Thursday, February 28, 2008
Although, if I'm being honest, it's probably gonna be a lot more foggy and rainy than that picture suggests. That's Whistler, and I'll take it anyway.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Lonely Day - Phantom Planet
Steppin' to the Bad Side - Dreamgirls Motion Picture Soundtrack
Gutters Full of Rain - David Gray
I Got Rhythm - Bobby Darin
Close (Kc Two) - Matt Pond PA
Two - Ryan Adams
Cold Day In July - Dixie Chicks
Where Have All The Flowers Gone - Dolly Parton
The Winner Takes It All - ABBA
Hello In There - Michael Stipe and Billy Bragg
That last is one of my all-time favorite songs.
Speaking of Details, I know it's like the spring fashion issue or something, but are there WAY MORE ad pages in this thing now? I pooped three times before I ever made it to the Table of Contents.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
ADDED: Speaking of Sondheim, I'd love to see the London revival of Sunday in the Park with George, now transplanted to Broadway for a limited run. I think it ends in May, which doesn't leave much time. Rats!
Friday, February 15, 2008
This is Jai Rodriguez, from Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, and Cheyenne Jackson, the physical embodiment of all that is good and right and true in the world, duetting on Elephant Love Medley from Moulin Rouge. Watch it and you'll get all humid in your private places. That is my oath to you.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
2. His new movie "Fool's Gold" will suck, as all movies do that have trailers you can't sit through without thinking, "Bored now." Fact.
3. Chris on Project Runway is Dr. Bombay with a sketch pad. Fact.
4. Rami on Project Runway wears the fuck out of a polo and he gives me randy pants. Also, I want his nose in my mouth. Fact.
5. Shart once, and you're gun-shy for months. Fact.
You're Prufrock and Other Observations!
by T.S. Eliot
Though you are very short and often overshadowed, your voice is poetic
and lyrical. Dark and brooding, you see the world as a hopeless effort of people trying
to impress other people. Though you make reference to almost everything, you've really
heard enough about Michelangelo. You measure out your life with coffee spoons.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I love him. I do. His soulful eyes, his pillowy lips, his horrendous tattoos, his douchey interviews.....I know you hate him, but I can't help myself. And I'll go to my grave declaring his playing on "Continuum" is Clapton-esque.
ADDED: Keith mentioned the Mayercraft Carrier Cruise in the comments, which compels me to add this picture, which I saw over at Towleroad. It speaks (volumes) for itself.It does bear noting that some of the lovely commenters at Towleroad deemed Mayer "fat" with "miniature nipples." Oh, you queers.
ADDED: OK, when I started this post I had no idea it would come to this, but apparently Mayer did not content himself with just going shirtless on the cruise. Please to enjoy:Things just get curiouser and curiouser.
Monday, February 04, 2008
I'm giving you a little BLUE STEEL action in my yoga pants as a reminder that I'm gonna start doing yoga a few times a week and I want you to call me out on my shit if I don't. I need to de-stress and I know it will be good for me. Plus, with my predilections, one needs to stay bendy.
I bought this Sigg bottle over the weekend. I drink lots of water through the day, and I want to drink filtered, so I bring it from home. Do y'all know anything about the healthiest vessel for carrying water? I'm a little paranoid about plastics leeching into the water, so I bought this thinking it would be better. Then I noticed it does have some kind of polymer lining. Ugh. I should just drink out of the muddy ditch out back.
I just saw this video over at Towleroad and I LOVE it. It's Grand Central Station and these folks stopped what they were doing en masse, and remained frozen for five minutes, to the delight and confusion of onlookers.
2. I decided my bedding needs something. I wasn't sure what, but I thought if I browsed it would come to me. The black and tones of grey motif was great in my old bedroom with its white pepper walls and white picture molding. This new place of mine is a veritable SEA OF CARAMEL. Seemed soothing at first, but now I know I'm not a BATHED IN CARAMEL guy. Anyway, are you seeing chocolate and grey together everywhere like I am? I picked up a great striped pillow at west elm. Now I just need the right shams.
3. I lunched on a mouth-wateringly good salad, rife with pears and pecans and an insouciant cherry vinaigrette. Do you mind restaurant dining alone? If I have something good to read, I'm fine with it. I finished My Lucky Star by Joe Keenan over lunch. It's a scream. The blurbs are peppered with "P.G. Wodehouse" and "Preston Sturges" and "Noel Coward" and at least 50% of the main characters are hilarious and catty queers. 'Nuff said.
4. I ran five miles at a comfortable pace listening mostly to Mika. I'm torturing myself with Mika because, in a fit of fiscal responsibility, I bailed out on seeing him in NYC on Saturday. And now Freakgirl has apprised me of the concert details and they are KILLING ME. Blarg!
5. I felt a thorough, relaxed cleansing was in order, so I did an energizing Vitamin C peel on my face, and then soaked for 20 minutes in a steaming bath redolent of the seaside.
6. There's nothing like sushi for dinner to leave me feeling both LIGHT and NOURISHED. And breathing free (I lean toward excess on the wasabi).
7. I finished off the night with more reading--a few magazines and The Omnivore's Dilemma. Anyone read it? Not my usual fare, but it comes highly recommended.
There then. Just a typical Super Bowl Sunday, right? I'm sure my dad did something similar.