When I first glanced at this week's New York magazine cover story -- "Forever Youngish: Why Nobody Wants to Be an Adult Anymore" -- my first reaction was, "Oh, yeah. Like everyone wanted to be an old fart before" followed by "So all you need to do to stay young is wear a hoodie and carry a messenger bag?" But something about the guys on the cover made me want to know more (nice work, Adam Moss) so I bought it. The article examines how this perpetual state of "youth" -- or being a partial grown-up, or "grup" -- went mainstream and how it appears to be here for good.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Youthquake (Sort Of)
When I first glanced at this week's New York magazine cover story -- "Forever Youngish: Why Nobody Wants to Be an Adult Anymore" -- my first reaction was, "Oh, yeah. Like everyone wanted to be an old fart before" followed by "So all you need to do to stay young is wear a hoodie and carry a messenger bag?" But something about the guys on the cover made me want to know more (nice work, Adam Moss) so I bought it. The article examines how this perpetual state of "youth" -- or being a partial grown-up, or "grup" -- went mainstream and how it appears to be here for good.
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Kenneth's Complaint
My brother Bill mentioned that he'd been wanting to read "Portnoy's Complaint," so having never read any Philip Roth myself I decided to check it out, too.
I've never had such ambivalent feelings about a book before. I read the first half back in January (I tend to start books on plane rides and I had to go to Florida for a funeral then). The first half truly had me laughing aloud. Having several male Jewish friends -- and being en route to a Jewish funeral in Fort Lauderdale -- I really enjoyed the story of young Portnoy's overbearing mother and the effect it had on his coming of age. Roth's writing and timing were wonderful, and the way it all read like one big breath on the shrink's couch was like nothing I'd ever read before.
Then I got distracted (somehow I'm reading four books at once -- something I never allow to happen) and didn't pick it up again until last week. Suddenly the adult stage of the book -- starring The Monkey -- turned angry, ugly and misogynistic. I almost quit reading it altogether. I'm not sure if my nonsexual, always-protective feelings toward women prevented me from relating to this part in any way or if the character is just sick and vile.
At the very end, the book turned around a bit with some funny moments when he goes to his gentile girlfriend's house for Thanksgiving in college, but all in all I ended up feeling let down by the book's overall effect.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
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Stalking Stifler
On our way to dinner last night, my Michael Bernard stopped dead in his tracks in front of the Heart of Chelsea Animal Hospital on my block. "Turn around," he said, with a huge smile. There he was -- larger than life: dreamboat actor Seann William Scott.
Stifler appeared to be picking up a very tiny pooch with his ridiculously attractive, extremely leggy galpal. He was all smiles as everyone seemed to be recognizing him in the vet's office. Naturally, we lurked outside waiting to see which way they were heading and immediately -- and oh so discreetly -- followed them east on 18th Street (OK, back toward my house where we'd just come from).
We walked right behind them -- Stifler is 5'11", so this chick must be like 6'11" and 5 of those feet are legs -- until they got a cab at the corner of 7th and 18th. Seann, ever the gentleman, carried the dog in its carrier so his lady friend could smoke (yuck).
This probably wouldn't have been such a fun quasi-stalking moment if not for the fact that Seann William Scott is one of the few men that my bf and I agree is too hot for words -- and even hotter up close and personal.
(UPDATE: Here is a recent photo of Seann and said gal-pal at a New York Rangers game.)
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Lounging, to Say the Least
I just got an e-mail from a PR flack I know who is promoting a new gay bar in Hell's Kitchen: VLADA Lounge is very sleek, sophisticated and romantic and has an artsy hang-out kind of feeling. They will have a full menu, infused vodkas, fun entertainment, etc.
I remember a time not very long ago when a new bar opening -- much less one I was personally invited to -- would have made my week. And why not? Most weeks consisted of going out a minimum of five nights.*
VLADA Lounge looks like a lovely place, but tonight -- like most nights -- will be quiet time with Mikey (aka Bernard).
*Does this bring back any memories, Jay?
(Which isn't to say Mondays and Wednesdays couldn't involve going out, too.)
I know I'm not the first person in the world to realize he's grown up, but damn, I've grown up!
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Making a Scene
Every Chris needs a Martina, and every Time needs a Newsweek. So I guess it's high time the Advocate got some competition. Enter Scene, a new monthly gay news magazine. With its glossy cover, timely news articles, fun features and nice color photography throughout, Scene is a welcome addition to an admittedly overcrowded newsstand.
Reading the letter from the publisher I found out that Scene is actually celebrating its one-year anniversary this month. It's published by Mark Lund, who recently appeared as a judge on the surprise hit reality show "Skating With Celebrities." Lund was also a figure skating analyst for CNN during the 2002 winter Olympics, wrote the book "Frozen Assets: The New Order of Figure Skating," and is the former publisher of International Figure Skating magazine (this guy's busy).
Living at the epicenter of gay life in New York City, I'm surprised I'd never even heard of Scene before noticing it on the stand yesterday at Rainbows and Triangles (is that a gay enough name for a store?). Nonetheless, it certainly seems like they have a winner -- and I'll be curious to see how it does in the years ahead.
One thing is for sure: it certainly doesn't hurt that Scene is quoting guys like Michael Mings of the HRC in its articles. Who knew that a McClintock High graduate could be more than just a pretty face ...
Big Unit Backfires
Redneck Yankees pitcher Randy Johnson has a secret out-of-wedlock love child and is trying to force the girl's mother to return $100,000 in child support because he doesn't have "proof" of how the money is being spent. (There went your secret!)
A) Who would have sex with this disgusting freak?
B) He makes $16 million a year and he's pulling this?
C) The reason he fought back is because he got angry when the mother also asked him to buy "a truck and computer" for the now-16-year-old girl, as well as "cover community college expenses."
Must people always have to live up to stereotypes?
B.J. Hooker for Congress
Don't you hate when your past career as a gay hooker gets in the way of your new life as a Mary Kay cosmetics rep (pink Cadillac included) and candidate for the Texas House of Representatives?
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
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Music Box: X
When I was a kid, music was my life. Olivia Newton-John, the Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel were my absolute favorites. But the summer of '82 was a turning point in my young life. My brother Bill came home from his internship at The Phoenix Gazette one night with a stack of promotional LPs he'd gotten and it introduced us to a whole new sound: The Cure's "Pornography," Siouxsie and the Banshees' "Juju" (with a bonus 7-inch of "Israel"), Gang of Four's "Songs of the Free," Wall of Voodoo's "Call of the West," Oingo Boingo's "Nothing to Fear," plus "Urgh! A Music War" with Klaus Nomi, XTC, the Fleshtones, Magazine and so on.
Although I later got and loved its predecessors, "Los Angeles" and "Wild Gift," "Under the Big Black Sun" is still my favorite for it's the one album that can truly make me feel like I'm 15-year-old Columbus, discovering the New
What's Your Sign?
Today's Times has a fun story about a group of Seattle residents who are concerned about the fate of an old neon Wonder Bread sign that's coming down to make room for new buildings. While the company developing the land has said it would donate the sign to the nearby Pratt Institute of Fine Arts, some local residents aren't so sure it won't end up on the auction block and into the hands of wealthy collectors. It seems old neon industrial signs are all the rage these days and Seattle, a leader in historic preservation, is chock full of them, having never taken most of them down.
The story reminded me of a sign I wouldn't mind getting my hands on. Underneath the main sign at the Hostess Bakery Thriftshop back in my quasi hometown of Mesa, Arizona, was a smaller one alerting customers that:
Built for Speed
I also bought an 80G external hard drive that I used to copy everything off the Compaq, so I now have everything "backed up" as I should have all along.
I spent way more than I'd planned to, but I'm hoping this new setup will last me awhile. This computer hauls ass and is the nicest one I've ever worked on.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Packing Up Cargo
I hear the magazine Cargo just folded and subscribers will receive GQ for the remainder of their subscriptions.
I can't say I'm really surprised: I bought it a few times and I'm still not sure what the point was ...