slider door that leads to the roof, and it's Drunkles, telling us that she grabbed the wrong bag. Turns out she had grabbed my work tote instead of hers, so no big deal, the net effect to me is that she delayed my sleep by another five minutes.
Anyhow, this morning I walked Goyita around the block and marvelously, it was slightly cool, delightful northeastern fall weather. I thought to myself, good thing I brought that sweatshirt with me, this velour zip-up my brother gave me for Christmas. When Goya and I get back to the place my sweatshirt- and clean socks- are nowhere to be found... and I start to think that my little late-night visitor might have relieved me of my jacket... and I sent the boy, who was "friends" with her anyhow, upstairs to find out. Lo and behold, he wakes up her roommate and she hands him my sweatshirt. Needless to say, I was PISSED. I guess the girl had already rubbed me the wrong way by delaying my sleep and then not taking any of my clues and then, after I became more assertive with her, still vacillating more, but the way she disappeared my sweatshirt for me really got my goat early this morning.
.....................
I was of course annoyed with the boy for being so friendly to this girl who annoyed me so much, and for my friends for their (perceived) "open door" policy with this person. I talked to Vava and she mentioned that this person "bothered" them a lot and was "always cracked out," so I began to feel better about my impression of what had gone on, when previously I just felt ornery and crotchety. Apparently she lies, so I feel way better about my disliking her, because, due to my Catholic guilt and my mother telling me that no, in fact I did not hate anyone, I felt horrible about disliking a friend of Luna and Vava's, and was passively angry at the bf for liking her so much and being so eager to hang out with her while I wanted to go to bed.
I feel a lot better about the whole thing now.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Country House
I'm going out to Northern Jerze tomorrow with the bf and some friends, to visit Muffin and eat some great food. A typical overnight "in the country" includes arrival, hitting up the supermarket and liquor store (in Jersey, you guys, you can buy beer, wine and liquor in the same store! Can you imagine?), and then going to the compound. If it's nice and hasn't rained, we could play some tennis on the clay court (all those lessons as a preteen paid off... I'm like second seed in the Route 80 tourney!), or take a dip in the pond and take out the canoe. I usually like to sing show tunes whilst canoeing, but my partner in that crime, Tracy Marie, is out in LA being a nanny for a famous Brat Packer. Maybe my boyfree will take her place. At 6pm a bell is rung and all present must make their way to the terrace for a mandatory martini. Brother B makes a marternative of mojitos for those of us who like our drinks sickly sweet. After that Muffin and others make a large feast, which I proceed to eat most of. Then we continue drinking, and make a bonfire to release some more CO2 into the air (hey, I don't have an SUV, so gotta do my part the old fashioned way) and everything like that! Exciting times....
Here's a song that makes me excited, both about my weekend and remembering the days when I used to listen to lots of Bluuuuuurrrrrr:
Here's a song that makes me excited, both about my weekend and remembering the days when I used to listen to lots of Bluuuuuurrrrrr:
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Oh it's been so long
I'm a lazy bastard, what do you want from me? Lots has been going on, I'll recap below.
-I has a boyfriend. He's a nice guy from the Deep South who's keeping me on my toes. He looks a little bit like Dick Tracy:
It's been fun as hell because he likes some of the same things I like, such as food and walking around aimlessly. He's also very social. Another thing we have in common is that we both like to see Broadway musicals, which is a gas, because most of my friends here think they're stupid, while I tend to think they form one of the most versatile and entertaining genres out there.
-We went to see Gypsy with the one and only Patti Lupone, a national treasure and Corky's mom. Couldn't take our eyes off her. My one complaint is the staging of "Gotta get a gimmick," which I like to see at full blast with lots of energy. This production cast Electra as a very old, possibly drug addled putain who barely keeps up, while I would have preferred more of a titty-shaking blowout.
-Last weekend we also saw Boeing Boeing, which was hilarious. I thought Christine Baranski was great as the sassy French maid, and the woman who plays the American lover, Kathryn Hahn, was brilliant, with her blocky poses and over the top delivery. I heard some queens during the intermission hissing about some 'over-acting' but hey fellas, this is a farce, I'm pretty sure they're intending to be campy and over-the-top. In any case, the story follows a wealthy American in Paris who has three fiancees, all who are flight attendants whose comings and going can be managed by the airline's time schedules. With the other two being German and Italian, the European stereotypes and accents are out of control, and the comedy is made more fun to watch because it's so physical: lots of jumping, falling, throwing things, etc.
-I have also seen this summer's two stoner movies, The Wackness and Pineapple Express. They were both funny but very different. The Wackness is bittersweet and somewhat sentimental, with hilarious 90s references like the pump-up Reeboks and beepers. It also has Olivia Thirlby, who is very pretty and gives a great performance.
Josh Peck and Olivia Thirlby
The movie gets its title when Thirlby's character tells Peck: "You know what your problem is? You focus on the wackness, while I focus on the dopeness." I have found this saying to be very useful....
Pineapple Express is from the guys who did Superbad, and has some similar cringeworthy performances, which elicited many laughs. I recommend them both for mindless summer entertainment- they're not going to blow any minds.
-Not blowing any minds either is the new production of Brideshead Revisited. ZZZZZZZ. Don't go to a late show! Too bad they had to make the homosexual character into a complete fop, but it was beautiful to look at.... when I could keep my eyes open. Funny, I assumed that most of the people in the audience were Batman rejects, but only four people out of a full theater walked out!
-Mamma Mia was a lot of fun; most people will probably hate it, but to them I say: Go watch the Olympics or something. Wait, are we allowed to write that word if we don't own the copyright? Joemygod wrote about a silly dispute the Olympic people insisted on having with a Bear club who also use that word (the horror!). Basically, this guy is not allowed to utter the word "Olympic" because some organization owns it, even though:
I was born on a small logging town on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State at Olympic Memorial Hospital. My family and I enjoyed spending vacations at Olympic National Park, where our favorite spot was the Olympic Hot Springs. I was able to finish high school one year early due to credits earned through Olympic Community College in Bremerton. I then attended college in Olympia, the capital of Washington State since 1889, where I belonged to a club that spent weekends hiking in the Olympic Mountains. I earned my way through college by working at the Olympic Boat Center, knowing more about boats than cars due to my upbringing in this Olympic environment. Upon graduation, I moved to the community of Bellingham, where I lived on Olympic Drive, until I moved near Seattle, where I enjoy having guests stay at its premier hotel, the Olympic Four Seasons.
I'm not even sure if it's legal to complain about the damn Olympics... give me a song and dance any day, friends.
-In other news, Happy Birthday to 220-CARO! I hope you're enjoying the loveliness of Portland, Maine!
-With two weeks left in the summer, make sure you get all those things on your lists completed, even if you have to make like Bossy and do it in a rush.
-I has a boyfriend. He's a nice guy from the Deep South who's keeping me on my toes. He looks a little bit like Dick Tracy:
It's been fun as hell because he likes some of the same things I like, such as food and walking around aimlessly. He's also very social. Another thing we have in common is that we both like to see Broadway musicals, which is a gas, because most of my friends here think they're stupid, while I tend to think they form one of the most versatile and entertaining genres out there.
-We went to see Gypsy with the one and only Patti Lupone, a national treasure and Corky's mom. Couldn't take our eyes off her. My one complaint is the staging of "Gotta get a gimmick," which I like to see at full blast with lots of energy. This production cast Electra as a very old, possibly drug addled putain who barely keeps up, while I would have preferred more of a titty-shaking blowout.
-Last weekend we also saw Boeing Boeing, which was hilarious. I thought Christine Baranski was great as the sassy French maid, and the woman who plays the American lover, Kathryn Hahn, was brilliant, with her blocky poses and over the top delivery. I heard some queens during the intermission hissing about some 'over-acting' but hey fellas, this is a farce, I'm pretty sure they're intending to be campy and over-the-top. In any case, the story follows a wealthy American in Paris who has three fiancees, all who are flight attendants whose comings and going can be managed by the airline's time schedules. With the other two being German and Italian, the European stereotypes and accents are out of control, and the comedy is made more fun to watch because it's so physical: lots of jumping, falling, throwing things, etc.
-I have also seen this summer's two stoner movies, The Wackness and Pineapple Express. They were both funny but very different. The Wackness is bittersweet and somewhat sentimental, with hilarious 90s references like the pump-up Reeboks and beepers. It also has Olivia Thirlby, who is very pretty and gives a great performance.
Josh Peck and Olivia ThirlbyPineapple Express is from the guys who did Superbad, and has some similar cringeworthy performances, which elicited many laughs. I recommend them both for mindless summer entertainment- they're not going to blow any minds.
-Not blowing any minds either is the new production of Brideshead Revisited. ZZZZZZZ. Don't go to a late show! Too bad they had to make the homosexual character into a complete fop, but it was beautiful to look at.... when I could keep my eyes open. Funny, I assumed that most of the people in the audience were Batman rejects, but only four people out of a full theater walked out!
-Mamma Mia was a lot of fun; most people will probably hate it, but to them I say: Go watch the Olympics or something. Wait, are we allowed to write that word if we don't own the copyright? Joemygod wrote about a silly dispute the Olympic people insisted on having with a Bear club who also use that word (the horror!). Basically, this guy is not allowed to utter the word "Olympic" because some organization owns it, even though:
I was born on a small logging town on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State at Olympic Memorial Hospital. My family and I enjoyed spending vacations at Olympic National Park, where our favorite spot was the Olympic Hot Springs. I was able to finish high school one year early due to credits earned through Olympic Community College in Bremerton. I then attended college in Olympia, the capital of Washington State since 1889, where I belonged to a club that spent weekends hiking in the Olympic Mountains. I earned my way through college by working at the Olympic Boat Center, knowing more about boats than cars due to my upbringing in this Olympic environment. Upon graduation, I moved to the community of Bellingham, where I lived on Olympic Drive, until I moved near Seattle, where I enjoy having guests stay at its premier hotel, the Olympic Four Seasons.
I'm not even sure if it's legal to complain about the damn Olympics... give me a song and dance any day, friends.
-In other news, Happy Birthday to 220-CARO! I hope you're enjoying the loveliness of Portland, Maine!
-With two weeks left in the summer, make sure you get all those things on your lists completed, even if you have to make like Bossy and do it in a rush.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Let me hear you say oooooh oooh oooooh oooh
Sometimes these songs just pop into your head, and if you're anything like me, it takes about 145 listens on youtube, or until IT cuts me off, to get it out of there. You gotta remember this one, it's from the year 2000. I remember being in the living room of SPREAD THE LOVE and dancing to this jam with my girls Serious and Kittens. It's the same living room where a big group of us watch that year's election get stolen. And the same place we experienced tons of silliness, like using a typewriter to record the goings-on and conversations, which was mario.
I think I'll tell more about SPREAD THE LOVE when I get a chance. For right now, let me hear you say oooh oooh oooh oooh.
I think I'll tell more about SPREAD THE LOVE when I get a chance. For right now, let me hear you say oooh oooh oooh oooh.
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