Angels and Others

Thanksgiving Day (or as it was known in our house, The Day When Some One Cries or Mommy Takes Pills Because You Ask Questions Day ) is now upon us and you either have or soon will eat a meal certain to equal or surpass the annual nutritional intake of a good sized Bengali village. I have not returned to my ancestral lands for today’s annual celebration of all things caloric but instead will be spending the day with partner and friends (everyone bringing a dish) as is my usual practice. It was during a discussion of this ad hoc gathering that I came to realize that while the components of the traditional Thanksgiving meal are fairly standard, turkey, stuffing (or “ dressing” if your dad wore a tie to work), sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce and the obligatory vegetables the composition of said components varies greatly and opinions regarding this composition occupy a space in the holder’s heart somewhere between religious belief and the love of a first born child. While strong opin...

My new diva!

Perpetuum Jazzile, a jazz choir from Slovenia, does a great rendition of Toto's "Africa", but it's their recreation of a thunderstorm which is really, really excellent.

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MMMM Pie.

"If my wife calls..."

La La La Human Steps featuring dance diva Louise Lecavalier with music my West India Company and a strange intro by Miss M.

Remember Kids. Taking LSD make junk food scream. Back to you McGruff.

Where the Wild Things Are is directed by visionary filmmaker Spike Jonze, of films like Being John Malkovich and Adaptation previously as well as numerous famous music videos as well. The screenplay was co-written by Spike Jonze and author Dave Eggers, a former Salon.com editor who also wrote Sam Mendes' Away We Go. This is based on Maurice Sendak's beloved children's book of the same name. Warner Brothers will finally bringing Where the Wild Things Are to theaters everywhere in October 16th.

Pumping Rubber Published by Bob Speck on March 5th, 2009 As I’m sure you’ve gleaned by now, I’m not really a workout kind of guy. However, even a fitness neophyte like me understands the need for some kind of quasi-strenuous physical activity as a means to attaining my goal weight. Having spent this year’s gym membership money on a cruise to Mexico (oh yes, I will be writing about it), I was forced to seek out an “at home” way to tone up and shed a few more pounds. My inability to find an appropriate workout video being a matter of public record , I cast an eye towards resistance training. Nothing major mind you, just a couple of dumbbells and I’d be set. Well, the dumbbells proved a problem from the very beginning. First of all, they’re well… kind of heavy, so I wanted to buy them near the house or the office, but the only ones I could find near the office were pink. I have always considered myself a guy secure in his sexuality, but working out with pink dumbbells was too scary ev...

Artist Paul Richmond's take on the ultimate queer cruise. As Ellen & Portia, Rosie and Kelli, Jack Twist and Ennis del Mar, Bert and Ernie, Elton John and David Furnish,penguins and other homo animals ride out the storm sinners like Ann Coulter, Larry Craig clinging to a toilet, Sally Kern, Fred Phelps, Kenneth Starr and a A 'Yes on 8' supporter meet their fates.

Take That Published by Bob Speck on February 19th, 2009 So my weight loss has now progressed to the point (20 lbs) that people are starting to notice and in so much as most of the people I come into contact with on a daily basis are pretty nice they’re mentioning my ever shrinking mid-section. Now for any normal person this would be a godsend, a validation that all one’s hard work and self control has started yielding dividends. As I’m sure you’ve all deduced from my weekly ramblings, I’m not normal. I, being the snarky but (hopefully) lovable curmudgeon that I am, can’t help but receive every compliment (no matter how well-intentioned) as a statement unfinished. And of course the voice in my head must complete it. Looking good… Not like you usually do. You’ve lost weight… And not a minute too soon. You’re looking skinny… Not at all like the great lumbering land beast we’ve come to love. When complimented by co-workers or casual acquaintances I manage a sinc...