tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162074532011-04-21T19:53:25.109-07:00Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comBlogger871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1160968895461717072006-10-15T20:12:00.000-07:002006-10-15T20:21:35.476-07:00

Well, I guess most people have stopped visiting the site. It's just about dead, right? Not because I haven't had things I wouldn't like to share, just haven't had the time to share them. That's a good thing I guess: I'm busy enough that I don't have time to regurgitate my life online? Or something like that. Did see some great shows: Catpower (where Tilda Swinton was in the audience), Sufjan

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Saw a screening of John Cameron Mitchell's Shortbus yesterday afternoon. Wow. Incredible. I was a bit nervous, since I wasn't sure how a film with "extreme sex" as the folks at ThinkFilm have called it, might come across after seeing Winterbottom's Nine Songs, which also has unknown actors having full penetration sex onscreen. But Mitchell (yes, of Hedwig fame) handles it with such joy and

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"I used to want to play the harp when I was a kid," I admitted to Guillem.I'd dragged him with me to see Neko Case, Martha Wainwright and Joanna Newsom at the McCarren Park Pool in Brooklyn. I hadn't warned him that Joanna Newsom plays the harp. Guillem is not a folk fan (and she's been lumped in as part of the "Freak Folk" movement) and wasn't looking forward to hearing Ms. Newsom up on stage

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So, it's been exactly one year since P and I moved from BCN to NYC. One year. Time flies when you're...working your ass off. I'll just memorialize the past year on my own and beg off writing about it. This is it—me one year later.

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This is actually coming two weeks late—go figure. Guillem moved into town two weeks ago to set up residence in the Big Apple for three months, and it's the most exciting thing to have happened in a while and I haven't written about it. He swapped his BCN apartment for one in Chelsea and is ready to take the theater world by storm. He's even set up a new blog for all his pals back home (so brush

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So I've been getting away from the office more and seeing some shows. Over the past couple of weeks I've seen some great small theater, a great Broadway show, some opera, dance and more.While P's mom was in town we made it to see Skin Deep, a one-man that is playing as part of the Dixon Place HOT! Festival. It was one of the best written, well-performed pieces of theater that I've seen in quite a

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So I have so many things I've been meaning to post, but (I must admit) I'm a little lazy and even turned-off by my blog these days. Most likely no one's really checking it out anymore since I've been so slack. Well, to start things rolling, I thought I'd post the story of mine that was finally published. The issue of Grain is available now (and I got my two copies in the mail two weeks ago), but

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Although last weekend was a "holiday" weekend for most since the 4th fell on a Tuesday and most people seemed to have the liberty to make it a LONG weekend (starting sometime on Friday—or even Thursday night—and extending through Wednesday morning), I had to work on Monday and we didn't take part in any of the usual debaucherous events that take place at clubs that use any excuse to throw an

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I didn't make it to the Folsom Street Fair east last Sunday, but I did put out a paper with some newsy gay features for our Gay Pride Issue this week. Then I attended the Genre/Press party on Wednesday (and met Rex Reed!). But I never made it to any official Pride events. I meant to go to the parade but it was raining and I really felt like taking the day to catch up on reading and writing and

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I was offered a ticket to see Radiohead at Madison Square Garden Wednesday night. Then that fell through. Then I got a message from TrayB saying he'd take me as his date last night to see Rufus do Judy at Carnegie Hall (thanks to his BF for letting me go!). Do you KNOW how excited I was? I'd been reading about the concert and listened to his NPR interview over the weekend. I expected it to be a .

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This morning I left the house a little later. Wednesdays are my days when I'm allowed to be a little more relaxed, not as stressed and crazed like most other workdays. I walked down to the 137th street 1-line stop and was confronted with a long line of folks. This stop is always much more crowded with people than 116th ever was. People lining up to do something with their metro cards...people

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This past weekend the gay blogascenti descended on the city. I only spent a few hours with them on Sunday night at the Eagle. But it made me realize how little I've been paying attention to this blog thing. Fact of the matter is, most of my life is now consumed with work-related stuff and I can't and won't write about that on here. So what am I left with? I've become infinitely boring. Maybe, if

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I'm hijacking someone's wi-fi to get on this since we don't have dsl service yet. But we're all moved!!!It was a grueling day yesterday, drove all the way to brooklyn to get a fridge from a friend (that ended up not fitting) and we were ferrying things from our old place to the new one until late in the evening (thanks CC!. But now it's actually starting to take shape. Feels like our home. Plenty

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everyone keeps saying: myspace! myspace!I keep saying nothing. I've been able to ignore the clamor for this long. How much longer can I hold out? Won't this social networking system be dead by next week (especially after Rupert bought it) and there will be a new one that's all the rage? Doesn't it worry you that a billionaire paid $300 million so that he had the perfect niche marketing scheme? Or

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I wanted to post something great about Erica visiting me.I wanted to post something about the Erasure concert we went to last weekend. I also wanted to post something about our Summer Guide issue that just came out. But instead I'm just going to wait to do all that until after we move this weekend. And maybe, with the three-day weekend and all, I'll finally take the time to actually write

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1147788638374490282006-05-16T06:47:00.000-07:002006-05-16T07:10:38.420-07:00

Definitions:AGH—(also known as, Average Gay Height) The height of most gay men somewhere between 5' 8"-5'9". Anywhere above that height and you are a tall gay man. (below AGH? see: runt party at Nowhere on Wednesday nights.)Amazon—An unusually tall woman, usually above 5'11" in height.Last night TrayB and I headed to Irving Plaza to see Goldfrapp. I'd listened to the tracks a little but was

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Oh, OK, maybe I'm being too coy about it all. So, you want to know what our new place looks like? Well, we're directly across from City College in Hamilton Heights. But, sorry I'm not putting my address here, we'll correspond privately about that. So here's the corner of our building with City College across the street.It's a nice big "loft-like" space as people are wont to say. Yes hardwood

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Got to see an old friend who was in town for a quick NY trip this weekend. Amy K. B. was here with Dave and we spent some time traipsing around and went to see Upright Citizen's Brigade. We also caught up with R. Brown for a bit (since he was nearby for business in Newark). Ah, what lovely catching up was to be had: two of my favorite college buddies as well as two of the reasons why I'm in

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Well, if you had any question about it, the Irish aren't coming. They're already here in NY. I attended The Faith Healer yesterday with Leonard (and while waiting to get in brushed shoulders with the redhead from Desperate Housewives. (that's right, Marcia Cross! as redhead and pale as they come!)(that's also where that line in the title comes from, but once I searched on the web, I found out

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So it's been crazy lately at the paper. If you think I'm just being a dick, and I'm not responding to you or giving you much attention, then imagine if you're P. I mean, half the time I get home after it's been dark for quite a while and collapse on the couch and try not to think about editing and writing and talking about editing and writing and planning and all the other little "fun" things

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I've been so damn tired every night, shit, there's no way I was going to update a blog. But that doesn't mean I haven't wanted to. This past weekend P's mom was in town, and P said, "I want you to show mama a good time!"So we sure as hell tried. We started out on Saturday by going to see Taylor Mac's latest creation at PS 122. Ever since I saw Taylor back at Galapagos for a few brief minutes,

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Sunday was Sandra Bernhard in her latest.Wednesday: Lisa Kron in Well.Yesterday finished it off with Marga Gomez in Los Big Names.All lesbians in one-woman shows (Well, Well is a "solo show with other performers" but it's close enough—it's so good!). To wash it all down, TrayB invited me to see Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa's Based on a Totally True Story, a gay twentysomething piece, last night. That's

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This music biz is crazy:Last night I saw Martha Wainwright open for Neko Case at Webster Hall. Both were great. Neko really did it right and sounded amazing. That's not the crazy part. The crazy part is that Kelly Hogan was singing backup for Neko. I first happened upon Neko when I saw her OPEN for Hogan at the Star Bar in Atlanta. My friend (and editor at the time) T Ware assigned me to do a

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I was having such a lovely dream that I slept until 9 this morning: Erica and I crawled through some cardboard tunnel and emerged in an ice skating rink. But it wasn't just any ice skating rink: it was a full-on production of The Chronicles of Narnia: On Ice. I haven't seen the film (I did read the books), but in my dream it was this fabulous production and at the end, I kept missing the finale

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As I'm sitting in the Chinese restaurant waiting for my take-out order, he walks in—beaming.He's a handsome black man who looks my way and smiles. It's not one of those normal, I-just-heard-something-funny smiles. Nor is it, an aren't-I-clever? crease of the face. No, it's more of one of those evangelical-I'm-so-happy-I'm-saved-you-poor-heathen smiles. That self-righteous attitude comes across

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I started working on this story months ago. A response to a story about how science has influenced architectural design, this is my take on the ways in which architecture is shaping science. OK, maybe it's not breaking any new ground, but read it, you may learn something...(and that ends today's self-referential PR announcement. Go about your regularly scheduled business.)

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It's incredible what a little sun and warmth does for the libido.

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We had to wait til 4 a.m. to enter the party, so after leaving Trayb's, Ben, P and I stopped by Baracuda for a drink. Did we drink? Yes, a beer I think. And we chatted with Ebs, who I'd met a month back but never heard from. Then we were off to Roseland.Since we still had 30 minutes before we could get in on the cheap ($40), so we stepped over to Therapy before it closed. There, the young guy

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seems I'll finally be experiencing my first black party. So strange that the article I first read from which I learned about the whole deal was written by the guy who is currently my boss. Went to his "brunch" today and then tried to get some sleep since everyone says the party doesn't get going til after 4 (and since, being under 30, I get a promotional discount after 4 a.m. I must try to hold

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OK. So I almost said no to the press credentials to this show. But then I was like, Hell! I've always wanted to meet Rufus Wainwright. I talked to M. Stipe only that once very briefly in the Hartsfield Airport (he was buying Cosmo at a kiosk and I was on my way for study abroad in France) and if I can see Peaches and Margaret Cho in the same room, the world will seem much more liveable. So that's

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Just got back from seeing Ring of Fire, the Johnny Cash musical at Branson, I mean Broadway. Ugh. So un-fun. Don't even want to go there right now. Instead I'll say a bit about the excitement of the morning.After working hard and getting as many errors and fuck-ups out of the latest issue (it's getting better each week I hope!), the paper was finished and sent to press. It arrived around noon

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I attempted to go shopping yesterday, but I'm a big failure. I've been too successful in eradicating all those have-to-go-shopping impulses that now when I find myself out and about I just can't buy a thing. I think meatcute was a bit disappointed since I promised him vicarious buying pleasure.Oh well, it was such a beautiful, sunny day that it was at least great to be outside. And, of course,

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It was a long day at work. A LONG Friday, but somehow I survived it. I was sitting at work at 6 and then I remembered, oh you made tentative plans to see either: a) a sexual/political one-man show in the Village or go check out the opening of Deitch's "Garden Party." I decided to ditch the show and go for the opening since I wasn't sure how long my eyes would stay open anyway. When meatcute met

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(For some reason the chorus to that U2 song is stuck in my head. Some strange dream that I'm failing to recall?)Yesterday marked my second full cycle at the paper, but it feels like I've been there already for months. I remember that feeling; I had it previously, too. It's this weird time warp that you enter when you work for a publication: You're looking forward weeks in advance, dealing with

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I finished my first full cycle of the paper last night. But that's not the big news.The big news is that Guillem is in town. He arrived late on Monday so, although we were both tired, I went down to the CUTE little flat he has down at W. 71st and got our catching up out of the way. Don't you just love when you haven't seen someone for a while and it just seems like you pick up where you left off.

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Oh, and in other news, instead of using the holiday weekend to cavort with the shirtless boys, I stayed in and watched Tori Amos videos. No, I'm not suddenly a lesbian or reverting to my sophomore high school days. I needed to review the two-disc set, Fade to Red, for a web mag and figured it was a little more interesting than overdrinking and ending up broke and bemused. So, if you were needing

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Last night I sat by David Bowie. I was attending "La Pasion segun San Marcos" by Golijov and conducted by Spano for Lincoln Center's tribute to the composer. I turned around and was like, "I don't think that's David Bowie, but it looks just like him." P was all like, "You're sure it's not him?"Then, by the end of the concert (which was weird, eclectic and wild -- not normal things you say about "

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"Who taught you how to tie a tie?" Patricio asked the other morning as I stood in front of our bedroom mirror tying the last necktie I hopefully will be wearing for some time. "Huh. It was Shane I guess. Not my dad."It's true. The only time I've ever seen my dad wear a tie were the navy clip-ons which were regulation attire for his dress blues. Shane, my second boyfriend (a teacher and 10 years

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All the managers are out for the week. That means that I sit here in the office and answer a couple of calls, do "catch-up" work and, well, surf the net. Here's a quick important message to tide you over while I devise another, more developed post. From "Harper's Weekly" email dispatch: "The BBC is planning an Easter tribute in which Jesus Christ will sing 'Love Will Tear Us Apart' by Joy

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TrayB has been bringing me all around town. Thanks to him last night I was at a fashion week after party and gorged myself on bacon-wrapped scallops, crab cakes and other fingerly foods that the skinny girls refused. Before that we were at a book launch in a beautiful Tribeca apartment (where I gorged myself on free sushi, goldfish crackers and purloined a book used for display on my way out. "

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"Isn't that Moby?" I asked meatcute.And yes, yes it was. He was sitting at a table next to where the two of us were standing in the Slipper Room. We were there to hear oh-so-clever authors read at the Opium magazine anniversary party. Moby ostensibly was as well. I had to keep doing double-takes since he looked just like any other bald, be-spectacled hipster in the LES. Except he continually

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I awoke at 7 a.m. with a headache, bloodshot eyes and lots of misgivings about the night before, but I couldn't let that stop me: I had a new job to get to in a couple of hours. So I put on my nice pants, a pressed shirt and tie and got myself out the door. I was sweaty and looked rough, but I had to work dammit!So, it's at a mid-sized pharmaceutical company, the same one where I had my first

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This has probably been the toughest (and longest) week I've had since living in this city. It started out reasonably enough: some freelance work, some laundry and plans to meet up with some guys for happy hour on Tuesday.Oh that Tuesday. MV told me a lot of the NY gay bloggerati would be around so I decided to join meatcute at the Townhouse (yes, THAT townhouse once again) to meet the meta-bunch.

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Last night I went down to Lincoln Rose Theatre located in the TimeWarner mega-mall complex at Columbus Circle (they even have a Whole Foods in the basement!) to catch a performance of Osvaldo Golijov's Ainadamar. My friend Spano had premiered it at Tanglewood years ago, and I'd read the big bj piece on it in the Times on Sunday and decided I really needed to see it. I needed to see it so badly

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So, I've been suffering for the past week. On Tuesday I had these horrible shooting pains in the back of my head that made me dizzy. It was so bad, I had to retreat to the restroom to recover but being an hourly cog, I couldn't go home. That night I did some stretches to try to make them go away. P massaged me. Wednesday I seemed fine. But Wednesday night, they came back with a vengeance:

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How gay am I? Aquaman was my favorite of the Super Friends (because he could talk to fish, not that orange and green outfit!) and this hottie (read: William Toale) is going to play him on an upcoming Aquaman series. More quality (eyecandy) television.

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I probably said too much last night. But I used to be known (and good) for that. So, let's just chalk it up to rediscovering my personality that was a little bit blunted while living in a foreign country.It was my first dinner party with P's PhD pals. A couples party. So there was the PhDers and the significant others: one an artist (pregnant), one an architect (self-employed) and me. Dinner was

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It's not that I don't have interesting things going on (there was the coke-filled orgy last Friday), it's just that I haven't felt like sharing. Last week was the black, black depression and life questioning -- fueled by the turn of the year, low serotonin levels, and plenty of just-visited-the-family nostalgia. Real interestin, huh?Monday had me proofreading, something I thought I was never any

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New Year's holiday has come to be a special time for P and I since it was on New Year's day four years ago that we met. So we left Atlanta at 6 a.m. on Saturday morning so we'd have plenty of time to recover from travel and be ready for the evening. But I think both of us new somewhere back in our minds that we wouldn't be doing anything crazy that night. It was the end of our nine day visit to

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in my ongoing effort to make money by inculcating the youth of america with positive marketing to both instruct and instruct them to buy (this time a mobile phone for children -- called firefly), I give you one of those instructive games to play with the family and some of the results. Now what would you actually say if you really DID get to speak to these people on your cell. Now that's the

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Thanks to the TWU strike, trains aren't running and that means I can finally catch up with some writing on here. (There's no way in HELL I can make the 140+ blocks from my house in the UWS to work in SoHo -- or would want to try.) Of course, that also means I'm missing out on a few hundred dollars I could use, but hell, staying in bed with my honey on a weekday now seems like something that

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So, just doing some shopping and walking in SoHo when me and meatcute come upon some paparazzi. I'm in fact more excited about the fact that they are real live paps, than who they are shooting.MC: It's Elizabeth Berkley.JP: really? (to the paps) Is that Elizabeth Berkley.Young pap: [nods head]JP: Wow. Let's take pictures of them, taking pictures of Elizabeth Berkley.She actually looked great, her

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And this is the scene outside my front door when we leave our apartment building Sunday morning. Welcome to a winter wonderland. (Unfortunately it'll probably be the same scene well into March...did I mention this is my first snow in more than six years?)

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I was reading about the movie that is on just about every cover of every magazine and newspaper than it can possibly get on. Helps that Heath and Jake are so damn cute and we all want to imagine what they look like in bed naked together. I don't have cable so don't really know what sort of TV play it's getting -- but I can imagine and it gives me nightmares.In fact I was reading the Village Voice

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It would have been a nearly perfect travel experience, if we hadn't ended up sitting on the runway in Ft. Lauderdale for three hours, stuck and sweating. Finally we got back to the city, too late for P's class, missing my freelancer mixer sponsored by MediaBistro. Oh well. We're home.So weird to leave early on Thursday with rain and freezing temperatures and end up with sun and heat. I mean, I

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I was sitting in the audience at Avery Hall's auditorium on Columbia's campus listening to a top Latin American architecture critic speak and felt it. That tingle. That spark. Revelation. Access.How did a poor boy from a working class background end up on one of the most influential college campuses in America, in one of the most influential and powerful cities in the world, listening to such

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Too much to say to actually get it down. Need time to think about things. But safe to say that last night we had our first NY shindig -- our couch warming -- and it was great fun. Who knew we could fit so many people in such small confines. I guess it was lucky that several people were already off for the holidays, and although it seemed like we had too much nibbly food, it was all magically gone

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"OK I get it. Do we have to continue watching?""What are we waiting for? Blood? Does blood make it better?""Is that a female to male transexual? His pants sure look strange."Some of the questions running through my head last night as I sat on the bleachers watching Mary Coble perform "Binding Ritual, Daily Routine."She came out, wearing black trousers, nothing else, a stool at her side with a

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1132162810977265842005-11-16T08:38:00.000-08:002005-11-16T09:47:37.346-08:00

Last night was such a strange and interesting collision of worlds and attitudes, I'm still reeling from it and not sure how to articulate it in words -- either spoken or written. So I'll just quickly give the rundown.1. OU Alumni event at the Rubin Museum of Art, created by a rich, old, northern alum. Beautiful space, saw and old boss/colleague, other friends my age and some new, cool alums in

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1132068662315400642005-11-15T06:59:00.000-08:002005-11-15T08:05:23.710-08:00

Last night I left work early and got home right in time to see our brand new leather love seat being delivered. It fit in the door (which was a worry) and fit perfectly in our cozy little abode. Seemed appropriate since today is our three month anniversary of moving from Barcelona to put down some roots in New York for a few years. A couch seems like home.Patricio says I corrupted him and brought

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This weekend I came across CL's extensive coverage of the Piano expansion at the High Museum in Atlanta. Then I read the Times' piece on it.Is it just me, or does this sound like one of those rare, incredible moments when everything seems to be going right? I can't wait to visit when I'm in town over Xmas. Anyone want to step it to the High with me before Heidi's wedding, come on along. Now if my

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"Um. Why does it seem you have some fascination with seeing women do strange things to their bodies?"That was my friend Jennifer's question (from Lowndes High School days! We still haven't seen each other in person but it's been like 10 years since I saw her in the flesh) last night when I told her about my plans to see Mary Coble on Thursday after writing this piece. And I guess it could seem

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Last night P and I arrived fairly early at the Guggenheim although you couldn't tell since it had been pitch black since about 4 in the afternoon. But the seductive idea that we would see Marina Abramovic recreate Vit Acconci's 1972 performance piece "Seedbed" was enough to get us out into the brisk (finally feels like) winter night. The seminal performance artist is performing "Seven Easy Pieces

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1131648279207084692005-11-10T10:42:00.000-08:002005-11-10T10:51:43.520-08:00

Just as a quick update: Mainers (cuz that's what they're called) soundly rejected the question 1 on their ballot and thus retain sexual orientation as a protection against discrimination. So, do those few hours of calling strangers after 8 hours of work feel worth it. You betcha.Unfortunately Texas went even further Right. Ouch.

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Just got a call from the temp agency saying they have a job for me -- at Victoria's Secret.Now, I do have a bit of a fetish for lacey, pretty underthings, but do I want to spend my days entering the data to keep the website updated so all you ladies can get your hot little number at the click of a button? I seriously need help here. It would be an indefinite position (meaning I could be there til

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It's been a while since I posted something, not because I don't have anything to write about, but because I have had too much to write (most of it paying gigs). Plus, getting home each night from my latest temporary temp performance at the big childrens' book publisher in SoHo has just left me exhausted. Today was my final day at 20 dollars an hour, tomorrow I'll go back to TimeInc and take it

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1131025298606379542005-11-03T05:26:00.000-08:002005-11-03T05:41:38.623-08:00

My baby has been working too hard. You know, all fun and no play...makes a student get way too cranky.So after attending an architecture lecture with Rafael Moneo (snoozefest) we headed down to the East Village to Nowhere bar to meet up with Gayest Neil for the Runt party hosted there every Wednesday by Stephen Merritt (you know, Magnetic Fields fame?).A party for "Runts and their Runters," P was

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1130594083054867722005-10-29T06:31:00.000-07:002005-10-29T18:54:22.853-07:00

Yesterday a woman sang lines from Meatloaf's "I would do anything for love (but I won't do that)" in the kitchen near my desk at TimeInc (I hope it was on some bad radio station she was listening to and not her iPod playlist). Maybe it signaled the start of the Halloween weekend and things going a bit to the strange. But not for me, it had already gotten weird way before that.The day before I

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1130160948992307282005-10-24T06:34:00.000-07:002005-10-24T06:36:50.106-07:00

Thanks to TrayB, my first NY byline. Now there's actual proof (at least in writing).

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I sprang out of bed naked, thought it was the pingping of our doorbell, some sort of 6 a.m. emergency, grabbed clothes and went to check."What are you doing?" Patricio called. "It's just the heat."Oh yeah. That sound that could be our doorbell or the pluck of a Japanese string instrument was just a new rattle to add to the hiss of the steam coming out of our radiators.I thought we'd have a few

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Sincerity and authenticity are the new irony and edginess.This was reaffirmed for me last night when I attended the Little Gray Book Lectures last night at Galapagos in Williamsburg.I've wanted to go to one of these since I found out about them from JS Van Buskirk and attended her Info Demos in Atlanta. She was inspired to start something like the lecture series (although she'd never attended the

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After several trains and a bus, a full day of work and meeting up to discuss potential writing gigs at an office in Chinatown, I made it over to Park Ave. for a show. TrayB had invited me to see Carol Channing and, no matter how tired and drained I felt, how could I pass up a chance to see a living legend? So I show up at Feinstein's for Mrs. Channing's "The First 80 Years Are The Hardest." Get,

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1129572844865545122005-10-17T11:10:00.000-07:002005-10-17T11:14:04.873-07:00

I tell myself to stop thinking it. Sit still. Concentrate. It's an easy job. You're making money. It's not permanent. No, no. It's a temporary job, you idiot. But I can't help but be restless. Bored. Numbed. Tired. It partially accounted for the mini-breakdown I had on Saturday night. That and being tired and having had a few beers. Where do these emotions come from? And why does having a stupid

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1129222585449514182005-10-13T09:37:00.000-07:002005-10-13T10:25:49.980-07:00

I was wet most of the day yesterday. But my soaked pants legs and squishy shoes weren't the worst of the problems: with so much rain, trains were flooded (as were neighborhoods) and everything was just a big ol mess. But I decided I couldn't let that keep me down (or inside) so I headed back out into the storm after work to catch The New Pornographers with Nikhil, Robin and gang at Webster Hall.

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I have an interview tomorrow. My first, real live, in-person, could turn into a well-paying job interview. Tomorrow. And since it's at the Columbia U. Business School, I was advised to wear a suit. Only thing, all two of my suits (from my old working at a school, needing to look dressy days) are down in storage in S Carolina. Why did I make the conscious decision to pack them up and leave them

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1128831529826839572005-10-08T21:01:00.000-07:002005-10-08T21:18:49.833-07:00

I meant to see En La Cuidad on several occasions. Set and shot in Barcelona, it's a wonderful film that got tons of attention in Spain and was widely praised by people I know and respect as a must-see. But it seemed like every time I picked it up at the video club near our house in BCN, I put it back down for some reason. Well, I decided to put it on our netflix list and finally watch it. I guess

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1128481091515400752005-10-04T19:41:00.000-07:002005-10-04T19:58:11.523-07:00

The first time it happened, it seemed innocent enough. He sat across from me, caught my eye. A smile. A wink. A laugh. It seemed a bit hilarious to be sitting and flirting across from one another on the train. Exhilirating too. I got off at the next stop to board the express. But it so happened that at 42nd street we were faced with one another again and he waited for me, motioned for me to exit

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At times I feel few things have an affect on me, hardly anything can give me a sickening physical reaction or make me cry. You know, you just get numb somehow. Then I read a follow-up story about fistulas and the plight of women in Africa that includes this anecdote:"Dr. Waaldijk remembers one patient well. She managed to push out only her baby's head before collapsing from exhaustion in her hut,

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Today was my last day with the drug people. How strange knowing how much all those little post-it pads, pens and magnets that seem to float around doctors offices and into the hands of the many cost...Oh and I got an email to line up my first interview for next week. It's for a cool job that I would be so excited to take. I don't want to jinx it so I'm not gonna mention it here, but let's just

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1127435622302411082005-09-22T17:33:00.000-07:002005-09-22T17:33:42.306-07:00

I survived my first full day of work (9-5 baby) in more than 2 years. It was spent stamping, organizing, copying, filing invoices for the accounts payable dept of a large pharmaceutical corp. They produce a drug called celexa and one called lexapro and others for thyroid and kicking alcoholism. So that was ... strange.I think strange for both of us was that my "supervisor" is not only another

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1127358766616619722005-09-21T20:03:00.000-07:002005-09-21T20:12:46.623-07:00

How fun is it to live here?I don't want yall to get the wrong idea and think I've become some whiney-ass about living in the city. I mean, I'm here, I want to be here, where else would I rather be? (except of course with you my sweet ones.)Last night around 11 I got a call from Robin asking if I'm up to going to a taping of the Daily Show. Of course I am. So after I finish up with a Columbia

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1127272922934902742005-09-20T20:04:00.000-07:002005-09-20T20:22:31.193-07:00

I can type 80 words per minute. I have an excellent grasp of the editing functions of Microsoft word but need further training when it comes to graphics and my excel usage is pretty darn good (but again needs improvement when it comes to graphic elements). How do I know all this? Cuz I'm a tempin.Yesterday I finally got my ass down to a temp agency that didn't require a previous appointment or

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1126650382821617262005-09-13T15:14:00.000-07:002005-09-13T15:26:22.826-07:00

I followed a nun down the street today. I was behind her for several blocks -- her black layers blowing in the breeze, my grocery bags cutting into my fingers, sweating from the 90+ degree heat -- then I realized WAIT! I'm not in Spain this is New York. Glad to know that there are some sisters still keepin it real back here with a traditional, uncomfortable habit. That means that I can continue

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Yesterday was chock full o' spectatin. We started out by going to see Kathleen Turner's performance of Martha in Albee's "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" -- something I desperately wanted to do before it closed this weekend. Wow -- what a performance. And to imagine she and the rest of the cast do that just about everyday and sometimes twice a day (we saw the Saturday matinee and they were to go

Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16207453.post-1125676007791025262005-09-02T08:44:00.000-07:002005-09-02T08:46:47.793-07:00

Our first brunch with cute t-shirts. Thanks to Carlos we got to meet some folks the same week we moved here. Not sure we had enough name-dropping quotient to fill the room. But at least we got a taste of what all that attitude and fun star-fucking can be like.

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I didn't know if I'd continue blogging now that I'm back in the states. It's so easy to keep in touch with so many people now by phone (the real reason I started blogging when I left two years ago). But now I have friends who are equally far away back in the euro-zone, plus, I admit it, I miss this writing outlet. And, until I get something a little more full-time, this new blog will have into do

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