A rat's ass

I'm back.

2006-11-06T12:32:00.000-05:00

I've taken a break (a very long break) from blogging. I could blame it on xtube, which has become my latest addiction. but really it was work, travel, relationship, and life in general consuming my time completely. So this post is really only my way of saying I'm still here, and i'll post when i can. so check back on occasion.

New Year '06

2006-01-10T10:50:00.000-05:00

The holidays are behind us (thank god!!)

What I've been up to:
Went to the Saint at large party at Pacha on New Years Day. Great party had a blast and ran into so many friends that I see so rarely. The evening went by in a flash, as most really good parties do. I'm glad the sound factory space is back, I love all the different levels and spaces in that club. I've never been one of those people who finds a spot and camps out for the entire evening. I love to roam and see whats going on in every part of the club. I hope there will be some good parties held there in the future.

Work, I've been busting my ass this past fall on a number of projects. Normally 90% of it dies for whatever reason, but not this time. Almost everything I worked on either got approved to move forward, or we won the businesses we were pitching. All of this means I'll be in production on a number of projects simultaneously. When it rains, it pours, right? It will all be good for me if I survive the hectic schedule. Hopefullly I'll have some fun pictures from the various shoots. One of them requires a location shoot in an exotic place. I often try to get away with setting my work in an exotic place in hopes that if it goes to production I'll get a fun trip to someplace cool out of it. Rarely does it ever work out that way, but this time it looks like its going to. last year I presented a layout on a beach with palm trees and another poolside and ended up going to miami and the keys for 10 days for the shoot. Lets keep our fingers crossed that they don't get all cheap on me and decide to shoot it all on green-screen in Hoboken.

Doodle fun

2005-11-30T13:42:00.000-05:00

Have you ever been forced to sit through a boring, pointless meeting and spent the whole time doodling? This is my gem from yesterday's afternoon meeting.

I've often done some cool doodles (at least I think so) in meetings and considered posting them in the past. I think if it works out, I'll do more in the future. Judging by the amount on notes I took, (they are the blurred text along the right side) you can clearly see how productive/useful the meeting was.

And again last night

2005-11-29T11:40:00.000-05:00

at a Thai restaurant on 8th ave. Holiday music at full blast the entire time. By the end of my meal I was almost at the verge of stabbing a chopstick into my temple to make it stop. But then, I looked around and everybody in the place seemed to be into it. a couple of the patrons were even humming along. Maybe it's just me.

Have a Very Merry F**k You!!

2005-11-28T14:47:00.000-05:00

Now that the Christmas season has been forced upon us once again, I have to say the single thing I hate most (there are a great number of things I hate about this season, this is just the one I hate most) is Christmas music playing everywhere we go. If it’s meant to lull us into the joyous holiday spirit, then it has exactly the opposite effect on me. First of all. there has NEVER been a Christmas song ever written worth listening to. And second, even if there was, I wouldn’t want to listen to it on a constant fucking loop for an ENTIRE MONTH. I’m already at the point of taking an axe to every public sound system I can find in this city, and its not even December yet. I just got back from picking up my lunch at a sushi restaurant, and what do you think they had playing while I waited? Really people, what would be so wrong with silence in public spaces? Do we really need a single genre of music to dominate our sound systems for the entire season? If not for me, what about all of the people who don’t even celebrate Christmas if its annoying for us, it’s got to be the cruelest form of torture to them. I’d rather go back to the suspicious brainwashing announcements from the previous post than hear Holly-Jolly Christmas for the 3000th time.

Does this freak anyone else out?

2005-11-16T18:00:00.000-05:00

I keep hearing these announcements on the subway saying: “If you see something, say something.” Or, “If you see suspicious persons or activity to report it”. And then again over the weekend I heard similar announcements on the train on my way out to New Jersey. It sounds logical in the current landscape of terrorism that we should all be aware right?

But then I thought, why does this feel so much like I’m being played? On the surface these announcements sound so reassuring to make us all feel calmer, safer like we’re all looking out for one another as a community. But it didn’t. They only seemed designed to make us feel paranoid of others around us. Maybe it was because they weren't asking me to simply be aware. I could accept that. But no, these announcements were directly telling me that I should be suspicious of people around me! Think about it. What good is making me suspicious of others? And if I'm suspicious of others the way I'm being asked, what is there to stop people of being suspicious of me? And what qualification do any of us have to judge anyone else? This in no way resembles a safety measure to me. It seems more like a way to make people nervous. What purpose can large groups of suspicious, paranoid people serve? It all seems to me like a ploy to keep us all on edge, and keep us looking over our shoulders, much in the same way I imagine the 1950's were during the McCarthy era when people were told to be on the lookout for communist activity. What is the goal here?

Then I remembered a quote (I don’t know offhand who said it) that goes something like this: As long as the public is kept fearful, they'd be willing to give up their rights to feel protected. Is that what they’re doing? Keeping us afraid so they can control us? Strip us of our rights? I thought maybe I am just being paranoid.

Then, I heard this week that the city has plans to install detectors in the subways (at $50,000 each) which can detect bombs. Not only bombs, but other substances as well, such as any number of illegal drugs, cocaine, marijuana, etc. Something here smells fishy doesn’t it? I thought bag searches were bad enough, now they will be using expensive equipment (which we will be paying for through our taxes) to search us at random. Have any of you had a bag searched yet? I have, and there seems to be no rules of procedure, no sense of professionalism about it in any way. The entire system seems totally uncontrolled. Remember the good old days when they needed a probable cause to search you? Now they can do it on a whim.

The thing I really think is ironic about these searches is that they feel racial profiling is bad and that right must be upheld at all costs. Yet our right to privacy is worthless and will be completely ignored. Really, how effective can the most sensitive bomb detector be if it is used in a random search? If even one person can get through unchecked, it would still be a giant game of Russian roulette. Don’t get me wrong, I think racial profiling is wrong, but spending 50 grand a pop on machines that will be rendered useless because they’ll be used in random searches, is just as wrong. And the only other way is to search everyone going into the subway? I don’t even want to think about that. I feel like our freedoms have been violated enough already.

I know I’m not the first person to feel like out current administration is lying to us and manipulating us. But I definitely see an agenda showing here. It’s sounds to me like the only people terrorizing us, is our own government under the guise of be protection.

Pinhole in the park

2005-11-07T12:44:00.000-05:00

First the apology for staying away for so long, no real excuse other than laziness and other things going on in my life -- not that there is nothing to blog about. Believe me, there is plenty. But too much of it is not bloggable for privacy reasons.

Now on to the actual post

last week at work I was doing my usual scan of blogs and found a cool article on apartment therapy about pinhole photography. Specifically a photographer who works entirely using pinhole cameras Michel Bayard. Here's an example of his work.

I often surf the web killing time at work looking a random design sites, and last Thursday I came across apartment therapy's article on Michel. I was immediately taken with his work and clicked through to his gallery, and spent some time looking at his stuff. he has some really great scenes of the city. Simple. Moody. Classic.

Cut to Sunday afternoon. Bf and I are walking aimlessly around the city enjoying the warm weather. We walked through the village and ended up at 14th and Broadway and walked up along the park, where by chance, we passed a display of Michel's photos, and immediately like a dog tugging against his leash, I pulled my bf over to his booth. I thought how odd it is that on Thursday I could be looking at something that interests me online, then randomly be face to face with the artist a few days later. How oddly surreal. You can imagine my excitement to meet him and to have the chance to buy a couple of his pieces. I bought the cityscape above and a small shot of a water tower. We talked for a bit about how he takes his shots, and I told him how I saw his work for the first time online and how much I liked his photography. These are the times I love living in NYC, it seems like we all have a strange connection to each other that I can't imagine happens in other cities.

I can't wait to frame and hang the panorama of the city, and Bf is going to send the shot of the water tower to his mother in Canada. His%2

Desperate Housewives Party

2005-09-07T16:09:00.000-04:00

Since I haven't had and time to blog in the last couple of weeks -- I'll just post some pictures from this past weekend of the Desperate Housewives Party on Fire Island.

Quotes of the summer

2005-08-15T11:25:00.000-04:00

There is a tie for this year's quote of the summer.

A) "Have I ever tried heroin??...Are you on crack?!?"
-or-
B) "The only thing that sucked me in the meatrack were the mosquito's."

Drunk calling is bad.

2005-08-12T11:02:00.000-04:00

Did you ever have someone call you late at night while they were drunk and reveal something earthshattering that concerns themself and/or you?

I did.

Pines Party '05 Recap

2005-08-10T14:06:00.000-04:00

I've been sitting on this for a week now (I meant to post earlier) but remember how I said I wasn't going to do costumes for pines party because I thought the theme was stupid? Well Thursday before the party the we were getting ready to head out to the island for a long weekend. And when I announced that we’re not going to have costumes for the party he freaked out. He didn’t care what the costumes were, he just hated the fact that we were not going to dress up. I explained were leaving in a few hours and how the hell am I going to pull costumes together in that time? So we brainstormed for a bit and decided nothing was original enough. Then we decided that if we can’t be original, we can, at least be the best version of whoever we were going to be. So we went with the ultimate cliché T.V. duo, Fred and Barney. Obvious, but easy.
And so the mad scramble to get the costumes together began. I went out to the garment district and was lucky enough to find orange and brown faux fur, black leather for the triangles, and blue satin for Fred’s tie.
That night when we got to the island I started by making a pattern by cutting up one of the sheets at the house. I would use the same pattern for both costumes since we are both about the same size. We decided to deviate from the traditional Fred and Barney by making the costumes a one-shoulder design. And by morning on Friday I was ready to start sewing – I only had one chance at this so I just went for it. By 5 pm they were pretty much completed, all I had to do was lace them up the sides with some leather cord, and for a little extra bling, I added some sequins.
As I suspected there would be other Fred and Barneys’ there, several other Fred and Barneys. Even a few Wilma and Bettys’. I was so happy and having a great time at the party that didn’t bother me there were so many other F&Bs’.
I guess the best validation for the night was when we picked up the current HX this past weekend and there we were in the "seen" section on page 66.

looking back, the costumes were just the icing on the cake of what would have been a fantastic party anyway.
great music, great people, great party, it went by so fast.

pines party anxiety

2005-07-26T13:05:00.000-04:00

Ok struggling with this years Pines party this year -- I’ve mentioned before that it’s one of my favorite parties of the year and I would never miss it. But I have to admit that I’m really struggling this year wrapping my head around the television show theme. Every year I look forward to dressing up in some fun sexy costume for the party. I did my cowboy outfit for the Wild West theme, gold chaps for the Solid Gold theme, even the gladiator costumes I made for the bf and our friend for last year’s Colossus party. But this year the whole T.V. theme has got me totally baffled. By this time in the past I’d have designed and made my costume and would be putting the finishing touches on it. But I haven’t even gotten a concept for this year’s theme yet. I mean really what the fuck is with this T.V. theme? Sounds good in theory but in actual practice it’s kind of lame. First of all the only really good recognizable characters on T.V. are all women. I could think of a million possibilities for women that would be fun but no good recognizable men. And I don’t really want to go in drag. The second thing is it doesn’t really allow for any originality. For example I’d be dressing up as a second rate character from a show rather than a first rate version of my own costume. The last thing I’d want to do is walk around and have people say, “That’s the lamest Jan Brady I’ve seen all night” or god forbid, “Hey, you make a great Jan Brady!” The other annoying element to this is if whatever character I chose there could be the possibility of someone else dressed as the same thing. There’s nothing that would be a bigger bummer than going and seeing someone else dressed in the same thing and people comparing us all night. So I hate to say it but, I think I’m just going to be wearing shorts to this year’s party and no costume. I hate the idea of not dressing up. But unless I can think of a really effective, original and easy to make costume in the next 3 days, its not going to happen.

Dry & Invasion

2005-07-07T12:37:00.001-04:00

I’ve been saving up a bunch of things I’ve been meaning to post about, but this is the first chance I’ve had to do it.

I read Augusten Burroughs' “Dry” over the weekend on Fire Island. I couldn’t get enough of it. Aside from just being a great read, it was so wild to have recognized so many of the references in the book. I’m not sure if it was ironic or just sad that I had a drink in my hand most of the time I was reading the book. (but, then again, I was on Fire Island, its kind of obligatory that you abuse some substance at all times while on the island) It kind of forced me to elevate my own powers of denial to keep on drinking as I read. Anyway, I am definitely an Augusten Burroughs fan now. But I doubt any of his other books can hit as close to home as Dry did. The fact that he worked in the same agency as I do is so cool. He even references having a meeting with his German client in the “34A” conference room. I just spent the better part of this morning in there being briefed on a new assignment. Trust me its not nearly as interesting as he made it sound. But that was just one of the references that made my eyes light up as I read.

The Pines Invasion, always one of my favorite events of the summer. Here’s a small glimpse. All you gals were fabulous, even you tragic ones.

In addition, I want to express how saddened I was to hear about the London bombings this morning. And to all of the recent friends I made while I was there… you are all in my thoughts. I’m glad to hear you are all ok.

Running with scissors

2005-06-28T10:25:00.000-04:00

I just finished Augusten Burroughs' “Running with scissors” yesterday. I tend to be the slowest reader on earth, which is why I rarely read. But this book went by in a flash. I was completely captivated by every page. And burned through it in 2 days. It was sort of like seeing an accident by the side of the road, too grossed out to look at it but too curious not to. And I’m like a moth to a porch-light when it comes to twisted shit like that. Of course I need more now. So I immediately ran out and got another one of his books “Dry” . I started to read it last night with a gin and tonic in hand. Is that wrong? As I continue reading, I have a feeling I’m going to find out how wrong it actually is.

Coincidentally, after I finished the book yesterday, I brought it in to lend to my partner at work, and another co-worker comes by my office, sees the book on my desk and asks, “Do you remember him?”
I ask “What?”
“Do you remember Augustin?”
“What do you mean?”
“When he used to work here”

I had no idea, but apparently he used to work at my agency a few years back. We didn’t overlap, but apparently a lot of “Dry” takes place at the ad agency I work at (well actually that agency no longer exists, we were merged into a different agency, but still remain in the same building and many of the old agency people are still around). My co-worker begins to tell me what he was actually like. Ok, you have no idea how giddy it makes me to know I have a special viewpoint on the book as I read it. For example when he describes the agency and people he works with, my mental picture will be almost completely accurate! How cool!! I’m only on the third chapter, but already a lot of it sounds familiar. And although I didn’t work with him, one of the surrounding characters sounds remarkably like a former boss of mine, we’ll see… I can’t wait!

Pride '05

2005-06-27T13:50:00.000-04:00

Dont be mad at me, but I have to admit that I'm one of those people who doesn't go to the parade but only shows up for the pier dance. That should still count for something right?

I hope everyone had a great pride weekend. I know I did.

Canadian recap eh?

2005-06-20T20:58:00.000-04:00

Four days in Ottawa with bf’s family. This was the first time I would meet many of his friends, and the plan was to stay at his parent’s house. Let’s think about that for a second. Four days without a car of our own staying at my boyfriend’s parent’s house in Ottawa for the first time. I don’t spend that much time alone with my own family, and certainly not without a car to escape. I was completely regressed to teenagerhood in the process. I did things there that I haven’t done since high school.

We were at the complete mercy of his mom and dad. If we wanted to go somewhere we had two choices; A, they could drive us, Or B, we had to ask to borrow the car (neither of which I was comfortable with). And the couple times we did go out on our own, we had to be back in time for dinner! Awww c’mon, can we stay out for a few more minutes to play? Pleeeeease?

The sleeping arrangements were interesting also. I slept with bf in his bed, in his child hood room right next door to his parent’s room. I will never properly describe the degree of weirdness I felt. There we were curled up in bed together giggling like schoolgirls at the situation. It totally felt like we were kids having a sleepover. We were so wierded out being in the next room from his mom that we even slept in shorts and underwear as instead of the “fabric free” attire we’re used to.
At on point I turned to him and said: “Why didn’t we just get a hotel room?”
Bf: “I don’t know, it just never occurred to me, I always stay here”
me: “You really don’t think things through, do you.”
Bf: “Nope.”

Then there was his sister’s graduation party where several of his family’s friends came by the house. The focus of the party was his sister and her graduation. However, I ended up being the center of attention. I’m sure they all heard rumors about my bf’s “friend” from his mother. I may as well have been a giraffe in the middle of the living room the way people were looking at me. Now I have to admit everyone was really nice to me, but they all seemed way too curious to meet me and come over to get the scoop (think the scene from Edward Scissorhands when the neighbors all throw a barbeque to inspect the stranger). Some people nearly trampled others to get a glimpse of the “friend” or to come over to say hello with the goal of finding out as much as possible. Thank god his dad was always close-by to offer me another life-saving gin and tonic.

A couple of nights we hung out with his younger sister and her friends, while they smoked pot in front of the local grammar school. I mean literally on the front steps of the grammar school. I thought ok they’ll smoke a bit then we’ll go somewhere cool. Clearly I was mistaken, the steps of the grammar school was the destination! Then the next night there was a repeat gathering of friends only this time it was at the local park where we hung out on the swings by the lake. I have to admit I had fun in the swings. I haven’t been on swings in at least a decade. Apparently the rule with Ottawan youngsters is to go out and find some public place to hang out while smoking pot, no real bars or legitimate hangouts. It reminded me of when I was sixteen and had to sneak out to go smoke somewhere because I didn’t have money or a car of my own.

Later that weekend I found out how bleak the gay scene in Ottawa is, and that the grammar school was really the place to be. Who knew? Then when we got back to his house later one evening after they smoked we all sat around while his sister opened graduation presents in the living room with his parents. The entire time I sat there thinking his mother was evaluating me to see if I was high also. I actually found myself trying to avoid her gaze and not making eye contact, yet another feeling I haven’t felt in about twenty years…and didn’t miss.

Throughout the entire weekend, as I survived one surreal event after another, the only thing I kept thinking was that he hasn’t met my entire family at an event yet, and I know they can do to him in a few hours what it took an entire weekend for his family to do to me.

Actually I had a great time and everyone was really super nice to me and tried to make me feel welcome. And I have to admit, the novelty of being a teenager again was surreal but kind of fun (not an experience that I would like to do often) but fun nonetheless.

Ooops!!

2005-06-09T15:24:00.000-04:00

Oh yeah, I forgot that next week i'm flying to canada for bf's sister's graduation. How's that for impeccable timing. Getting a rediculous buzz-cut just in time to meet many of his friends and family members for the first time. I just cant wait to see the reactions he's going to get when he introduces his "slow" bf to them.

Brutal self realization...the answer is D

2005-06-09T14:59:00.000-04:00

a. A buzz-cut will be perfect for summer it will be so cool.
b. A buzz-cut will make me look hot/butch/bearlike.
c. A buzz-cut will be so much easier to take care of.
d. A buzz-cut will be none of the above and just simply make me look slow.

I'm baaaaaaack!

2005-06-02T16:51:00.000-04:00

I just go in from my trip to London yesterday. Still quite jet lagged. But wanted to give a quick rundown of the last 12 days.

Shot 3 commercials which are going to be great for what they are
Stayed in a castle for 4 days
Bf came to meet me in London after his family reunion in Oxford
Stayed at the savoy (had high tea and everything)
Took a cruise down the thames
Shot a print ad
Had my cell phone stolen
Ate at Les Trois Garcons my new favorite restaurant in the world

Sorry for not mentioning I was going away before I left but oh well you’ll get over it.

Pugs can't fly

2005-05-16T10:23:00.000-04:00

I’ve mentioned the cutest pug in the world in past posts. Well here we are again talking about “Bella” the cutest pug in the world. We found out this weekend that she is almost completely blind. We knew she couldn’t see worth a damn all along. But this weekend we found out how bad she really is, when she fell twelve feet from the deck onto the sand at the house on Fire Island. We didn’t notice at home because she has her usual routine and knows where everything in the apartment is located. But when we got her out to the summerhouse she was completely lost. Had no idea where anything was. She ran headlong into the sofa, the coffee table, the barstools, people’s legs, and numerous times into the sliding glass door. The poor thing was completely confused by the three steps that go down to the bedroom hallway. She just couldn’t figure them out. At home she is used to going up and down three flights of steps several times a day without the slightest fear. But out there she was the Helen Keller of pugs.

Yesterday R got up in the morning to take both pugs out to the sand to do their business. EJ his other pug ran down the steps at full speed, when R noticed the gate to the beach was open. He went ahead of EJ to close it, leaving Bella up on the deck. He turned around to witness Bella doing a triple summersault off the deck landing with a thud on the sand below.

The fall knocked the wind out of her for a moment, and the poor thing was completely frightened and shaking. But other than that there was no evidence of any harm done.

For the rest of the day she was clearly less adventurous and was content to stay confined to the sofa where everyone lavished her with tons of attention. We (admittedly in bad taste) nicknamed her “Bella bag o’ nickels” because that’s pretty much what a twenty pound fawn pug falling twelve feet into the sand looks like. We joked that EJ secretly convinced her that she could fly, and that she should run off the deck and try. All part of his evil plan to get more attention and treats. Well EJ, I guess that plan backfired.

David Barton Gym sued for $25,000

2005-05-10T15:43:00.000-04:00

25K for having to witness gay sex!! Are you fucking kidding me?!?
(I was going to write about this yesterday but I had other things on my mind.)
It's been mentioned here and here. But I just have to put my two cents in since I mentioned that the board of health closed the steam room a couple of months back.
So lets break this down shall we? Carlos Sosa lives in manhattan. goes to the gayest gym in chelsea, and freaks when he notices cruising in the steam room? and decides to sue because he was offended!! Dude!! My guess is that you were not actually being cruised..maybe they were just stareing because they never saw anyone with balls big enough to sue a gym for 25K for such a dumb reason. If you are that fucking homophobic, what the hell were you doing in the steam room of DBG in the first place?

Diagnosis

2005-05-10T14:26:00.000-04:00

it wasn't a real heart attack, however it could have been just as fatal. it's called something like Vaso-blah-blah-something-or-other. Its a condition that happens when the veins around the heart constrict. feels just like a heart attack, can be just as fatal.

Dude! You scared the livin’ shit out of me!

2005-05-09T16:34:00.000-04:00

It was a five minute walk from the time I talked to him on the phone, till I got to R’s front door and called him to meet me downstairs. He answered and shouted call 911 I’m having a heart attack!! I immediately fly into a panic of which should I do first, call 911, call my bf to come help, or keep R on the phone till I can get to him inside. I did all three. Dialed 911 and got a message they’ve locked on my location and brought up a GPS icon on my phone and told me help was on the way. Hung up and called the bf who was a couple of blocks away shopping to make sure they really were coming and that they had the correct address. As soon as I hung up with him I called upstairs to see how my friend was doing. I just wanted to keep him on the line to make sure he was ok. And to have him buzz me in which he did after a couple of tries where he only pushed the button for a split second, not long enough for me to get through both sets of doors. Just as I got through two cops arrived. The next obstacle was the elevator. The elevator requires a key to operate. He would have to leave his apartment and got to the elevator and push the first floor button to send it down. I could hear his breathing was labored and he was saying he couldn’t move to get to the elevator. By this time some firemen arrived. The last thing I heard was “I’m sending the elevator down”. Then nothing on the other end of the phone. Now the firemen came in with a heavy-duty crowbar to get into the stairwell. Just then the elevator door opened the two cops and three firemen and myself piled in and hit the PH button. My heart was thumping in my throat as we rose the 7 floors. He was no longer talking on the other end of the phone. But the line was still open. I just kept talking to him anyway.

The door opened on his floor. He was lying face down in the hallway just outside of the elevator. We had to step over him to get out. I leaned down to tell him I was there and it was going to be ok. I just kept looking at the fear on his face. He just seemed so panicked and afraid. I never saw him like that before. The cops asked him basic information. I filled in the gaps he struggled with, name, address, age allergies he had, medications etc. Only a couple of minutes passed before the elevator door opened again and out piled some more firemen and two paramedics. The bf was with them, All of us were crammed into his small hallway outside his door. I could hear his dogs whimpering from inside. I asked him if he had his keys, which luckily he still had in his pocket from coming in from the gym. Otherwise there would be no way to get into his apartment to get to his dogs.

Then one paramedic, rather harshly told him “Sir you have to get up now to get onto the stretcher” I watched as he struggled to get to his feet without any help from anyone. I would have helped him, but there were too many people in the tiny hallway between me and him to get near enough to help. I thought is this the way it happens in real life? You have to pull yourself up onto the stretcher by yourself? Not even a heart attack entitles you to a helping hand? He got on the stretcher and the two paramedics shoved him into the elevator. The door closed. Bf and I went down the stairs with the pack of firemen and the two cops. We met him at the bottom where the firemen and cops dispersed and let the paramedics take over. They put him in the back of the ambulance and told us to wait while they checked his vitals, and that they wouldn’t leave without us. BF and I stood on the curb outside of his building. This was the first moment we had to breathe and catch our breath. We sort of looked at each other speechless, not sure what to make of the situation. We rehashed the sequence of events and how it was lucky that by coincidence I was on my way to him when all of this happened. What if it happened when nobody was around? We put the thought out of our minds and waited for the paramedics. Finally they hopped out and bf got in the back with him and I hopped up front with the driver. We headed toward Saint Vincent’s Hospital which was about 15 blocks away. The driver told me his blood pressure was normal and he had a regular pulse and they gave him some aspirin and a dose of nitro. But I still found it odd that he didn’t race to the hospital, he didn’t even turn on the siren. Maybe they see this sort of thing all the time, but it all seemed too casual to me.

We pulled up to the hospital and they unloaded him from the back and wheeled him toward the doors as we entered they told us only one of us could come in with him. I went in and left BF in the waiting area to call a couple of his friends and his assistant.

They ran an EKG and took blood, even took a chest x-ray. None of the people who checked him found anything out of the ordinary. He was still freaking out and wanted more attention and above all answers. I stayed in communication with BF by cellphone. His friends were beginning to arrive.

Side note: things not to say in the ER to someone who thinks they are having a heart attack:

R: “Why is this taking so long?”

Me: “They’re doing what they can, you must be out of danger because everything they checked seemed normal”

R: “Shouldn’t there be more monitors on me or something?”

Me: “They already ran the EKG and you do have that one thing on your finger, it’s attached to the machine above your head.”

R: “What does it say?”

Me: “I guess it monitors your pulse and heart rate.”

R: “Well…what is the screen doing?”

Me: “Nothing at all…it’s just a flat line.”

R: (long pause) “You’re not helping.”

After that we sent in his friends one by one to see him. We left him with them until he was admitted overnight for observation. We walked his dogs and picked up his ipod and some other stuff from home. We went back just before visiting hours ended. And for some odd reason I had the urge to take pictures with him in his hospital bed, (don’t ask, I know it was a sick thing to do) and we left. We still don’t know if it was a heart attack or not. They’re doing tests today to find out what it is.

The civilized way to work

2005-05-05T11:20:00.000-04:00

The reason you havent heard from me in the last week or so, was because I was on location shooting some print ads here.

We shot in 2 locations, first at the pool at the Raleigh Hotel then here at a private beach resort at Isla Morada in the florida keys.

I had a great time, shot with a super talented photographer and a great team who really created some miracles for me. The shots were complicated and took a lot of work to pull off, but everyone did a great job to make it happen (I cant show any pictures from the shoot but trust me they really are fantastic)

These are the times I really love my job.

The most unrelaxing weekend ever

2005-04-19T13:12:00.000-04:00

Didn’t blog at all last week due to my heavy work schedule. I have several projects in various states of progress. And I’m excited (and nervous) about all of them. Its really a great time at work, although incredibly stressful. It was the kind of week that I need to decompress from on the weekend and just take it easy. Lately the only thing I desire is to just laze about on weekends and nap. Is that wrong?

Well I didn’t get my wish this weekend. We often do a project around the house on the weekend, but nothing too stressful. However, this weekend was more that I bargained for. Bf got it in his head that he needed curtains in the living room. He actually preferred to have bare windows to get as much light in the room as possible. Last year he had French windows installed, which look great in the space and really lets in a lot of light. The reason he felt we needed curtains, was because we only have one tv (which is in the living room) and it became increasingly difficult to watch porn without being on display for all of his neighbors on the opposite side of the courtyard. And he certainly wasn’t going to give up his porn, so he decided on curtains. Within the last month he realized he had not one, but two peeping toms watching him whack-off. So the curtain project became high priority regardless of my work schedule.

He lives in a brownstone apartment, which is a cut-down of a much larger space, which left him with two windows that are different sizes. This means I would have to tailor the curtains to fit and make them look custom. We found really great curtains at ABC that would look spectacular. But they were much larger than was needed for either window. We got one panel for each window which would need to be split into two panels for each, then hemmed to the correct length. So after work all last week I came home and sewed until I went to bed. Finally Friday we got them up and they looked great but that was only the first part of the project. The second part was the top valance which would be constructed using the fabric that was left over after hemming. Each window would get a center swag and two side jabots (how’s that for window treatment lingo). I got up early on Saturday and started sewing swags and jabots and finished constructing by 2pm. Oh, did I mention, this was not the only project going on this weekend? Yes, there was a second project going on simultaneously. The kitchen. The kitchen is small, dingy, typical of New York apartments.

The kitchen project was inspired by an offhand comment which came from me on Tuesday, which snowballed into a another huge project. The kitchen was a bit of an eyesore. It was one of the few areas in the apartment that we didn’t do anything with because he was planning on a complete renovation cabinets, tile, countertop, appliances, etc. But that isn’t going to happen this year for a number of reasons. So I mindlessly suggested that in the meantime, we could paint it and maybe replace the microwave with a better one that’s not too expensive, even put some halogen lights under the cabinets. He immediately became obsessed. He cleaned out the the entire kitchen. We went hunting for a good looking but cheap microwave to replace the small crappy one he had there. We found a great one by G.E. which fit the nook under the cabinets above the stove almost to the millimeter. He painted the back wall during the week, while I sewed. We had to design and construct a shelf to place the microwave on, which was the trickiest part of the project. Then I installed the under cabinet lighting which made the entire project come to life. The last part of the project was the countertop, which was old and stained. We decided to paint it. This is not a project I would ever recommend doing. It’s incredibly difficult to get it completely smooth and even. And it requires lots of taping and multple layers of primer, paint, and polyurethane, and still it’s a crapshoot as to how it will come out. The painting was finished Sunday night. We did the polyurethane last night, spraying on six coats and finished at 1am. Nearly died of asphyxiation.

This was definitely one Monday I was actually happy to be back at work.

On top of doing all of that, we bought rollerblades at Paragon Saturday. Right! Like I really need yet another extracurricular activity. But it was nice to go down to the piers and get some fresh air for a while and get out of the polyurethane cloud.

Daylight Savings Time

2005-04-04T12:50:00.000-04:00

It's just plain cruel. FUCK!!

This week

2005-03-31T13:52:00.000-05:00

The bastards are actually making me “work” at work. I mean really, what the fuck is that about? If I thought I was actually going to have to work I would have done something else for a living. Actually it’s going great just super fucking busy.

But here’s a quick topline to keep you up to date

1. D.B. gym saunas closed by dept of health. (didn’t see that coming) first they put annoying soap dispensers in the showers to block “views” then an ever-present hovering attendant in the lockeroom, now a big yellow sticker on the sauna door saying closed by board of health. Hmmm I wonder why.

2. My trips to London…on…off…on…off…now back on again. I wont let myself believe it till I’m sitting in the lobby of the Bentley hotel sipping tea.

3. My new latest favorite movie which I just bought on DVD: “Shaun of the dead.”

Not the sharpest pencils

2005-03-23T12:03:00.000-05:00

I have to admit there was one part of BP that really freaked me out. They decked out the upstairs to look like a Mexican prison. There were several rooms which stemmed from a main hallway some of the rooms had bunk beds or bars projected on the walls and a couple of the rooms way in the back were outfitted with bails of hay, all to great effect. I won’t go into what was happening up there, but lets just say it gets pretty crowded. In one of the rooms someone opened a window to get some air. A while later, I look over and notice there are two guys sitting there on bails of hay near the window having a cigarette break. I mean REALLY!! How dumb do you have to be to be sitting on a bail of hay smoking a cigarette!?! I just had to say something. I went over and pointed out the stupidity of their actions. They just looked up at me like I was just being some sort of asshole. I tried to be clearer, I said: “I’m not trying to bust your balls, but one spark and those bails of hay will go up in seconds, and none of us will make it out of here.” With that they flicked their cigarettes out of the window and shot me an indignant look.

Black Party 2005

2005-03-23T11:03:00.000-05:00

Ok, I’m finally back. I survived Black Party (barely). I wanted to comment earlier on the party but I’ve been laid up in bed recovering for the past 2 days. I should have known better than to attempt a party of that magnitude while fighting a cold. Well I did, and now I’m paying for it. It was definitely well worth it though. They did a great job this year. The details were amazing, from the live chickens in the front hallway when we entered, to the hot wrestlers sporting hardons, to the orange jumpsuit chain gangs upstairs in the “Penile colony”. Everything worked. The music was the best I’ve ever heard at Black Party. And a sea of hot men with lots of exposed flesh, WOOF!! Even the dome they constructed over the dance floor, reminiscent of the old saint was a great idea. I watched guys just dancing starting up mesmerized at the changing images that were being projected. The entire event was total sensory overload. There’s no way you can just go to Black Party you are almost forced to commit yourself to it entirely. This is a perfect example of what great parties are about. There are bigger parties and more lavish events. But they all seem plastic and contrived when compared to Black Party. It seemed to go by in a flash, I met so many great people, danced for hours, and just had a lot of fun. Now I have to recover and wait for every part of my body to stop hurting.

Welcome to New York

2005-03-18T14:22:00.000-05:00

We saw Hairspray on Wednesday (Bruce Vilanch was fantastic as Edna Turnbladt). And as we let out I realized that the doors to the theater open directly across from the entrance to Roseland, and at just about the same time that Black Party is scheduled to begin on Saturday. I began to smirk at the thought of all those shiny Midwestern theatergoers visiting our great city, and having just seen a dazzling Broadway musical, probably still humming “You cant stop the beat”, and as they exit the theater doors out onto the street, imagine thier surprise when the first thing they’ll see is a line of leather-clad guys waiting to get into Roseland dressed in full leather regalia! I love it. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall when they get back to Iowa or wherever they hell they came from, and tell stories from their trip… “Oh yes, we had a lovely time in New York City, we saw a very entertaining musical where a man who looks like a frog played the mother, then we came out onto the street and saw five hundred men all dressed in black leather with their bums exposed!”

I bet their vacation photos are going to be the subject of a lot of talk over at the local photomat.

It's my birthday today

2005-03-15T14:14:00.000-05:00

which feels remarkably like any other day...except with the added nagging feeling that I'm another FUCKING YEAR OLDER!!!

At least I'm taking it well.

They're like flies

2005-03-14T16:25:00.000-05:00

Remember when celebrity sightings used to be a novelty? Well these days you just can’t seem to throw a stone in this city with out hitting one. A couple of hours ago on my lunch break I was in Comp USA shopping for some ipod accessories and I hear “excuse me” from over my shoulder. And who was standing there trying to get at the ipod accessories?, Bruce Vilanch! I stepped aside and let him get to he docking stations or whatever he was looking for. And I was there for about 10 minutes comparing items next to him. And afterwards I thought aren’t celebrity sightings supposed to be more special?, fleeting glimpses that make you feel like you just had a magical moment. Not watching them choose cables for their ipods.

And then this past weekend we were on the street waiting for our friend to meet us for brunch. I was on my cell phone and my bf was checking emails on his blackberry. Along comes a hot guy walking with a young child and walking a dog. I motion to bf to look quick at the “hot dad” coming down the street… who was it? Ethan Hawke. Again we were there for about 10 mins waiting for our friend while Ethan strolled leisurely by, down to the corner and back… It felt a bit surreal. I guess I just forget or just don’t expect that they have “normal” lives the same as we do.

I can even top that. One morning recently in a diner on 8th ave. A couple with a baby in a stroller walk in, my bf noticed an odd accent when the woman spoke, we waited for her to turn around and sure enough, it was Bjork. Carson Kressley, whom I’ve seen in that diner before, I would expect. But Bjork really was a surprise.

There was a time in my life when I would be a bit more awestruck, but I guess in my career I work with celebrities on occasion, some big, some not so much. But it has made me see them as people and professionals. I would never approach anyone in a restaurant or during a personal moment like that. But sometimes I love living in a city where that can happen so randomly. Ok I guess I do still see it as a novelty somewhat.

The reason I was in CompUSA in the first place was because I was shopping for my bf's birthday present. I took seeing bruce vilanch as a sign. I figured since I had Mr. Vilanch’s proximity karma all over me, what better present then to take him to see Hairspray for his birthday. I stopped at the box office and got tickets on my way back to work.

Ministry of Sound Annual 2005

2005-03-07T14:37:00.000-05:00

I've been listening to this on a constant loop on my ipod for the last week since i bought it at the LGBT expo at the javits center last weekend.

Mom loved her gift...

2005-03-07T14:04:00.000-05:00

...But I made the mistake of mentioning to my siblings that I got a gift for mom and wrapped it special for her. They must have went into panic mode and sounded the alarm, they all scrambled to get her presents (we don’t usually do real gifts for birthdays in our family maybe a card or flowers but rarely a full-out wrapped gift). I only did it because I already had the gift bought for another reason. I just took this opportunity to wrap it. Even my brother who rarely even bothers to buy a birthday card went out and found her a tasteful and appropriate card. My brother’s technique for buying cards is, to go into the card store, find the category, say valentines, birthday, anniversary, whatever the occasion. Then grab the first one his hand touches and buy it. He can’t be bothered to actually read the card in the store. There have been several occasions where the card he bought, didn’t match the recipient. My favorite example of this was the time he bought a father’s day card for my dad that said to dad from your loving step-daughter! He’s always a good source for amusement around the holidays. The best part is he didn't know it was wrong until after he gave it to my dad. Nope, holidays are never boring around my family.

I’m not well…

2005-03-04T15:14:00.000-05:00

I guess this post could be dedicated to Martha.

I just spent the last 2 hours wrapping a gift for my mother’s birthday. It’s an illness, just like my bizarre fetish for little boxes. I have to admit that I get off on wrapping gifts. Most people see giftwrapping as a painful chore that must be done out of tradition or something. Nope. Not me. I relish the opportunity to wrap a gift in an unusual way. You should see me at Christmas time, I’m a maniac. Every gift is over the top. Beads, sequins, feathers, gold leaf are all used in my wrapping extravaganzas. Once I even created a gift box that lit from within to reveal holiday scenes of people caroling or skating. Here’s the latest example of my sickness…

It’s a gift for my mother’s birthday. The idea was to find a celestial chart with the constellation of Pisces. Then apply glass beads with faces over the stars that make up the constellation. But I didn’t have time this morning at work to find the exact constellation I was looking for online (friggin’ work kept interrupting me). So I settled for a generic celestial map and retouched it in photoshop, printed it out, then wrapped the box with an outer layer of clear acitate to make it look glossy. Then I found these weird little faces online and printed them out, and glued them to the back of glass beads (the kind used in the bottom of vases to anchor flower arrangements) and just randomly glued them all over. The beads act like lenses distorting the faces in a cool way. A little brown ribbon and a small hand lettered card and Voila!! A completely over-wrapped gift fit for mom. And my status as favorite child stays intact for another year.

What’s inside the box? Who cares? It’s just a gift. Don’t you get it? It’s all about the presentation not what’s inside.

I need help.

Pug owners eat your hearts out.

2005-02-24T17:00:00.000-05:00

I’ve come across many a blog with pictures of pugs claiming to have cuteness superiority, and while I must admit many of them are pretty damn cute…I’m sorry to do this to all of you pug owners out there… but I have to introduce you to Bella “THE” cutest pug on the planet.

Now, now, I know you’re thinking… “It’s not possible! My pug is the cutest pug on the planet!” Well, I’m sorry to inform you that you are wrong. I can say this with complete objectivity because she’s not even my pug. Its okay to still love your pug as you always have, just understand that no other pug is as cute as Bella. Watch this short video for proof. I defy anyone to show me another pug with a higher rating on the cute-o-meter.

Bella is four and a half years old and has neurological problems, which cause her to stumble and fall a lot, she has cateracts and can’t see very well and also has hearing problems. And at times she more resembles a genetic experiment gone awry than she does a dog. It has not stopped her from being one of the sweetest, most loving creatures I've ever known! I met Bella and her counterpart E.J. (a black pug from the same cage at the pet store) around this time last year. And in this past year, we’ve spent a lot of time on Fire Island and here in the city. And while both dogs have grown on me considerably. I have to say that Bella and I have our special bond. And even though she can barely see somehow she always knows It’s me and get excited to see me in a way that she does for few other people. Ok I have to stop. I’ve already gotten way sappier than I wanted to. (dammit, I hate it when I do that!) Lets just say that you can expect more pictures of the world’s cutest pug in the future.

...and later that night

2005-02-23T13:47:00.000-05:00

we went to Park, great crowd, great music, but it was someting like a 45 minute wait to check coats. not cool. here's a picutre from our walk home.

The gates in central park

2005-02-23T13:37:00.000-05:00

We went to see the gates in central park on sunday. here's a look at our experience.

My favorite poster for Black Party

2005-02-16T13:15:00.000-05:00

I noticed that tickets for this year’s Black Party, Lucha Libre rites: XXVI go on sale this Friday, and yours truly will of course be first online to buy mine. It’s my favorite party of the year. It always proves to be the most surreal night of the year (and for me, that’s really saying something). It got me thinking about past black parties, and oh my, the stories I could tell. But what I want to talk about here, is about the posters, specifically my favorite one.

It’s from, Black Party 2001, which featured an image of an innocent young boy sitting in the grass holding a raw steak. The first time I saw it, I thought how odd for a Black Party poster. It was completely unlike anything I would have expected for a hardcore leather event. I mean you'd expect some sort of heavy/dark/leather-clad/whips & chains/fetish/fantasy/torture image for an event like Black Party. But no, it was just a cute innocent boy doing nothing particularly wrong on a white background. It was done in a children’s storybook style. The Image just grabbed me immediately and has stayed with me since. It just creeps me out, yet fascinates me at the same time. I’m always drawn to weird shit like that. I was told the artist is Mark Ryden . Go check him out for more delicious images of perversion of innocence. I don’t know much about him, but he has become one of my favorite artists. You’ll notice his style is heavily borrowed from, by people like Tim Burton, among others. Really great bizarre stuff.

Ft Lauderdale

2005-02-16T13:10:00.000-05:00

Driving along the beach in Ft Lauderdale this past staurday.

Thanks man

2005-02-10T14:47:00.000-05:00

I was going though my usual list of favorite blogs this morning while drinking my coffee, and I notice a mention of my blog at narcissism101. (Very cool of you man, thanks Aaron Elvis) Immediately, I thought 2 things: 1, Wow! Somebody actually found my blog. And 2, Great! Now I have something to write about for today.

I have to admit I'm still quite new to t whole blog thing. I started it more as a record of my life and a place to post general feelings of various topics (also to post pictures, I take tons of pictures, almost everyday in fact, but I’m a bit lazy about sorting them and posting). And up until recently I haven’t been too serious about blogging. And even though I know it’s here for anyone to see, I figured, who’s gonna find it? Or read it? But I guess even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while right?

I would like to be more focused with my blog in the future, so if anyone has any advice for me feel free to drop me a line. Any encouragement is appreciated.

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I'm heading to Ft Lauderdale this weekend, can’t wait. Even though the weather is supposed to be kinda chilly, who cares!! I'll still be near the beach and I WON"T BE HERE!! I won’t be around till next wed… see you then.

Sideways

2005-02-09T10:27:00.000-05:00

Every once in a while a really well written, well directed, well acted, movie comes along and it just works. Well, sideways is one of those movies for me. It just taps into human emotions and feelings we all have in a way that most movies never even get close to. I just hope it gets the recognition it deserves at the Oscars this year, instead of some mega-production piece of crap.

This manifestation brought to you by the letter Q

2005-01-25T13:05:00.000-05:00

On Sunday the BF and I went to see Avenue Q. I have to say, it deserved the Tony award for best play. I happened to be at the Tony’s this past year and was sitting in the row right in front of the cast from Avenue Q. It was amazing to be there At Radio City sitting right near them when their name was called. It was a very emotional and moving experience to be surrounded by the cast as they won. Now I see why they won, the play is simple yet incredibly original and seemed to resonate with every member of the audience. I had a great time. And would definitely recommend it to everyone.

{Long tangent here, but bear with me, there is a point I promise}

Manifestation is one of those concepts that’s been on my mind a lot lately. Manifestation as in putting an idea out into the universe and how that energy is returned to you in a cosmic sense and how it relates to Karma etc. My bf and I have noticed a huge amount of good fortune lavished upon us lately. But not winning the lottery kind of stuff. More like when you’re thinking about an old friend whom you haven’t spoke to in a while, then the same day they call out of the blue. That kind of manifestation. Well it’s been happening to us a lot recently. In fact it’s become a running joke between us. Now, whenever something happens we try to beat each other to say: “See! We manifested this!!” then we break out laughing.

Now you have to understand where I’m coming from. I’m not a religious person at all. However, I do have a strong sense of spirituality. And I’ve gone through my goth phase through art school, wore lots of black and dabbled in silly things like fortune telling and I even designed and illustrated a set of my own tarot cards. But I was young and believed in all of that. Now I just see spirituality as a common universal link that weaves through everything and binds us all together. But I just can’t help but notice all of the coincidences happening lately. And I’ve been questioning the idea of manifesting. Its like I do a favor for someone and the favor seems to be returned back from some unexpected source. Let me give you an example. When we were in Disney World, we had gotten express tickets for one of the rides with a long line, but it was getting late and we were leaving the park. So we decided to give our express tickets to someone waiting in the line so the tickets wouldn’t go to waste, which we did, and went back to our hotel. Well, the very next day we were at Universal Studios. We arrived late and only had an hour left before the park closed. We had just seen the Terminator 3D ride and figured we only had time for one more ride for the evening. Just at that moment a family walked up to us and handed us their all-access pass to the park to get on the express lines to any ride, as many times as we wanted. Coincidence? Some cosmic plan? Who knows? All I know is we managed to fit in 4 more rides in that last hour and even rode the Mummy ride twice! All without waiting on lines!

But this sort of thing has happened a number of times in the last few months either my bf or I will express some wish or desire, or maybe do some random favor or good deed, and *poof* just like that, something will just seem to materialize out of thin air. I can’t explain it.

{Now back to my main point}

The reason I went off talking about manifestation is because on Sunday we had no plans to see Avenue Q. in fact we had entirely different plans for the evening. About an hour before the show, we were getting ready to meet some of our friends, hang out, and go to The Park, when my friend calls out of the blue saying that her friend has 2 tickets for that night’s performance and cant’ go, would we like to go? Would we?! Well, hell yeah!! I’ve been dying to see it since that night at the Tony’s but, between my work and travel schedule, I just never got around to getting tickets. And I was even considering just going to the box office this week to get tickets before I missed my chance. But it was definitely the next show I wanted to see. And there the tickets just landed in my lap!

Here’s yet another interesting footnote: it just so happens that in my work I’m working on an ongoing project that involves a puppet (don’t ask—long story). But, after seeing Avenue Q, I was so inspired by some of the creative puppetry, so simple yet ingenious I was totally inspired to come to work and incorporate some of that kind of spirit into the puppet I’m working with. The kind of puppet is entirely different, but I realized how untapped the potential of our puppet is. My puppet is way more elaborate and can do things animatronically which Muppet style puppets can’t. And the puppeteers I’m working with are equally as talented at their craft as any of the Muppet/Avenue Q people. I can’t wait to collaborate with the puppeteers on my upcoming project.

See what I mean about everything being interconnected? Ooooohh!!! I just got a chill.

2005-01-21T11:51:00.000-05:00

It's at times when I'm too busy to blog -- I invoke my blogger mantra: at least my life is full enough to not be guilty for not blogging -- I'd rather have a busy life than have all the free time in the world to blog about nothing. Sounds kinda zen huh? Whatever! It's my excuse and I'll use at my own discretion.

My life has been super busy between my social life and my work, I've had very little time for me lately. I went to a family reunion last Saturday and then Alegria on Sunday (which spilled well in to Monday). I’m always amazed at how many people I run into at Alegria that I know from so many different facets of my life. It kind of makes me giggle to think that people I know from work are mixing on the same dance floor as people I’ve had sex with. Sometimes I even introduce them without saying how I know either of them just to see how they would interact.

Last night I went to a good-bye party for a dear friend who comes into town for three or four weeks then leaves for a month or two. It almost seems kind of silly to have a farewell party for her every few months when she is constantly coming and going. But who cares, it’s a damn solid excuse for a party(like I really need and excuse). And besides it kept me from hibernating in my apartment from the cold (which I have to fight) otherwise I’d rarely consider going out unless it was absolutely necessary.

Bye K – have fun

How do i choose?

2005-01-12T15:23:00.000-05:00

I've discoverd a great blog Joe. My. God. and have been following it for the past couple of weeks. He had a post today asking some of his friends: "What is the GAYEST thing you've EVER done?"
Hmmmmmm? I couldnt resist... There are so many to chose from, I decided to send a comment with one of my favorites, here it is.

The gayest thing I've ever done was on New Year’s eve 2002. I went to a sexparty at a penthouse in Manhattan with a view of Times square, and fucked in the freezing cold outside on the balcony wearing only combat boots and a black full length faux-fur coat while watching the ball drop at midnight. But then again who hasn’t?

Good times, good times ;-)

Back from my own personal world tour

2005-01-11T14:42:00.000-05:00

Well I've been busy as hell lately since I've been back from the holidays. been traveling alot having a great time been to London for a week for work and i have to say you London boys are fun. i have to get back there soon. then the family for Christmas. Then Orlando (Disney Universal Epcot etc...) i think I've had enough of Orlando and its theme parks full of screaming kids and breeder families to last me another decade. Unless of course i go back during Gaydays, then I suppose it'll be alright. At least the second part of our trip to (not so sunny or warm) Florida was Ft Lauderdale for new years. and again I have to say that Ft Lauderdale boys are as much fun as the London boys. George's alibi is my favorite place there video bar with lots of diva music -- it was almost impossible to drag me out of there.
Dare I say I'm glad to be back at work with no travel plans in the near future. It'll be nice just to hang out in my home town for a while.

Alexander the mediocre

2004-11-29T15:45:00.001-05:00

That was about an hour and a half worth of content culled down to a mere three-hours of boredom. Ok I've now seen Gladiator, Troy and Alexander, and the only one worth watching was Gladiator. I love ancient history and the Roman/Greek genres. I cant’ seem to get enough of it. Well… I can safely say I now have had enough. I had high hopes for Alexander in spite of warnings that it was not very good… In spite of the fact that they left most of the man-on-man action on the cutting room floor. But still I was willing to give it a chance. The story of Alexander is one of my favorites in history, and one I was excited to see brought to the big screen. It should have been spectacular and visually it was. The stories of Alexander were some of the best in history. But still the story sucked. The dialogue was trite. And the acting was weak. Oliver Stone, you’re better than that. It’s not like you didn’t have the budget to make it work. And Colin Farrel was no more believable as an emperor in control of most of the ancient world than Pee Wee Herman would have been in the same part. What a let down of a movie. I should have gone to see the Incredibles.

The most important thing I did learn from the movie didn’t come from the movie at all. It came from the group of straight guys sitting behind us. Make no mistake--we are HATED! They made no attempt to make their feelings about homosexuality known. Beyond their obnoxious outbursts I realized they were not putting on a show for the rest of us. They really couldn’t get past the gay themes of the story. They couldn’t accept the character for his accomplishments because of his homosexuality. I thought My God! In this day and age, in a city like New York, you’d think people would be a bit more understanding. THEY AREN’T!! In fact I think it’s getting worse. I’ve noticed straight people trying less to conceal their contempt for gay people. It surprises me when I see anti-gay comments made on 8th avenue in the heart of Chelsea. Maybe it has to do with our republican government, I don’t know. But I’ve noticed the recent trend of directness of hatred with out guilt or apology. If this is one of the byproducts of a republican administration, I can hardly wait to see what the next four years will bring.

!!!!!!

2004-11-03T15:18:00.000-05:00

Apparently americans really are that stupid!!!

The best way to come out

2004-11-03T13:40:00.001-05:00

My new fabulous technique for coming out, is to throw the person into the most surreal possible situation, catch them completely off guard, then spring it on them. I did this Halloween night with my sister. I brought my bf to the village to meet her dressed in matching gladiator costumes. Then invited her out to the Suzanne Bartsch party at the Copa. Once she was immersed in thumping music, bizzare and wonderful costumes all around spectacular drag queens and a handful of chemicals, I told her he was my bf.

She of course knew and loves me anyway.

Then I left her at Bf's cause I had an early morning for work -- they stayed up all night bonding with each other and talking about me. (I don't even want to guess what they talked about)

Now I just have to wait till next Hallloween and get my mom out on the dance floor and rolling at the Mrs. Bartch's party

A shark's tale

2004-10-27T13:27:00.000-04:00

I went to see A shark's tale the other night. my friends dragged me against my will-- I was more in the mood for a horror flick, to get me in the Halloween mood. but everyone wanted to go see A shark's tale. Oh my fucking god!!! I missed entire scenes because I was laughing so hard. really well done from the spectacular animation to the great performances by the entire cast and all the cultural references. I’m glad I got talked into seeing it.

I guess as much as I enjoy watching people get hacked to bits -- I enjoy laughing just as much.

Making halloween

2004-10-25T13:02:00.000-04:00

Some people are happy to just pull together a costume the night before Halloween. Or even easier just go out an buy one. Oh no, not me…Something in my DNA won’t let me do that. Halloween is my favorite holiday of the year. And I love dressing up. But I always make myself crazy by making my costumes. i want them to be exactly right. This year is the first year I’ve ever repeated costumes. (Not a total repeat, I had to make some modifications, of course).

So for the past couple of weeks I’ve been doing my Halloween preparations. Making costumes. This year I’ve taken on more than i have in the past. I’m updating the pines party gladiator costumes by adding breast-plates and capes maybe even a helmet, and a tame costume for my work Halloween party. Then re-feathering my showgirl costume for my friend’s party at his house. Oh and I almost forgot I’m also making two pug costumes for his dogs (I’ll post pictures of those) so that makes a total of seven costumes in some form of progress. I love Halloween but I think this year I bit off more than I can chew.

BF is getting really annoyed with me and how much time it takes to do these projects becasue i havent' been spending time with him.

I just hope I’m not too exhausted by the end of this week to enjoy all the parties.

They like me!.. they really like me!

2004-10-14T14:26:00.000-04:00

Bf's parents finally left. I watched his mother run the gamut of emotions in a few days. She went from completely clueless, to "Something's up", to "I think I understand", to "Oh no, I do understand", to "What am I going to tell the neighbors", to "You have to come to our house and stay with us, we'll cook and do crafts together".
Of course she loves me. How could she not love me.

...Joy and peace reigned, and all was right throughout the land.

Hi, I'm your son's boyfriend

2004-10-08T14:58:00.000-04:00

I met his parents last night -- very sweet people. Very reserved. Dad definitely gets it and was very cool about it even though he didn't say anything, he was just very accepting. Mom has a vague nagging idea that something isn't right, but not quite sure what it is. She's still sizing me up and doesn't quite know how to procede. We'll see what happens. There's a whole weekend left to figure it out.

I was quite proud of my bf, it took a lot of courage to have me meet them. And I know he really wanted to it to go well.

Congrats, you got through it and lived .

The fun just never stops

2004-10-05T13:18:00.000-04:00

Done with the pugs -- it was torture taking care of them, but I really felt sad leaving them for the last time. God help me but I love the little bastards.

And onward to the next fiasco. Bf's parents are coming in on thursday and staying for the weekend. They'll stay at his place, he'll stay at mine. He's not officialy out to them (just a lot of obvious hints). We're not going to tell them what the deal is. We'll just see how long it takes for them to figure it out.

This is going to be an interesting weekend.

I can guarantee a really interesting post is on it's way.

Knee deep in shit.

2004-10-04T13:55:00.000-04:00

I'm watching a pair of pugs for a friend. He asked me if I could watch them while he's away on business. I said sure, why not. After all I get along great with them, and I love being around them. Plus, I've watched them before on Fire Island. So I thought how hard could it be. Until I discovered that...THEY'RE LITTLE FILTHY BEAST SPAWNS OF SATAN!!!! Fucking god. The little bastards are little shit factories. I never knew how high maintenance they were. They'll take over your life if you let them. On Fire Island it was so easy, you just let them run out in the yard they take a dump and you cover it with sand. no big dea.

It's like a billion times worse in Manhattan. If they haven’t shit or peed in the house first, you have to wrestle them into their harnesses, and take them out. (The first night out I walked them for 45 mins before they decided to do anything. and then they only peed and waited to get back inside to shit. One is a little slow and the other one runs at full speed. So the entire event is a constant tug of war. And what is with every stranger on the steet being totally fascinated with pugs??? people come rushing up to them screaming Oh my god! look it's a pug! It's chelsea people. Every third faggot has a pug here. They're not that exotic. The worst is when one of the pugs is about to take a shit and get into position and someone comes over to pet them. They're gushing over how cute the dog is, while i'm thinking, "Thanks lady, it took me a half hour of waitiing to get him to take a shit and you came over and broke his concentration". I'm here to let the dogs take a dump not make friends.

If one of them by fate does something you have to reward them with a treat. (I learned never forget the treats during the walk. Dont' ask me why -- it's just bad, bad , bad!!) and if the planets align correctly and they decide to take dump for me (what an honor), I then have to handle their poo by picking it up in a bag. and carrying it to the nearest garbage can. That reason alone was the strongest reminder that, even though I love dogs i can never have one in the city.

I never want to have to handle warm shit ever!!! EEEEEWWWWWW!!!!

Then after my first horrific walk with them I realized that I have to do this three times a day for the next five days. To top it all off, I'm having the hardest week at work. I have to be early and stay late. Now I have the added stress of worrying about the dogs on an already tough schedule. I have to get up extra early to take them out. Let me remind you I'm not a morning person and getting up early is torture enough. But getting up even earlier to walk the shit factories is unforgivable. Then I have to rush home to take them out in a race to get them out before they shit inside. The other day I was in an evening meeting totally not paying attention to anything because all I could think about is how I need to get home for the dogs.

Bludgeon has a lovely ring to it doesn't it?

2004-09-22T16:12:00.000-04:00

M closed on the apartment – great space (needs some work) I’m totally jealous of the amount of space and architectural details. Bf showed up and the 3 of us polished off 2 bottles of champagne to celebrate.

We stood in her empty apartment and got into a random drunken discussion about 2 of my favorite words in the English language, bludgeon and clobber. What are their specific meanings and what is the difference. M’s definition was the best: “The difference between bludgeon and clobber: is my dad could clobber my brother as often as he wants without going to jail”.

Well done M! Have another drink.

Sleeping with Caribou

2004-09-21T14:01:00.000-04:00

I've found lately sleeping with the bf that at least once a night in bed while sleeping I wake up with a limb asleep. I'll have to shake my arm and wait for the blood to rush back into it, and then wait for that awful prickly feeling. We usually fall asleep in some sort of cuddle position, which is nice. But an hour later I often wake up with a numb arm or leg. It's ok when I’m spooning behind him, because I can shift my weight. But when he's spooning behind me I'm trapped under his massive limbs and stuck there until he moves.

Hre's a little background. He's 6'2' and around 200lbs (muscle, not fat) every thing on him is big (and I do mean everything ;-) so when he's on top of you, you know it!

Well, this morning I woke up to him spooning me, his body more on top of me rather than the conventional technique of side-by-side spooning. Of course both of my arms were trapped and totally dead. So I clumsily pushed him off of me. He asked: "What's did you do that for?" and in my half-awake state, I answered: "It feels like I'm sleeping under a Caribou"

I was rather proud of my subconscious decision to go with a non-cliché animal instead of something obvious like elephant for example.

Saturday fun

2004-09-18T10:11:00.000-04:00

Today I could've gone to the gym, or cleaned the apartment (which it desperately needs), or even gone shopping for fall clothes. I even would have been happy sitting at home doing nothing. But no... I'll be working instead (the last thing I wanted to do today).

Bf is on fire island --I'm glad its raining, I wouldn't want to know anyone is having fun without me, and clearly God is on my side.

Mom's just keeping it real.

2004-09-14T15:43:00.000-04:00

How's this for strange, while getting ready to go to her 50th anniversary, my mom comes to me to check her outfit (as she usually does). She shows me the jewelry she has on and asks: "Is this too much bling?" Too much bling?!! She delivered the line with a totally straight face, no wink of any kind. Picture a small woman in her early seventies using a word like Bling? My mom is fairly hip for a woman her age. She still works, and has a pretty substantial social life. But Bling? It just sounded so strange coming out of her mouth. I almost didn't know how to respond.

The only time I could remember being caught off guard like that by her, was the time she called me and said: "Did you hear Puffy got a house in the Hamptons?"

...And by the way mom, four gold chains, a diamond studded Mercedes emblem and the gold tooth IS too much bling.

How about never...is never good for you?

2004-09-14T11:20:00.000-04:00

It was my parent's 50'th wedding anniversary on sunday. wonderful party, relatives i haven't seen in years, almost every one of which asked me why i'm not married.

All right. I'm in my mid 30's and never had a girlfirend to speak of. None of them has ever seen me with a girl. I've never even mentioned a girl. How could they ask such a stupid question? Let's just say some of my relatives are not the sharpest pencils in the box. But really, must i wear a neon sign around my neck? I dont' go around coming out to everyone. But I just find it insulting that i'm expected to get married by a certain age. Even if i were straight, it would still be unaccepable to them that i'm not married. ( I know this for a fact because my brothers are both unmarried and they get the same crap). I mean, it would be wrong to go up to people over 80 and say "Aunt Edna, you're over 80 when are you going to break a hip?!!" so dont' come up to me and ask me why i'm not married.

How's this for bizzare? One of my older cousins approached my brother trying to set him up with a beautiful girl. The strange part is she is another cousin, with the same maiden name as my mother!!! And an even stranger part is my brother agreed to meet her!!! What the fuck is that?!! who the hell goes to family events to cruise?

One more small insight as to why i'm the way i am.

I miss summer already

2004-09-10T13:11:00.000-04:00

What is this unwritten rule that as soon as September first rolls around, everybody automatically snaps in to diligent work mode? What the fuck is that!! I mean we were just sipping mimosas on the beach 5 days ago enjoying how nice it is to have free time. And now that creepy "Back to school" vibe has taken over causing everybody and me to be working endless 15 hour days. Did we forget how nice it is to take it easy a bit? Don’t get me wrong, I like what I do. I just don’t want to be doing it for 15 hours a day.

Lighten up everyone – It’s just September, not boot camp.

How many more days till Memorial day?
I’ll be over here at my computer having a mental mimosa if anyone needs me.

I just don't get it.

2004-09-09T13:55:00.000-04:00

Went to the US Open last night. Had the tennis scoring explained to me about 8 times, and i still don't get it. I'm blaming a martini, 2 glasses of wine, 4 shots of tequilla and a cozmopolitan. But I'm afraid it really has nothing to do with the drinks and I'm just retarded.

Got Davenport's autograph on my ticket tho.

Quote of the summer

2004-08-31T12:38:00.000-04:00

"Oh my god! I've spent hours on line looking for pictures of naked midgets"

10 minutes of total fun

2004-08-26T13:23:00.000-04:00

This is my first chance to post since I’ve been on vacation last week. I wanted to report on the Colossus Party.

Fun at first -- ended as a disaster. Our first clue should have been the raindrops we felt as we were leaving our house. I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let it get me down. I was going to have fun no matter what.

Here’s how the evening played out.

Got there, hung out a bit, showed off our costumes, danced a bit, got rained on, danced some more, power went out, stood there in the dark wondering, “What the fuck!! $150 for this?!!” power came back on, got rained on some more, danced a bit more, got rained on more, hid out in the casino tent to get warm, party ended, went home at midnight.

I agree with Aaron, a backup plan wouldn't have been a bad idea.

Yet another party i can't wait for

2004-08-13T11:47:00.000-04:00

but this one is only minutes away.

Pines Party is my second favorite party of the year (the first is Black Party). I just hope it isn't ruined by the reports of showers on saturday.

I'l be there with my bf and best friend. we'll be wearing greek warrior costumes, leather skirt with brass studs, cuffs, arambands, shinguards. i spent all week sewing, setting brass studs and grommets. the only thing we won't have is swords. No..wait... that's not etirely true...well nevermind.

Giddy as a schoolgirl

2004-08-05T13:12:00.000-04:00

There’s going to be a Wigstock this August in Tompkins Square Park on the 21st. Well, the gods of big hair, high heels and false eyelashes have smiled down upon me. I went every year they had it on the west side. I remember the last time I went, that final year on the pier. I went dressed as an all white showgirl (over 8 feet tall after heels and headdress) In fact that was the last time I did drag at all. And fuck me, but I miss it, Designing and creating the costumes. I miss playing a new persona and camping it up, and all the attention I get. It’s like a drug I can’t resist.

And yours truly hopes to be there (if I’m not trapped on fire island that weekend) I hope to wear a very tight sequin dress (that I actually spent months sewing sequins by hand) with a white bubble style wig, very old Hollywood, very Marilyn “Happy Birthday mr. President”. I created it to wear to Suzanne Bartch’s Halloween party last year at the Maritime hotel. But I was on the rocks with my bf at the time and wasn’t much in the mood to get dressed. The irony was, that the guy I was dumping him for, ended up going to her party. It would have been the perfect event to get dressed up and let him see me do drag for the first time.

But I digress…

My point is that I’m giddy as a schoolgirl and I can’t wait. It’s going to be a bitch getting my sequin-clad ass down to the east side. The pier is only two blocks away from my apartment. It was great I could arrive looking flawless without having to travel far. And my when makeup and wig began to wilt in the heat, I could go home and change into my male alter ego and go back for the rest of the night’s festivities. I don’t know how I’m going to get there this year. I’m very tall in heels and a wig and would hate to be crammed in a cab. And I probably couldn’t sit in a cab anyway. My dress is literally skin tight. So tight in fact, that I can’t sit in it at all! It’s too far to walk in 8 inch platforms, and Mama’s certainly not doing the subway in that outfit. I guess I’m a very high maintenance queen. Anyway I’ll figure that out when the time comes.

Hope to see you all there, and don’t forget to bring your camera sweetie, ‘cause I WILL be fabulous.

Wounded Pride

2004-07-28T18:47:00.000-04:00

That nasty, blurry thing you see in the picture is my big toe, (sans toenail). It fell off last night. You’re probably wondering to yourself what happened to the hard protective toenail covering?

Well, let’s go back to this past NYC Pride where I recklessly decided to wear sneakers. First there was the parade, where it was impossible to walk without people stepping on my toes.

Then there was the pier dance with 4 thousand Janet fans pushing toward the stage just to get a glimpse of her (she was fabulous by the way). Clearly not interested that my feet were in their way.

Then later, there were the overzealous dance floor queens, at the Alegria party, who jump and stomp around without regard for anyone else’s personal space, or big toes for that matter. (to be honest i was having a great time and feeling no pain of any kind at this point) By the time I left Alegria, at around 9am, I could barely feel my feet, let alone my toes.

For the next week I couldn’t feel my toes altogether. And when the feeling did come back it was total pain combined with swelling.

Then the next treat came when one night I was walking, and I felt a sharp pain and my toe exploded and oozed colorful liquid. I hope you aren’t eating as you read this.

The nail at this point was now separated from my toe and only attached at the cuticle. I could now lift it up and look underneath, which looked more or less like an exact replica of the third ring of hell. Did I mention through all of this my toe itself was a dazzeling array purples and pinks?

For the next few weeks I knew it was only a matter of time before the nail fell off. I could only wear sandals, even to work, for all to see my lovely injury.

But the last few days, because of client meetings I was forced to be in shoes. Not comfortable sneakers or casual shoes, but nice hard uncomfortable dress shoes.

And finally last night while I was in bed, I slid my foot across the sheet and felt my nail rip from it’s socket. I lept out of bed and looked at my poor nail dangling by a thread. I had to pull the rest of it off to reveal the glorious thing you see before you.

And now it doesn’t really hurt, but the funky sensitive feeling is really a treat. But I cant’ wait for my nail to grow in. I hope it grows fast.

I do have to say, aside from my icky injury i really did have a great pride.

*Note to self: wear steel-toed footwear to future pride events.

If I had a nickel...

2004-07-27T15:33:00.000-04:00

...for every day I had like this.

How's your day going?

When my skills as a criminal come in handy.

2004-07-26T13:18:00.000-04:00

So, we've been helping a friend paint his apartment for a couple of weeks now and last night, while he was away for work, we stopped by to put some final touches on the design in the bedroom. On the way over we decided to get some Ben & Jerry's. When we got there we thought it would be nice, since it was such a lovely evening, to finish having our ice cream out on his roof deck before we started to paint.

Let me describe the layout of the apartment. It’s a three level penthouse in Chelsea. The first level is the kitchen and dining room. The second level is the TV/living room, or as he calls it, the media room. And the third level is the bedroom. Between the media room and the bedroom is a landing with a wall of sliding glass doors, which opens out onto a roof deck. The bedroom above also has a large sliding glass window, which looks out onto the roof deck.

**Side note: Before you commit to helping a friend paint an apartment, you should (a) never offer to help a friend paint his apartment after having several strong cosmos (b) find out how much wall space is actually involved. (c) if you hear the words “three levels” or “penthouse” feign death if you have to, just get out of it anyway you can. And (d) if, after all of that, you still find yourself helping out – Stay away from multiple shades and overly designed color schemes involving laser-levels and lots of blue painter's tape (Leave that shit up to Christopher Lowell and the freaks over at Trading Spaces).

Anyway, we arrive and head out to the deck. We unlock the sliding glass door and go out, closing the door behind us to keep the cats from coming out and pestering us for our creamy treats. We bask in the evening view of the city and the warm summer breeze. It was absolute heaven.

It’s getting late so we head back inside to do our job. He grabs the handle of the sliding glass door and goes to pull it open and immediately realizes that the safety lock on the track snapped shut when we closed the door to keep the cats from joining us. He conveyed this to my by saying, and let me quote:

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! WE’RE LOCKED OUT!! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!

I don’t really know why I wasn’t as freaked out as he was, even though I know I should have been. I guess either; he was doing enough freaking out for both of us, or I figured we’d break a window or a lock and pay to have it replaced later.

Here were our options at this point: A. We could call our friend (the owner) who would B. have us call the only other person with keys, who is a flight attendant and would most likely be out of town on a flight. Or C. Call the Police or Fire Dept. and have them break into the apartment to open the sliding glass door to let us in.

Then it just popped into my head that the window to the bedroom was probably unlocked from painting it the other day. So we stacked a chair on a table and reached up and pulled on it. Thank god it was open! But now we still had to get in. And standing on a chair on top of a table I still had to make a pretty decent jump to get inside. So I was either going to make it in, or fall and break something. Which would have meant I’d be injured and locked out. I took a deep breath and went for it. I hurled myself up and through the window onto the bedroom floor. Only a couple of minor scrapes and bruises on my shins. BUT HELL, I WAS IN!! I considered for a moment not going to unlock the door to teach him a lesson. But it wasn’t really his fault, and besides, I was feeling too good saving the day and being the hero and all.

My breaking and entering skills sure are not what they used to be, but i made it in didn't I? Why can I never manage to just stay in bed on weekends?

Pines Invasion

2004-07-21T08:19:00.000-04:00

I failed my attempt to be a slug

2004-07-20T12:57:00.000-04:00

Ever notice when you decide to take a day off to simply sit around and do nothing, you end up conquering the world? had a great weekend on fire island but decided to take a ride back with a friend on sunday even though i had monday off. i figured it would be great to hang out in the city on my day off and bascially be a slug -- sit on the couch, jerk off occasionally, nap all day and do absolutely nothing. and since the weather seemed like it was going to be crappy, i wouldn't be compelled to do anything. How hard could that be, right?

Well, i failed.

it all started off ok. slept late and didn't do much before noon, but then bf and i decided to go out an walk around a bit. you know wtih no agenda and all. well we started out by walking down 8th ave and saw this really cool art deco dining table and chairs in the window of the salvation army, and went in to look at it. we didn't buy it but we then decided to see what the housing works thrift shop had to offer. within seconds we were buying an upright piano. as the bf was making arrangements wtih a moving company to have it delivered. I stood there imagining carying it up a flight of steps and struggling to get the overweight behemoth in the doorway, skinned knuckes, scraping the ralph lauren suede paint in the front hallway. it's being delivered today (i'll keep you posted).

There you have it, my day of slugdom derailed.

But oh wait, there's more. we decided to go to century 21cause i needed a watch and he needed pants. So after lunch and a couple of belini's we headed down there. but of course since we were in the area we had to stop at J&R to look at the flat screen tvs we were thinking about getting for the bedroom. and of course got side tracked at the back massagers and ended up buying a hair clipper. then we finally ended up at century 21-- bought a watch, icewine glasses some D&G shirts. And while trying on pants we realized that we are both tight in size 34, we decided we absolutely refuse to be over a size 34 (which is unforgiveable in itself since we both go to the gym regularly) and headed back to go work out. we did a chest/abs workout and met a friend for sushi at 10:00. got home around 11:30 and did a little modeling session for each other. then i headed home at midnight exhausted and hit the bed.

What happened to the naps? and j/o sessions? watching pointless tv shows? not moving off the couch to even shower?

I blame Canada.

Something in the water?

2004-07-14T11:48:00.000-04:00

What the fuck is going on? I thought it was just me feeling like crap for the last few days. a total lack of drive or ablility to get out of bed in the morrning. I thought it was just the weather getting me down. then i find out everyone i know and work with is feeling the same way and my best friend just broke up with her boyfriend. it may be that everybody just needs a big hug. so if you need one just come see me. (cute boys to the front of the line) and here's a few X's and O's for all the rest of you out there just in case.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

and M you may need a bigger hug and a bottle of sancere (or two). It'll be ok.

Catch 22

2004-07-09T11:35:00.000-04:00

Well, I learned my first lesson in blogging this week. (it's an important one so brace yourself) The more life experiences you have the less time you have to write about them. And the more time you have to blog, chances are your life is most likely a fucking bore.

Pretty deep huh?

Busy doesn't even begin to describe my week. Fire Island, The Invasion of the Pines, Installing really fucking cool flags to our deck, helping a buddy paint his penthouse every night this week and seeing Philobilus modern dance at the Joyce on wed, not to mention how busy i am at work. The only conclusion i can help myself rationalize all of this, is that i'd rather be busy and guilty for not blogging than have a dull pointless life and tons of free time to blog with no experiences to write about.

By the way i have tons of fun picutures from Fire Island and the invasion that i'm dying to post. I will as soon as i get some free time.

One more thing...

2004-07-01T17:56:00.000-04:00

I promise never to post poems or song lyrics

Big Whoop, i started a blog

2004-07-01T16:40:00.000-04:00

Bust out the fucking champagne. Clink glasses. Cheer to the onslaught of mind numbing inane posts to come from me on a regular basis (or less regular if I lose interest). So why did I do it? Well, I figure even at my most boring, my life is still more interesting than most people who have blogs. And if they can waste bandwidth positing pictures of their cats and regaling us with stories of failed relationships and boring jobs or their latest pimples, well dammit if they can so can I.

Here are a few guidelines which will make your "rat's ass" experience more enjoyable

1. Expect typos from time to time. That’s the way I type sometimes I’ll spell-check other times I won’t. Deal with it.

2. I don’t now nor will I ever care about your opinions. But by all means please don’t let that stop you from commenting. I want to hear it all good and bad.

3. I'll tell the facts as i see them. if you don't think i am correct in the rcounting of the facts. Then start your own fucking blog.

Now that you understand where i'm coming from, i'm off to Fire Island for the weekend. if you're lucky maybe i'll give you a couple of pictures from the beach.