Oct 31, 2010

Oct 30, 2010

Out or in


Should I leave, or should I stay?
That is the question
If I leave (the apartment, that is, not the city or the planet, alas), I'll have to stay gone all day, since my parking spot will be snatched up by one of the hordes of youngsters who've invaded the hood for the Voodoo Fest.
It's like Emo Spring break around here.

I'm pretty sure I could hear Weezer from my bedroom.
(I mean the band by the way, not the woman next door. )
Anyway, let's see:

Pros for staying:

1.Free Music. (Who will I hear from my bed today? Florence and the Machine? Ozzy? Paul Van Dyk, Jakob Dylan (he's still alive?)?)

2.Brownies

3.I could work on
my porn
collection


4.I could finally clean up around here.

5.I could begin (re)reading (To Kill a Mockingbird) for that
bookclub I joined

6.Bed

7.I could do some painting

8.I could clean the refrigerator

8.Porn

10.Brownies


Pros for leaving:

1. I desperately need some
Tylenol Sinus, or my head might just explode. I had to rummage around here like
a junkie to find any and couldn't.

2."It's a goddamn beautiful day" (a
la Big Edie)

3.I need to return this overdue library book. They'vecalled three times already. Sheesh.



He defiantly documented gay culture in his books,sex diaries (1924-73), tattoo
journals, and activist input to his beloved mentor Dr. Kinsey at the Institute
for Sex (1949-56). His anxiety-driven life was an existential pile-on of family
dysfunction, literary ambition, alcohol, celebrities, speed, hustlers,
censorship, interracial S&M, rage against aging, and a soul shared with an
unborn twin in his left testicle.



Yeah, you read that right.
It was interesting, but I'd advise against reading about an unborn twin complete with teeth in ones testicle while eating at Taco Bell.

4.Chik-Fil-A and Target.

5.I could make my weekly tour of the thrift stores. I scored a beautiful picture frame the other day, all mother of pearl. I'm sure it must have had the Empress Farah of Iran or something in it at one time. I may just put a photo of Farrah of Texas in it now.

6.Diet Coke

7.Free dinner by way of my mother, albeit at the casino buffet where even the silverware is fried.

8.Laundry

9.I could take myself to see that Facebook movie, right?

10.Tylenol Sinus...or crack, whichever will get rid of this headache.




Oct 25, 2010

overheard 7:15 a.m.

"I just got myself flat down on the flo' and didn't look up.
What was you doin'?"

"Girl, I was peein' myself." *

The talk of homeroom the other morning was this mass
shooting on Saturday.
Half my class had been there. Everyone had a story.

It was like Rashomon

Oh, that and the new nail salon down the street.
Everyone had a story about that too.

* this was about the shooting, I think, not the nail shop....but I'm not sure.




thought for the day*



*will fall ever get here? sheesh

Oct 24, 2010

the drums


via

Back to the Future

Seen at Target this weekend.
It is 2010, right?




80s Ken (center) with Frosted Tip Barbie in the diaper aisle.



Linda Hunt dressed in a Hello Kitty Sweatshirt on her cell phone





Delorean (with UNO student sticker) in the parking lot.

Oct 22, 2010

more stuff I need right now



a new mattress pad


A better cell phone


A snack.

Nicer curtains




A pencil sharpener

A bag
More bookshelves


Dinner

Oct 20, 2010

thought for the day


via

separated at birth?




Can't wait to see him in the Branson, Missouri live stage version of Mama's Family in the next decade or two.

Oct 17, 2010

Seen today, Canal St. 6:30




Sixty something man, tall, bald, barefoot, exiting streetcar in a gold sequined evening gown, half unzipped, walking towards the cemeteries.

Oct 15, 2010

Friday night



Eating dry cereal, watching a rerun of "House Hunters International" for the third time, wondering, "Why, oh why, can't I be a British lesbian couple looking at vacation houses in Greece? Where did it all go wrong?"

Oct 14, 2010

thought for the day


I saw this the other day on gawker, and it's haunted me ever since.

Oct 13, 2010

Overheard, outside my door

Two of my coworkers, both friendly, well put together women:

"Did you meet Shyniece's brother the other day when he was in town?"

"Oh yeah, he's really nice, funny.
Of course he's doomed-to-eternal-damnation-for -his-homosexual-lifestyle and all, you know."
(entire phrase said as one word)

"Yeah."
(she sighs in agreement)

"What they havin' for lunch today, spaghetti, right?"



"ahem"
(me)

Oct 9, 2010

discoincidence




Strangely coincidentally, I've been listening to this all day (my friend Michael put it on a complilation he gave me. He says he hates it, but well, I like it)
And today, I spotted Rev. Bean's autobiography at the public library, so I checked it out.


thought for the day


wink

Found this in my inbox this morning. Some personal ad I didn't even realize I still had has sent me this profile.
"Jacksonej" Age:"24" from "Hattiesburg, Mississippi, United States" wants to "chat"



Glancing at the profile I see that "Jacksonej" is a strapping "6' 1" (185 cm)" and "200 lbs" and is looking for "Not Specified"

Disabled?:"No"

Jacksonej is a "Sagittarius", Chinese Horoscope sign is "Ox"
And has "no pets"

Um...unless you count that wig.

Oct 6, 2010

SF

Ok, so I've been up since 4:30 this morning, so pardon my perfunctory post here. I shouldn't be boring you with a vacation slide show here. I should be in bed right now dreaming of handmade pop tarts and pretending the hum of my air conditioner is the roar of the Pacific.

But I'm not. Anyway, fair warning, there will be no theme, no order and no meaning. Unless you can find them.
Oh, and no proofreading either.

The short version is this: I've only been back from San Francisco for only a few hours now, but I already want to go back.

Thankfully, I got finally to meet our beloved MrP, who is truly the best tour guide anyone could ever hope for. I mean really.
I even got to see the famed (and fabulous) Chez Peenee and meet his R-man and their lovely Saki. It was all too wonderful. You should be jealous. I felt like I was meeting celebrities for the first time. Everyone is much better looking in real life, especially Saki.

I also got to see one of my oldest friends, Dani, who's been living out there for ten years now. Unfortunately, it was an all too short visit.

Very sadly, I missed getting the chance to meet Joe(-to hell), however.
ahem
Oh, how I wish I had had more time.
But let's get on with some bad photos.
My own camera was destroyed by being caught in the taxi door, oh, 4 hours or so into the trip. just my luck....thankfully, my friend Michael let me borrow his.



This photo does not do this scene justice. It really does not. (which gives me some slender hope that I'm not as horrible as my pictures prove) Peenee drove down to the street below and picked me up off the street. That's chivalry, for you there, bub!

Somewhere up here lives Danielle Steele, he assures me. I was hoping I might be mistaken for one of her team of maids, one who hadn't had the chance to shave her beard that day, but no such luck.







Peenee took me to a beautiful restaurant....where they make homemade Pop Tarts. No lie. I'm telling you this San Francisco is like paradise.

We had artisanal poptarts and jumbo Louisiana "Prawns." God bless Peenee for ordering them as "shrimp." Our waiter and his jumbo ass weren't amused, I'm sure. But whatever.



Tacos with Michael's friend Elizabeth in the Mission. The place was crowded with customers at 11 pm on a Tuesday night. They were so good, but...uh...don't eat tacos at 11 pm on a Tuesday night when you need to be on a plane in 6 hours or so.





Couldn't help but think of Carlos when I saw this. It's the Sound of Music sing-a-long at the Castro Theater






Couldn't help but think of any number of people seeing this.




Or this.

I want a Dionne Warwick pinata one day, just to see if candy comes out of her nostrils.
At lunch on Sunday, Peenee introduced me to "must". I'd never had it, never even heard of it. Now I have. The next day, based on what he'd mentioned a while back , I had some burata, at some very slow restaurant in Sonoma.

From Alcatraz. Doesn't it look like we're in Italy or something? But we're at a prison. Even the prisons are paradise there.

Waited in a long line. Unfortunately, it was not affiliated with the store. (yeah, I know, sucks, huh?)



Couldn't help but think of Frontier Psychiatrist when I saw this

Some bar we were taken to by Michael's friend. Bars don't seem to have a typed up "philosophy" around here. I know that's hard to believe.

The view from the Chinese restaurant. The waitress took an instant dislike to me when I asked for sugar for my iced tea. Sorry, but I'm from the South.

a buckwheat crepe, which were much better than this looks, at a Breton restaurant completely staffed by Mexicans.

Flowers on the street. Why can't we have this too? We just have feces and beads.


We have streetcars back home, but what was really kind of cool were the ones from various cities around town. This one was from DC. I guess it clashed with the decor there, so they sent it to SF. It was my favorite.