Daily Archives: February 3, 2008

Ms. Lang, I love you…

It’s been four years. She’s back with a brand new album of brand new original songs. On Tuesday, k.d. lang releases Watershed. I’ve been a fan of hers since she was country. From big bone gals to coffee and cigarettes, constant craving to invincible summers, I adore her.

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They interviewed her this morning on CBS Morning News, and I was excited to learn she’s a painter. She has an art studio in L.A. where she goes in one room and pounds out a new song on a piano, then goes into another room and just sits and thinks, then into another room to splash some paint on a canvas.

Like me, she’s an artist who spreads herself over many genres. I write and I paint. I put so much of myself into my writing and it takes a long time to get it right. With painting, I can pour myself out over a canvas in a weekend. Expelling all of my creative energy into a painting and seeing the outcome in a matter of days is just breathtaking. It’s a release.

k.d. gets that.

I get that.

Make Mama Proud

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D.C. Who can resist a photo opp in front of the White House, right? I’m sure this cutie worked up a sweat campaigning for Obama or protesting Bush, or something very American pie and political like that. Oh wait…

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He was working up a sweat campaigning for sticky one dollar bills at the Boy Bar all night.

This is America!

The Headless Horny Man

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I’ve been online since around 1996 or 1997, I think. My first online experience was with AOL in which my roommate at the time gave me my own screen name on his computer. Forget surfing the web! I was addicted to the world of chat rooms. I soon learned that to increase your odds of meeting someone, you had to have a pic to swap. And learning the trade was a hard lesson. The first person I ever agreed to meet off line didn’t have a pic. That was a big no no I discovered when Revenge of the Nerds came knocking at the door.

Although I spend less time chatting on line these days, I’m still amazed at the number of gay men who either don’t have a pic or they try to pass off a pic like the one above as being them. Yeah, a nice bod is definitely pleasing to the eyes, but if I’ve got to put a paper bag over what’s above your shoulders, why bother? Dick pics, butt shots, and the infamous headless pics get boring fast! You’re going to have to show your face at the door anyway. And the only guy who I don’t want to know what he looks like before he comes knocking is the guy who brings the pizza. Besides, anyone with a bit of computer knowledge knows how to Google a hot pic and do some cropping. So, be honest.
This is 2008, guys! If you are still cruising chat rooms looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Right now, then being discreet should not be an issue.

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On second thought, maybe a faceless pic ain’t such a bad thing.

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YIKES! Forget I said that!

Reds Vs. Greys

Beatrix Potter is probably rolling in her grave to learn of the feud between the Reds and the Greys….squirrels that is!

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England adores its beloved and dainty red squirrel, but it appears the all American grey squirrel is pushing the reds out. Although England is ultimately responsible for taking the grey home hundreds of years ago, the grey apparently is a bit too American. The greys have moved in and taken over like any true blooded fat American would, opening Starbucks and McDonalds everywhere! Overall, the fat hungry grey squirrel is taking over the land and forcing the reds to forage elsewhere.

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And so it literally comes down to war zones, front lines, and complex maps to locate where the greys are moving. It’s an all out war between the reds and the greys! England has taken responsibility by hiring people to shoot the greys and decrease their population.

This all brings new meaning to Potter’s The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin, don’t you think?

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