I ran into my tattooed subway lover yesterday and found myself totally disinterested. Nothing at all has changed about him, so my "what was I thinking?" inner monologue must be the result of having found a very special boy. He's the bees knees. I've never used that phrase before.
In other interesting news, Idaho Republican Senator Larry Craig was caught trying to get some action at a gay hotspot. This is a man who voted in favor of the Defense of Marriage Act and against extending hate crime laws to include violence against homosexuals. It's always those guys. You must have to really hate yourself. I can't think of a more unhappy existence than being so afraid of who you are that you have to publicly rail against people just like you.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Let them eat meat
Yeah bitches!
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/09/fashion/09STEAK.html?_r=2&8dpc&oref=slogin&oref=slogin
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/09/fashion/09STEAK.html?_r=2&8dpc&oref=slogin&oref=slogin
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Sophie story
Just a quick post. Sophie is currently eating her breakfast, picking out the chunks of wet food she doesn't like, and dropping them on the floor next to her bowl. And now, like a fatty, she has moved on to Niggles's breakfast.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Weird coincidence
A few weeks ago I posted about following some tattooed, bearded hottie from the 42nd Street stop where we both emerged from the train. Well, wouldn't you know it, I saw him again. And this time it's as I'm waiting FOR the train at my neighborhood station. Which means homeboy lives near me, also works near me, and continues to light up my morning with his hotness. I've discovered that he boards the train about 10 minutes later than I normally do, and thus, I only see him when I'm running late.
My boy Mack was all, "Why don't you go introduce yourself?"
All people should be forced to wear some sort of symbol indicating their dating status. You know, kind of like the scarlet letter. Someone asked me the other day how we protect our children against child molesters. Well, that's how. The adulterers will, of course, stick with the big crimson A.
That was a really terrible tangent for a social worker. What I mean is, the subway isn't exactly the appropriate venue in which to spontaneously hit on a stranger. The rejection would be suffocating. Although, on the other hand, subway romance is largely underutilized. There's something to be said for the gravity an audience adds to a person's behavior.
My point is, I would never come on to a complete stranger on the subway, especially while he's wearing a Pod and engrossed in a Neil Gaiman novel.
And you know what the kicker is? I wouldn't even be writing this insane rant about the politics of dating if Bulgakov's Master and Margarita was as good as everyone claims it is. The only reason I noticed His Hotness in the first place was because this book sucks and I resort to people-watching after every two paragraphs. Imagine if he hadn't died before he finished writing it. I'd be in for a much more punishing read.
My boy Mack was all, "Why don't you go introduce yourself?"
All people should be forced to wear some sort of symbol indicating their dating status. You know, kind of like the scarlet letter. Someone asked me the other day how we protect our children against child molesters. Well, that's how. The adulterers will, of course, stick with the big crimson A.
That was a really terrible tangent for a social worker. What I mean is, the subway isn't exactly the appropriate venue in which to spontaneously hit on a stranger. The rejection would be suffocating. Although, on the other hand, subway romance is largely underutilized. There's something to be said for the gravity an audience adds to a person's behavior.
My point is, I would never come on to a complete stranger on the subway, especially while he's wearing a Pod and engrossed in a Neil Gaiman novel.
And you know what the kicker is? I wouldn't even be writing this insane rant about the politics of dating if Bulgakov's Master and Margarita was as good as everyone claims it is. The only reason I noticed His Hotness in the first place was because this book sucks and I resort to people-watching after every two paragraphs. Imagine if he hadn't died before he finished writing it. I'd be in for a much more punishing read.
Friday, July 13, 2007
I love hugs
Washingtonpost.com
by Allison Klein
WASHINGTON - A grand feast of marinated steaks and jumbo shrimp was winding down, and a group of friends was sitting on the back patio of a Capitol Hill home, sipping red wine. Suddenly, a hooded man slid in through an open gate and put the barrel of a handgun to the head of a 14-year-old guest.
"Give me your money, or I'll start shooting," he demanded, according to D.C. police and witness accounts.
The five other guests, including the girls' parents, froze -- and then one spoke.
"We were just finishing dinner," Cristina "Cha Cha" Rowan, 43, blurted out. "Why don't you have a glass of wine with us?"
The intruder took a sip of their Chateau Malescot St-Exupéry and said, "Damn, that's good wine."
The girl's father, Michael Rabdau, 51, who described the harrowing evening in an interview, told the intruder, described as being in his 20s, to take the whole glass. Rowan offered him the bottle. The would-be robber, his hood now down, took another sip and had a bite of Camembert cheese that was on the table.
'Can I get a hug?'
Then he tucked the gun into the pocket of his nylon sweatpants.
"I think I may have come to the wrong house," he said, looking around the patio of the home in the 1300 block of Constitution Avenue NE.
"I'm sorry," he told the group. "Can I get a hug?"
Rowan, who lives in Falls Church and works part time at her children's school, stood up and wrapped her arms around him. Then it was Rabdau's turn. Then his wife's. The other two guests complied.
"That's really good wine," the man said, taking another sip. He had a final request: "Can we have a group hug?"
The five adults surrounded him, arms out.
With that, the man walked out with a crystal wine glass in hand, filled with Chateau Malescot. No one was hurt, and nothing was stolen.
The homeowner, Xavier Cervera, 45, had gone out to walk his dog at the end of the party and missed the incident, which happened about midnight June 16. Police classified the case as strange but true and said they had not located a suspect.
"We believe it is a true robbery," said Cmdr. Diane Groomes, who is in charge of patrols in the Capitol Hill area. But it's one-of-a-kind, she said, adding, "I've never heard of a robber joining a party and then walking out to the sunset."
The hug, she said, was especially unusual. "They should have squeezed him and held onto him for us," she said.
Rabdau said he hasn't been able to figure out what happened.
"I was definitely expecting there would be some kind of casualty," Rabdau said this week. "He was very aggressive at first; then it turned into a love fest. I don't know what it was."
Was it the wine or the cheese?
Rabdau, a federal government worker who lives in Anne Arundel County with his family and lived on Capitol Hill with his wife in the 1980s, said that the episode lasted about 10 minutes but seemed like an hour. He believes the guests were spared because they kept a positive attitude during the exchange.
"There was this degree of disbelief and terror at the same time," Rabdau said. "Then it miraculously just changed. His whole emotional tone turned -- like, we're one big happy family now. I thought: Was it the wine? Was it the cheese?"
After the intruder left, the guests walked inside the house, locked the door and stared at each other. They didn't say a word. Rabdau dialed 911. Police arrived quickly and took a report. They also dusted for fingerprints -- so far, to no avail.
In the alley behind the home, investigators found the intruder's empty crystal wine glass on the ground, unbroken.
by Allison Klein
WASHINGTON - A grand feast of marinated steaks and jumbo shrimp was winding down, and a group of friends was sitting on the back patio of a Capitol Hill home, sipping red wine. Suddenly, a hooded man slid in through an open gate and put the barrel of a handgun to the head of a 14-year-old guest.
"Give me your money, or I'll start shooting," he demanded, according to D.C. police and witness accounts.
The five other guests, including the girls' parents, froze -- and then one spoke.
"We were just finishing dinner," Cristina "Cha Cha" Rowan, 43, blurted out. "Why don't you have a glass of wine with us?"
The intruder took a sip of their Chateau Malescot St-Exupéry and said, "Damn, that's good wine."
The girl's father, Michael Rabdau, 51, who described the harrowing evening in an interview, told the intruder, described as being in his 20s, to take the whole glass. Rowan offered him the bottle. The would-be robber, his hood now down, took another sip and had a bite of Camembert cheese that was on the table.
'Can I get a hug?'
Then he tucked the gun into the pocket of his nylon sweatpants.
"I think I may have come to the wrong house," he said, looking around the patio of the home in the 1300 block of Constitution Avenue NE.
"I'm sorry," he told the group. "Can I get a hug?"
Rowan, who lives in Falls Church and works part time at her children's school, stood up and wrapped her arms around him. Then it was Rabdau's turn. Then his wife's. The other two guests complied.
"That's really good wine," the man said, taking another sip. He had a final request: "Can we have a group hug?"
The five adults surrounded him, arms out.
With that, the man walked out with a crystal wine glass in hand, filled with Chateau Malescot. No one was hurt, and nothing was stolen.
The homeowner, Xavier Cervera, 45, had gone out to walk his dog at the end of the party and missed the incident, which happened about midnight June 16. Police classified the case as strange but true and said they had not located a suspect.
"We believe it is a true robbery," said Cmdr. Diane Groomes, who is in charge of patrols in the Capitol Hill area. But it's one-of-a-kind, she said, adding, "I've never heard of a robber joining a party and then walking out to the sunset."
The hug, she said, was especially unusual. "They should have squeezed him and held onto him for us," she said.
Rabdau said he hasn't been able to figure out what happened.
"I was definitely expecting there would be some kind of casualty," Rabdau said this week. "He was very aggressive at first; then it turned into a love fest. I don't know what it was."
Was it the wine or the cheese?
Rabdau, a federal government worker who lives in Anne Arundel County with his family and lived on Capitol Hill with his wife in the 1980s, said that the episode lasted about 10 minutes but seemed like an hour. He believes the guests were spared because they kept a positive attitude during the exchange.
"There was this degree of disbelief and terror at the same time," Rabdau said. "Then it miraculously just changed. His whole emotional tone turned -- like, we're one big happy family now. I thought: Was it the wine? Was it the cheese?"
After the intruder left, the guests walked inside the house, locked the door and stared at each other. They didn't say a word. Rabdau dialed 911. Police arrived quickly and took a report. They also dusted for fingerprints -- so far, to no avail.
In the alley behind the home, investigators found the intruder's empty crystal wine glass on the ground, unbroken.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Music-filled weekend
First of all, congrats to the wife who was accepted to Columbia for a masters in Human Rights! And boo on my landlord who apprently has shut off all the water in the building.
Anyway, wifey and I headed to Mo Pitkin's House of Satisfaction on Thursday night to see Anais Mitchell, who was only alotted a 30 minute set, but she played some really great songs from her new album The Brightness. I think the wife had a bit of a crush, because she offered to buy her a drink after the show. Unfortunately for Anais, my roommate wasn't the craziest fan in the 20-person crowd. She was gracious nonetheless, and chatted with us for a bit at the bar. I'd definitely recommend seeing her if you are a fan of the folk music - she's on Ani DiFranco's label. You can't really go wrong for $7.
Tonight Jason and I will be running the merchandise table at Break of Reality's show at Galapagos in Williamsburg. It's my brother's band - check them out!
I just spent an hour in Central Park reading Anne Sexton's collection of dead baby poems in the shade. I really love her because she adheres pretty strictly to form and meter without sounding at all rigid or coerced. Somehow she can write the most beautiful words about the most tragic image. Depressing as hell, though.
Anyway, wifey and I headed to Mo Pitkin's House of Satisfaction on Thursday night to see Anais Mitchell, who was only alotted a 30 minute set, but she played some really great songs from her new album The Brightness. I think the wife had a bit of a crush, because she offered to buy her a drink after the show. Unfortunately for Anais, my roommate wasn't the craziest fan in the 20-person crowd. She was gracious nonetheless, and chatted with us for a bit at the bar. I'd definitely recommend seeing her if you are a fan of the folk music - she's on Ani DiFranco's label. You can't really go wrong for $7.
Tonight Jason and I will be running the merchandise table at Break of Reality's show at Galapagos in Williamsburg. It's my brother's band - check them out!
I just spent an hour in Central Park reading Anne Sexton's collection of dead baby poems in the shade. I really love her because she adheres pretty strictly to form and meter without sounding at all rigid or coerced. Somehow she can write the most beautiful words about the most tragic image. Depressing as hell, though.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Following random people
This morning on my way to work I began to follow random people who looked interesting. The first was a guy on the subway who I was immediately attracted to, and happened to be getting off (heh) at my stop. He was blonde but had a shaved head and a full beard, his right arm was covered in old school black tattoos, he had a bit of paunch and was wearing an obnoxious plaid short-sleeved dress shirt - hot! I caught an empty spot behind him on the stairs and followed him up until it was time for me to make a different turn, at which point I found someone else to follow. This time it was a chick with a mohawk and what looked like a guitar case but I think was actually a bag of lacrosse crap. She turned out not to be very interesting besides having the balls to wear her hair in a mohawk, so I continued on my way to work. The whole time though, I'm wishing I had the brass ones to ask out a complete stranger. It's rare that I experience overwhelming physical attraction without being familiarly acquainted with the guy's personality. Or maybe he was just the only outlier in a sea of Times Square East suits.
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