hey, everyone!
in a short window of opportunity between visiting my new nephews (one in Sacramento and one in Laguna), I'll be in SF! I think I'm staying at Dave & Paul's.
Um ... right? Paul? Dave?
Anywho, would love to see everyone!!
Oct. 3.
(Chris will be teaching and not traveling with, but may fly out to SoCal to see Evan)
Last night I had a dream in which Moneka was dating a co-worker. It was a man!!!!!
"... there are many ways to the recognition of truth,
and Burgundy is one of them."
--Isak Dinesen
Four pelicans were being detained in an animal drunk tank Friday on suspicion of public intoxication, authorities said.
One of the birds was in guarded condition after allegedly flying under the influence Thursday and crashing through the windshield of a car on Coast Highway in Laguna Beach.(!)
More details here ... don't miss the Hitchcockian angle!
(just some random pelicans; not the drunk ones)
before signing off, is that we would love to see/read posts from Moneka and Paulie and Alan!
Please enter the 21st Century! Boyer can help, really he can!
And Boyer, if you have Timmy's e-mail, I'll send an invite/shout-out his way, too!
Timmy, Moneka, Alan, Justin, Paulie ... love ya all! Mean it!
Al & Justin, can we post Evan pictures? Or are you trying to protect him from the fame, and all the anguish that comes with it, once someone appears on the Notebook? ... Just look at what happened to ... um ... who?
OK, fucking Safari having just fucking quit on me, restarting now in Firefox. Fucking programers cannot fucking figure out how to make a fucking blog work after fucking 10 years or whatever of the web revo. Jeez. It ain't rocket science, folks! Fucking retards. This is why we give you gourmet meals at lunch and amazing pay and a fucking boatload of stock options? The new media, yea, fucking right. What a crock of shit.
OK.
Sorry.
Let's return to our regularly scheduled (or not so regularly) blog:
Happy, fucking pride!
I forget what witty shit I wrote before about SF vs. Chicago pride parade, since it's like 11 p.m., which is really late for a middle-aged guy, and I've had most of the bottle of California barbera (why do californians think they can grow just any fucking grape they want, without regard for climate or soil? jeez. well, actually, this one was pretty good. of course, don't know if ya can even buy it around here since it was a taster from work. Preston of Dry Creek; look for it) since Chris doesn't drink that much. So instead ...
Here are a couple fotos; lame, yes, but I only had my camera fone, Chris having said I didn't need to go get the camera and having refused to tell me where it is. Harumph! Alan, you were right 15 years ago!!!!!
Anywho ...
Trannies on wheels ... and who is that spikey do with too much product?
Better. A street scene. People watching. But what is the random float with trannies? Who knows. It's random! (my niece's favorite word).
Pride is about watching a parade go by in the rain (insert "don't let it rain on" cliche; somehow the Trib metro copy editors held themselves back from that. I applaud them; don't know if I could have restrained myself) and realizing later how normal it all is.
When Pride is normal, this is good.
Ok, I had admit it to myself this week, I love watching her. The way she calmly chides Tim Russert for his probing and conveys a sense of complete control. I may not like the people she works for, but I have to admit, I'm curious if she might not just cut them loose were she to become President.
Here's a story from the local Potrero Hill blog about the home owned by the nice ladies that joined the 05 Thanksgiving drag games and cocktails. The blog is replete with bitchy comments for the realty company selling their mint green jewel.
http://www.potrerohillsf.com/2006/03/hill-co-potrero-hill-poseurs/
sorry, quiz and Boyer and Boyer Quiz fans! But I goofed on the link. It is now fixed.
Try again, Gregorio!
Last night, Dean, Barry and I ventured down to the Make-Out Room to check out Writers with Drinks, the Guardian's best literary night two years running (writerswithdrinks.com) . The evening is hosted by Charlie Anders, a transgendered woman full of spit and vinegar. Charlie was the author of one of my alltime favorite Guardian articles, Cross Dress for Less, and was a lot of fun:
http://www.sfbg.com/SFLife/34/31/lead.html
We stayed for an hour before rushing off to our reservations at the fine Blue Plate. The couple of storytellers we heard were wonderful and charming. This type of salon is exactly why we live here. I can't wait to go back so watch the website for future dates and join me soon!
here it is, finally! The Boyer Quiz!
Test your knowlege!
Learn the truth!
Laugh your ass off!
It just takes moments ... go here
ok, about that quiz, "All about Joe": I'm embarrassed to say that I got one of my own answers wrong when I set up the test. So people that have taken it might be surprised to find they got No. 7 wrong. Sorry! 
I don't seem to be able to access the original file to fix the quiz either.
Oh, well ... and I know that this leaves me completely open to abuse from Boyer!!
I am shamelessly copying an idea from Chris Br1xt0n's blog, the quiz. And more shamelessly, I'm making the quiz about me just so I can talk (write) about myself!
Take my quiz and learn more about me! ME ME ME
thanks for the idea, Chris!
of course, I think Boyer should be next. If not, I will write one about him that is funnier (read that as "bitchier") than anything he could come up with.
from Simon Doonan's "Nasty":
"Don't judge me too harshly: if you're not going to be a trendy, superficial poseur in your twenties, when are you going to do it?"
although our friend Missy says the book only has 2 funny lines, I beg to differ. It's loaded with 'em. If the quote here isn't enough to make you read it, I don't know what will.
Perhaps pick up some lovely Republican screed instead.
The Sundays Styles section of the New York Times says that 10 minutes late is the new on time. Love it.
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/29/fashion/thursdaystyles/29age.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
Left work early-ish on a mission: We were out of chile powder. Chris needed it right away. So, no problem; walk to Whole Foods @ Huron & State, then hop on the Redline @ Chicago & State, just one stop farther up the line than usual. Be home in plenty o' time.
So, making good time, even hopped a bus to zip me along. Going up Huron, though, what emerges from out of the cold Midwest winter darkness but a shining beacon of a new shop on the corner where nothing was there before: The new Jonathon Adler store!
Now, I knew it was coming, but hadn't really paid attention exactly where. And Paulie & Pamela forgive me, but I had to run in. And as I approach the door, taking in the blues and whites and vivid oranges pouring out in beckoning light, who do I see but Pamela's former main man, Dwight. I knew he had left Stitch, but didn't really know/remember where he landed.
So we chatted and I checked out the store, and Paulie & Pamela forgive me, again, but the shop is hot! But everyone has already seen it but me since you have one out there in SF too.
Bought a little something for Daddy/Simone, but cannot say what it is in case by some off chance he actually monitors the BGN site. Just say that it was a small, ceramic vessel that made me scream like a queen at a Gucci sale and then grab it up right away. Perfect for D/S.
And me? I want a pony.
from Slate:
Starbucks Economics
Solving the mystery of the elusive "short" cappuccino
By Tim Harford
Here's a little secret that Starbucks doesn't want you to know: They will serve you a better, stronger cappuccino if you want one, and they will charge you less for it. Ask for it in any Starbucks and the barista will comply without batting an eye. The puzzle is to work out why.
The drink in question is the elusive "short cappuccino"—at 8 ounces, a third smaller than the smallest size on the official menu, the "tall."
The short cappuccino has the same amount of espresso as the 12-ounce tall, meaning a bolder coffee taste, and also a better one. The World Barista Championship rules, for example, define a traditional cappuccino as a "five- to six-ounce beverage." This is also the size of cappuccino served by many continental cafés. Within reason, the shorter the cappuccino, the better.
More here, but what Mr. Harford doesn't point out explicitly is that Starbucks is basically making a boatload of money by selling people oceans of milk.
since most of y'all (or maybe even all y'all?) are down with Alan & Justin in Laguna, we're sending great big New Years kisses your way.
Chris & I ended the year with a 5k so-called resolution run in Lincoln Park. Jacob, who talked us into it, ran as well. At 6 p.m. start time, the temp hovered at about 40, a mild night for a run by Chicago standards and maybe a portent of the rest of winter? If there's going to be global warming anyway, we may as well get a warmer winter.
Then it was off to Jacob & Chip's for cocktails (vodka-saketinis, which I very un-pc-ly christened a Nagasaki for its devasting effect), sushi and games.
Sorry to miss the bash! Resolution in 2006: Have more fun.
