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March 30, 2003
I'm a happy blogdaddy again!
I'm a happy blogdaddy again! Everyone pass the cigars around for Andrea. Wait a second- do cigars symbolize something?
Posted by G at 12:49 PM
It's Sunday morning, everyone in
It's Sunday morning, everyone in the loft is still asleep, and I'm seriously yumming on this super-scrumptious chocolate that Sparky and Rooster got for me in Italy. Hell, I'm seriously humming on this chocolate, as I've only had three cups of coffee and this confectionary masterpiece for food. They are very good guys, and I will always say that about anyone who buys me good chocolate.
Back in my fat and straight/closeted days, I ate a lot of chocolate. I love chocolate, I love the smell, I love the variety of textures, the granular crunch of a serious dark, the swirly smoothness of a high cocoa-butter blend; always the feeling of it slowly dissolving in my mouth, playing with my tastebuds, sweet and bitter floating around in a perfect mix.
Years ago, I had to come out of the closet, and I had to lose weight. The chocolate was one of the big sacrifices. Since then, I've got back into the habit of eating sweets, again, as I have become more balanced in my life. I've come to realize two things- skinny isn't everything, and sweets in moderation are good. Not that I am ever really moderate, but I am much better than I was before. The really big tragedy is that I never got back into eating chocolate, substituting inferior products like Krispy Kreme Doughnuts or Newman-O's (they're healthier than Oreos, and they support charities and organic farming!)
I should mention before any old roommate or our friend with giant red doughnut tattoos get cranky that it's not that I don't still love KK doughnuts, I just want some some non-mass produced love in little delicious squares. I think sometimes I'm a little too polar, okay, maybe way polar. Changes in my life have usually been pretty extreme, and I throw babies out with the bathwater. Throwing babies can be fun, although a bit wasteful. I think it would be a great photo, the baby sailing through the air, water coalescing into droplets in slo-mo. The baby could have one of those beatific smiles, experiencing its first and only flight...
I think I sidetracked again. Oops, back to chocolate. I am planning on going on some chocolate exploration over the next few weeks. Quality is good, and I really enjoy it. I think this is a good thing.
Posted by G at 11:51 AM
March 25, 2003
History lesson for the week.
History lesson for the week.
Supercool history-art god-friend James at jameswagner.com corrected me:
Just saw your post about Der Neue Galerie, Glenn, but I disagree with your statement, "People never saw the clouds gathering in the distance. People had no idea that the changes in government would have such devastating consequences."
They saw the clouds, they knew the republic was in danger throughout its 14 years of existence, and they knew very well what Hitler's "selection" in 1932 (neither he nor his party "won" an election) meant. Above all the people who were creative and those who were part of the creative world knew, but all Germans were political. There were hundreds of newspapers and each one had a clear political identity. Even bars, restaurants, coffee houses, clubs and beaches were political. There were dozens of political parties, at least five major ones in 1932, and they did not complete to look bland. None of them pretended to be or desire other than what it really was or really wanted.
As Prince sang to Sheena Easton, "I stand corrected! You got the look!"
Posted by G at 07:54 AM
March 23, 2003
What a lovely weekend. I
What a lovely weekend. I went with Simon to see Sonnets for an Old Century, a play directed by Daniel Luna. It had all sorts of enjoyable bits and bobs, although this one actor's scene was annoying. She played someone in a mental hospital, and we both thought she needed to just die. Her monologue on urine walls was reminiscent of Sheena Easton's Sugar Walls. Otherwise it was extremely enjoyable. Afterwards, we both drank wildly at Moe's and Kili. The bartender girl at Kili remembered us from the night of Michael's final party before heading off to California. Simon and I parted company, I jumped on the train, and when I reached my stop it was daylight. Oops.
Joe woke me up Saturday to remind me of our lunch date at the Neue Galerie. What I found so interesting was the relationship between Weimar Berlin and NYC today. Everything was so vibrant, so liberal, so full of promise. People never saw the clouds gathering in the distance. People had no idea that the changes in government would have such devastating consequences. I really loved the display. I'm not sure which was more memorable, the amazing art or the man violently barfing on the way back home. THAT was rather impressive, the sheer volume and noise.
Posted by G at 10:55 PM
March 20, 2003
Today also marks exactly four
Today also marks exactly four weeks until vacation. Thursday, the 17th. California. Tick, tick, tick.
Posted by G at 09:55 PM
Life lesson 1: First day
Life lesson 1: First day of spring, MY ASS! The whimsical weather of New York tricked me with an amazing weekend. Now I'm suffering from ICS, the dreaded Inappropriate Clothing Syndrome. I stopped wearing sweaters and jeans, switching over to khakis and lighter shirts. By the time I got home tonight, I was wet and shivering. I've learned yet another clothing lesson. This isn't as emotionally traumatic as my 20 year brown belt/black shoes fiasco, but this was still an unpleasant education.
Life Lesson 2: Watch the boundaries in the shower more closely. I did the gay thing and dropped the soap. Chickapow. When I reached down in the very close confines of the shower, I suddenly became aware of the hand rail along the side as I scraped my head open on the sharp underside. Yow. Now I have this three inch gash across the top of my head, I'm thinking it might scar. We'll see.
Posted by G at 07:52 PM
March 18, 2003
You know what I find
You know what I find funny? Aer Lingus.
Posted by G at 09:08 PM
I love my blog. Only
I love my blog. Only one week after blogging about needing a roommate, I'm getting one. For those who don't know him, his name is Bryan, and he is a blogger who has fallen off the wagon. He's a lurvely guy, and only kills baby harp seals once a week. Then again, don't we all get that urge occasionally?
Otherwise, the weather is amazing and our President is an idiot. Buffy was a rerun, damminit.
Posted by G at 08:59 PM
March 13, 2003
Screw responsibility, I've just purchased
Screw responsibility, I've just purchased myself a ticket to San Francisco from April 17th-24th. I've never been to northern California, and it sounds like the perfect spring break. I don't have any plans yet, nor do I have any official places to stay, but I have a shiny Jetblue ticket in my name. I shall eat, drink, and be merry. Maybe I'll get a tattoo. The possibilities are endless. I might even drink AND get a tattoo. I'm just crazy that way.
Posted by G at 10:57 PM
March 10, 2003
Bloody hell yurgly gurgly fuck.
Bloody hell yurgly gurgly fuck. New roommate Andrew just mentioned that he has decided to move back to Manhattan. BY APRIL 1. This promises to be fun, as I just love doing the whole roommate search over again. I just threw away the list of potential roommates last week! Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks. Yet again, if anyone knows of someone looking for a place, email me. I'm really hoping to get someone from a friend, rather than craigslist.com.
Posted by G at 08:31 PM
March 09, 2003
One of the horsemen of
One of the horsemen of the Apocalypse galloped out of the Time Out NY magazine last week. I'm flipping through the pages, and this horrifying vision assaulted me, making me know that we live in the final days of humanity.
Debbie Gibson and Neil Patrick Harris are the leads in Cabaret. Ouch. Nothing wrong with them really, they could be wonderful, now that she is now Deborah Gibson, and he's no longer Doogie. However, the prophecies have foretold the end, and the end shall involve the scariest leads on Broadway.
Both actors were extremely influential in my early years. Debbie was so much better than Tiffany, and Doogie Howser was originally from Portales, NM. I had some redneck friends who regularly beat him up during his tortured childhood. He moved away when he was about 12, and these boys grew to then bash fags at the local gay cruising spot. This was fortunate/unfortunate for me, as I didn't know there were any gays in the area. I made the correct noises when they talked about beating up fags, and then casually excused myself from the festivities. I think I'll write more about this later.
Posted by G at 09:04 PM
March 05, 2003
And what the hell is
And what the hell is up with these NY state tax returns? It took me 10 minutes to do my federal taxes, and 4 hours so far to work on the NY forms. I came from a state that has no income tax to a tax hell. I do expect a refund, so I plan to persevere. I definitely understand why so many accounting firms headquarter in Manhattan. They're drawn like moths to a flame.
Posted by G at 11:04 PM
March 03, 2003
She hit the nail right
She hit the nail right on the head. At lunch, another teacher turned to me. "It's only 12, it's only Monday, and I'm already exhausted."
Just kill me now, before one of the students does the job. We just learned today that a loaded 45 was brought into our school last week by a student. The really amusing part of the story is that under this new 'No child left behind' law, until we get his witness statement, we are required to allow him to return to the school, and we still have to figure out a way to provide him with an education.
Posted by G at 09:55 PM
March 02, 2003
What a weekend. Not a
What a weekend. Not a lot of sleep, with absolutely no sex for an excuse. I did bunches o' work, and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. Michael Lopez moved to San Francisco, I'm going to miss him a lot. I worked on a lot of furniture in the loft, did lesson plans, and moved furniture at Michael's. Time for bed.
Posted by G at 10:29 PM