the year in deadly sins

1. Gluttony
November: That night I threw away the red velvet cake I'd baked...and ate an entire bowl of cream cheese frosting in one sitting.

2. Lust

January-December: All those long, lost, wasted hours of sifting through porn .

3. Greed
October: Spending my monthly salary on a trip to San Francisco (to see Peenee and the Golden gate). Worth every penny.

4. Pride

May, August, December: Former students constantly visiting me: two now with phds (!), four who are now coworkers, and well, hell, even the pregnant ones too.

5. Sloth

August: That migraine I got from spending 30 hours in bed, online. (refer to number 2)

6. Wrath

September: When the first new car I'd ever owned was destroyed by a driver under the influence.

(grrrr)

7. Envy

December: Seeing three count 'em three cute gay couples blissfully shopping in Target last week. (ahem)

and you?

the new orleans sartorialist sans camera

Seen this morning on the streetcar :
50ish year old woman in rumpled dirty red baseball jacket, ratted up hair,
no makeup, yellow taffeta ballgown, white tulle underskirt, gold sequins.
Black crocs, white tube socks.

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in mourning

rest in peace, lady t.

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Miracle on 22nd St.

Sweet.

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Inner Santa

So, well, I think I'm kind of nursing a bit of a holiday funk. It's probably just a spell of loneliness.
Who knows.
Sometimes I start thinking about how nice it'd be to get a xmas gift....or a kwanza gift...or a birthday gift...or a bat mitzvah gift...or some kind of gift someday, one day, you know,
from a boy.

Anyway, I figure since I am a boy, I can buy myself my own damned gifts, right?
So that's what I do.
Let's see what my inner boyfriend put in my Xmas stocking this year, shall we?

1. A "Fine Belgian Chocolate" Scrabble game (!) I saw it at Target and
had to buy it. I'll probably play a game by myself, and then eat the
consonants first. Finally, something useful to do with those extra x's.



2. Holy Ghost!'s new cd, which has only six tracks on it, two of them remixes, and three of which I already have. Still, I got it used and cheap.

3. a new cheap little digital camera to replace the one I destroyed by slamming a taxi door on it. Maybe I'll even work up the energy to read the manual.

4. A phrenology head, which honestly, I'd intended to give as a gift,
but may just keep myself. Is there a section on the head that signifies
wanting-to-keep-gifts-for-yourself, I wonder?

Anyway, all nice and all, but, if my inner boyfriend doesn't step it up, I'm going to have to break up with his broke ass.

That's all I'm saying.

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Rufus, featuring Bok Choy

Last night was Dennis's holiday party. He rented out the big karaoke room at a Japanese place.

By the way, sake bombs and tempura at 10 pm is not a good idea for future reference.

The first (and last) time I did karaoke, apparently I gained something of a reputation (with my Peabo Bryson, Diana Ross, Foreigner medley).
Not sure if that was good or not.

I was forced to do a solo.
I declined all night, but then this is what was chosen for me:



Not to brag, but I think I might be just one gold sequined tube top and three sake bombs away from getting up on stage.

Unfortunately, instead of having Chaka up on the screen in her full glory, the state-of-the-art, straight-from Japan karaoke machine there shows postcard images of rural Japan:

pretty young Japanese girls coyly splashing water with their toes (Journey's Don't Stop Believin'), Mt. Fuji at sunset (Coolio's Gansta's Paradise), the bullet train. (Amazing Grace)

I had to sing Rufus while watching a panorama of bok choy fields.

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*Now tell Santa, what do you want for Xmas?

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Overheard, Saturday

In patrician Southern drawl, one steely haired matron introduces herself to another (in the parlor of the above house):

"It's so nice to meet you. I live in the house where Jefferson Davis died,
you know."

(many thanks again to the eminently gracious and entertaining Nathan of Laurel Street for a wonderful tour of uptown this weekend)

The Black Showgirls

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"Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen"

just saw this Dior ad starring one my my girl crushes, Marion Cotillard on project rungay, using a song which I was just thinking about the other day, David Essex's "Rock On"

Just 'cause.

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vicarious name dropping

Every other day, it seems, I'm getting some email from a friend which leaves me pea green with envy. Things like:

"Oh, Provence is just gorgeous in October", or "Oh, I just got back from Chik Fil-a", or
"Oh, I just had sex this decade."

This, however, from tonight, takes the cake:

"They came into our store in the quarter. It's funny too because they came in, and I think "oh, they surely look like David Bowie and Iman" but I didn't think it actually was them because I don't actually meet celebrities, well except that time I met Lindsay Lohan too, but that story is lame.

They were really down to earth and normal people. They said they got bored in Miami so flew out here.

I got kinda stupid when I realized they really were David Bowie and Iman. I couldn't talk completely and I failed to ask anything or get a picture taken or anything. But they stayed about an hour and talked to us. Just so you know, Iman is approximately 12 feet tall and David Bowie has the most attractive laugh ever."

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qvc daddy

Ok, so I'm watching QVC.
Again.

While you people out there have attention spans that allow you to watch wonderful dramatic series and recurring comedies, my tiny mosquito-like brain can only bear to watch what requires the fewest number of brain cells possible.
It's sad.

So here I am with the high pitched drone of Isaac Mizrahi going on and on about khakis.
No need to watch that.

Whenever I hear Bradley Bayou, however, I let my finger linger on the clicker a bit.

Ok, I may even mouth a quiet, spontaneous "mmm. daddy" every now and then too.




I won't lie.

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