Friday, December 30, 2005
UPDATE: I knew I'd forget something: "Walk the Line" probably should have been on here somewhere, too.
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Thursday, December 29, 2005
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
We sure had a nice Christmas. (I was particularly happy that I was able to get through an entire holiday gathering without anyone talking about how happy they'd be if they won the lottery.) Like every year, my family and friends were extremely generous and thoughtful with their presents, for which I am very appreciative.
My brother Bill always seems to come up with the most creative gifts. This year, he had our family's 1970s Super 8 mm home movies transferred to DVD. For whatever reason, the camera saw heavy use from 1973 (when my mom married my stepfather, Gary) until my sister Jenn's 4th birthday in 1978. We moved to Arizona in 1979 (where there was actually something worth filming), but the camera was never used again.
The footage is a real hoot, but the artwork my brother designed for the box (above) is even better than the video itself, capturing the full essence of the '70s.
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Saturday, December 24, 2005
I'll leave you with one of my favorite pictures of me and my guy, a Polaroid taken at a friend's house in Weehawken, New Jersey.
Have a great holiday!
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The two major crime stories I've been following here in the city have both reached the first stages of justice, just in time for the victims and their families to (hopefully) find some peace for the holidays. At the risk of sounding like (my admitted favorite) Nancy Grace, I think it's a safe bet that the police have their men:
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Friday, December 23, 2005
As readers know, my girl Kathy Griffin and I had a falling out recently, only she doesn't know about it and couldn't care less (wink).
Like many fans, I was devastated by her breakup with hubby Matt Moline. I just felt cheap and used by the whole thing. To see her be so in love on her reality show and then turn around and file for divorce -- well, it just made me feel like her whole act had been ... well, just that -- an act.
Now I'm reading that Kathy and Matt have reconciled and are coming back for a Season Two of "My Life on the D-List" on Bravo (Kathy had said previously that they weren't paying her enough to come back for an encore, but then E! canned her and suddenly the gig is on -- love her!), so I'm thinking it's time for Kathy and me to kiss and make up in time for me to watch it.
What do you say, Kath?
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My friend Nina is notorious for buying offbeat gifts. This year's Christmas present -- PhotoStamps ("Real Postage. Really You.) -- was especially fun because she incorporated a photo from a recent 20-year reunion of all our friends (above).
Ever the trendsetter, Nina's gift turns out to be the hottest thing around. The New York Times picked up on the "vanity stamp" craze and ran a piece about it in Thursday's paper.
One guy interviewed really stood out (a man after my own heart):
"This is the only time of year I actually send anything out in the post," he said. "If there's ugly dead presidents and birds and flowers on stamps, then there might as well be me too."
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My friend Kevin Delaney will be performing at the Underground Lounge on Wednesday, Dec. 28 at 10 p.m.
Kevin says the Underground Lounge "is a quaint, cozy (that’s Manhattanspeak for "small") club with a sweet sound system and groovy, just-off-Bleecker-circa-’63 vibe. It is located at 107th and Broadway, easily accessible by the city’s soon-to-be-up-and-running audience delivery system."
Admission is free but there is a 2-drink minimum. He will be accompanied by Rick Shields, the wild-eyed Scottish fiddler who dazzled the crowd at Kevin's last show.
You can check out reviews or hear sounds from “Himalayan Moon,’’ Kevin's latest cd, by clicking here.
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Thursday, December 22, 2005
The Association of Tennis Professionals has suspended Argentine player Mariano Puerta for eight years for twice violating its policies against doping. His career is over. Talk about a deterrent.
You can't help but look at this case and reason that if MLB really gave a rat's ass about this problem, they would tear a page out of the ATP's doping policy -- who tore a page out of the Olympics' strict approach.
What's most disconcerting, though, is that both of this French Open finalist's infractions don't sound anything close to what I was expecting from a doping violation -- well, depending on what you read, that is. The latest charge involved ingesting a medication that belonged to his wife, which has been described as everything from a prescription hypertension drug to an over-the-counter medication, and in 2003 he was suspended for using clenbuterol, which I've heard described as "an anabolic steroid" in some places and an asthma medication with "some steroid-like properties" elsewhere. (Are you as confused as I am?) The panel even concluded that Puerta's use of his wife's drug was "inadvertent" and "too small to have any effect on his performance."
Now I'm as suspicious as anyone when I hear about these world-class professional athletes who just happen to put these unknown substances in their bodies all willy-nilly, so I tend to agree that something is up. But at the same time, it just doesn't seem equitable that the BALCO boys continue to set records right and left -- and we know without a doubt what drugs they were doing -- and we've yet to see anyone punished beyond a 10-day slap on the wrist.
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New York's got no means of transportation right now, but there's enough buzz around town about Johnny Damon's defection to the Yankees to power the entire Metropolitan Transit Authority.
I've seen this guy a few times and was startled to learn that he was Boston's idea of a sex symbol. I'm guessing the Barry Gibb look is still big up there in Beantown, but he looks like a freak to me (Jesus Christ meets Charles Manson is the best way I've heard his look described). I defiinitely get the impression that his good-natured personality is what makes him very appealing in a lot of people's eyes -- and adding another nice guy to the roster never hurts.
But being the shallow type that I am, I dug around to see exactly what we were getting for $52 million. Hey, I'm gonna have to look at this guy for at least the next four years, and I've already had to put up with the world trying to convince me that Derek Jeter is hot. Don't get me wrong, Jeter's a nice guy and everything. But he nailed it himself on SNL when he described himself as looking like the love child of The Rock and a Muppet. I don't get it.
Turns out Johnny Damon might actually have some "clean up" potential. In case you don't know, the Yankees are one of the few professional sports teams that has a strict policy against facial hair and other unkempt grooming practices (and Johnny still wanted to come here!). So the blogosphere has taken a few cleancut photos and enhanced them with some Yankee attire and you know what? He's not looking half bad.
Furthermore, there is the matter of Johnny's surprisingly fit body. Admittedly he was severely waxed and bronzed for his Puma campaign earlier this year, but the bod's not bad either.
So, I'm not saying he's anywhere close to being hot, but there may be hope. Let me know what you think ...
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
How I hate January. Christmas is over. It's been cold for months on end. And you just know you're going to get another year older before long.
The only thing good about January is that it's the beginning of the tennis calendar, straight from Down Under. The player I have my eyes on most -- and not just because of photos like these -- is Andy Roddick. I was watching "Tennis Insiders" preview for 2006 on the Tennis Channel last night and all they could talk about was Roger Federer and what a great shot Rafael Nadal has at creating a true rivalry. I'm sure someone as competitive as Roddick can't be taking too kindly to this.
American tennis needs Andy Roddick. He's this generation's Jimmy Connors: boyish, flirtatious, cocky and exciting to watch. Now we just need him to win like Connors.
So, January is almost here again, and this time around instead of just dreading it, I'm welcoming it -- and dreaming of a Very Andy New Year ...
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I learned this yesterday when a co-worker went to look up the spelling of cheesy. (I don't think I have stopped laughing since.)
Cheese it; slang
1. To look out. Often used in the imperative.
2. To get away fast; get going. Often used in the imperative.
"Cheese it! The cops!"
UPDATE: A friend at the Times got this e-mail about the matter from her retired literature professor mother:
CHEESE meaning look out or run has been part of English slang since 1805-1815. The etymology is murky but some believe it to be a variant of the word "cease."
Don't you people at the TIMES have a dictionary or a man named Safire?
In my youth it was used primarily in gangster movies-James Cagney, Edward G. Robinson, et al-in the memorable line quoted above, "Cheese it! The cops!"
Random thought: It would be nice if Spell Check would acknowledge perfection by congratulating you when there is nothing to correct in your document.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Remember the cast of "The Real World: Chicago"? I know I don't. But I was reading a gossip column the other day and came across a familiarly hunky guy who turns out to be RW Chicago alum Kyle Brandt. (I think he was on the same year they had that cute alcoholic gay guy.)
It seems that Kyle is now a bonafide soap stud, appearing on "Days of Our Lives" for the past couple of years. From what I've seen, he's still got the square-jaw good looks to make housewives -- and gay boys -- swoon from coast to coast ...
(That said, as happy as I am to see him doing so well, like most of us, my heart still belongs to Danny.)
Visit Kyle's official site here.
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If you're a regular moviegoer, you've probably experienced this bizarre moment, too: you're waiting for your movie to come on. The lights dim. An intriguing, suspense-filled trailer comes on the screen. A gorgeous London is the setting. The evocative music plays. Sexy Scarlett Johansson and hottie Irishman Jonathan Rhys-Meyers appear; the music gets louder as the shocking tidbits of the plot twists flash on the screen: lust, passion, adultery, betrayal, obsession, murder all unfold before your eyes.
Then the screen goes black and the words "Match Point," "A film by Woody Allen" appear on the screen. It almost more shocking than the scenes themselves. You literally have to check with your neighbor to see if your eyes deceived you. It looks that good -- and so not Woody.
"Annie Hall," "Manhattan," "Play It Again, Sam," and "Hannah and Her Sisters" are easily four of my all-time favorite films. But it's been way too long since Woody made something worth seeing. However "Match Point" turns out, it's nice to see some genuine excitement building around one of Woody's films -- and despite the countless disappointments in recent years. I'll be there opening weekend.
Read: The Ball's In Woody's Court (USA Today)
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MSNBC columnist Mike Celizic thinks Brett Favre needs to "keep playing, but switch teams." I couldn't agree more -- and anytime this sexy Packer wants to join my team, he should just give me a call.
From the look of this photo, Brett seems to have the basics down already.
Enter the official Brett Favre site here.
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Monday, December 19, 2005
It may seem silly, but I'm really sad to see yet another one of my local stores fall by the wayside. This time it's my Korean deli, Pine Tree Market. For nearly eight years I have been in there nearly once a day, buying my milk, coffee, cat food and litter, as well as the occasional Hostess cupcake or Dinty Moore beef stew in a drunken stupor. (I can also remember I bought a turkey sandwich there on 9/11 and watched the procession of people walking north up 8th Avenue covered in debris escaping from the destruction.)
The Pine Tree joins a long list of departed neighborhood businesses, like my Laundromat, my hardware store, my favorite Cuban-Chinese joint, as well as the famed eatery 18th and 8th (and this is just my corner; the entire avenue has been ruined up and down).
More and more it seems that unless you're a nail salon, Manhattan real estate prices have made it virtually impossible for any type of business to survive, let alone flourish. This is a sad thing, indeed.
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Readers of my blog know that I am a big fan of "Brokeback Mountain," but not everyone shares my enthusiasm.
One prominent gay blogger, Joe My God, had this to say about "Fakeback Mountain":
Unlike many others, I'm not dying to see two fake gays playing "straight guys who fall in love", especially after enduring unending soundbites of these fake gays reassuring worried America that they do indeed enjoy poontang in real life.
I resent that what may turn out the be the best critically received gay love movie ever, has no gay actors in it. I resent that if two gay actors had been cast, this movie would have zero visibility, regardless of its merit. I resent that America will only come to watch fake gays making fake love and I resent that casting the fake gays was the right business decision to make.
And I resent that this is how it probably always will be.
To which I posted the following reply:
While I respect differing opinions, I just don't get this obsession with casting two gay actors. It's called "acting" for a reason.
Did you complain that River Phoenix didn't really have narcolepsy in "My Own Private Idaho"? ("They should have cast a REAL narcoleptic.") Or that Ali MacGraw didn't really have cancer in "Love Story"and that Julia Roberts wasn't really a diabetic yet she played one in "Steel Magnolias"?
You said it yourself: if this movie had starred two gay actors, it would have been -- at best -- an art house flick that only gays would have seen.
But since THERE ARE NO gay stars to generate this kind of buzz, where is the harm in making a film that will reach more people?
I'll take "Completely Missing the Point" for a thousand, guys ...
P.S. I would have used the Hilary Swank in "Boys Don't Cry" example, but I'm not entirely convinced that Miss Two-Time Oscar Winner doesn't have a shenis hiding there in her Calvin Kleins ...
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