The Wall Street Journal: Harvard chemistry chairman charged on alleged undisclosed ties to China
Wednesday, January 29, 2020
Page 1 Roundup (01/29)
The Wall Street Journal: Harvard chemistry chairman charged on alleged undisclosed ties to China
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Thursday, December 13, 2018
10 Books That Make Perfect Holiday Gifts
In the idyllic little town of Dumont, Wisconsin, wealthy widow Mary Questman adopts an exotic stray cat, Mister Puss, who begins to talk to her. At least she thinks so. Mary's young friend, gay architect Brody Norris, soon finds another reason to worry about Mary's judgment when she decides to help finance a bizarre weight-loss enterprise called FlabberGas, the invention of a flamboyant local dermatologist, Dr. Francis Frumpkin. Brody's skepticism is partially overcome when Dr. Frumpkin commissions him to design the first of a planned chain of FlabberGas clinics. But then, during a public demonstration of Frumpkin's gimmicky new treatment, a volunteer is gassed to death in a hideous mishap that turns out to be no accident. It was murder, all right. Suspects abound. And Brody is drawn into the role of amateur sleuth, assisting Sheriff Thomas Simms.
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Monday, December 03, 2018
Remains of the Day (12/03)
Hot Slut of the Day: The Pound Store Prince Hot Ginge Lolly that wants you to calmly suck it off
Towleroad: "Fathers" imagines a world where AIDS never happened and popper protect you from STDS
Instagram: "Real Husband" and former football player Kroy Biermann is the Speedo king
The Randy Report: James Comey drops challenge to GOP House subpoena in exchange for full transcript release
The Daily News: Melanie Griffith says Alec Baldwin refused her advances on the set of "Working Girl"
BosGuy: I may need to go to Boston for its annual Speedo Santa Run if these boys are participating!
Back2Stonewall: Alt-right troll Milo Yiannopoulos is a broke-ass bitch
Out: 'George Bush, serial killer': ACT UP’s fight against the president
Jeremiah's Vanishing New York: The Strand bookstore needs your help -- and for reasons that will seem pretty counterintuitive
The New York Times: Trump celebrates truce in self-created China trade war, but little has changed
Greg in Hollywood: Pietro Boselli is still the cutest
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Thursday, June 21, 2018
Book Shelf: Guy Branum, Jim Hart, David Sedaris and Eric Poole Are Your Summer Reads
From a young age, Guy Branum always felt as if he were on the outside looking in. Self-taught, introspective, and from a stiflingly boring farm town, he couldn’t relate to his neighbors. While other boys played outside, he stayed indoors reading Greek mythology. And being gay and overweight, he got used to diminishing himself. But little by little, he started learning from all the sad, strange, lonely outcasts in history who had come before him, and he started to feel hope. In this collection of personal essays, Guy talks about finding a sense of belonging at Berkeley -- and stirring up controversy in a newspaper column that led to a run‑in with the Secret Service. He recounts the pitfalls of being typecast as the “Sassy Gay Friend,” and how, after taking a wrong turn in life (i.e. law school), he found stand‑up comedy and artistic freedom. He analyzes society’s calculated deprivation of personhood from fat people, and how, though it’s taken him a while to accept who he is, he has learned that with a little patience and a lot of humor, self-acceptance is possible. Written with Guy’s characteristic blend of wit, guile, and rumination, "My Life as a Goddess" is an unforgettable and deeply moving book by one of today’s most endearing and galvanizing voices in comedy.
"Lucky Jim" is Jim Hart’s memoir, the story of how he survived a violent childhood home, found incredible words inside him, created a love that was both so right and so wrong, and finally found the strength to be his true self. Jim is a master at building relationships. Charming, funny, and a great listener with a guru’s insight, his success in life and business was based on his ability to connect with others, from people recovering in 12-step groups in Upstate New York to those living in the rarified air of Martha’s Vineyard. But after 20+ years sober, one slip-up triggered an active addiction that threatened his relationships with his then-wife, singer-songwriter Carly Simon, his recovery friends, his severely disabled son, and even with himself as he began to confront his sexuality.
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If you've ever laughed your way through David Sedaris's cheerfully misanthropic stories, you might think you know what you're getting with "Calypso." You'd be wrong. When he buys a beach house on the Carolina coast, Sedaris envisions long, relaxing vacations spent playing board games and lounging in the sun with those he loves most. And life at the Sea Section, as he names the vacation home, is exactly as idyllic as he imagined, except for one tiny, vexing realization: it's impossible to take a vacation from yourself. With "Calypso," Sedaris sets his formidable powers of observation toward middle age and mortality. Make no mistake: these stories are very, very funny--it's a book that can make you laugh 'til you snort, the way only family can. Sedaris's powers of observation have never been sharper, and his ability to shock readers into laughter unparalleled. But much of the comedy here is born out of that vertiginous moment when your own body betrays you and you realize that the story of your life is made up of more past than future. This is beach reading for people who detest beaches, required reading for those who loathe small talk and love a good tumor joke. "Calypso" is simultaneously Sedaris's darkest and warmest book yet--and it just might be his very best.
In 1977, Eric Poole is a talented high school trumpet player with one working ear, the height-to-weight ratio of a hat rack, a series of annoyingly handsome bullies, and a mother irrationally devoted to Lemon Pledge. But who he wants to be is a star…ANY star. With equal parts imagination, flair, and delusion, Eric proceeds to emulate a series of his favorite celebrities, like Barry Manilow, Halston, Tommy Tune, and Shirley MacLaine, in an effort to become the man he’s meant to be -- that is, anyone but himself. As he moves through his late teens and early twenties in suburban St. Louis, he casts about for an appropriate outlet for his talents. Will he be a trumpet soloist? A triple-threat actor/singer/dancer? A fashion designer in gritty New York City? Striving to become the son who can finally make his parents proud, Eric begins to suspect that discovering his personal and creative identities can only be accomplished by admitting who he really is. Picking up at the end of his first acclaimed memoir, "Where’s My Wand?," Poole’s journey from self-delusion to acceptance is simultaneously hysterical, heartfelt, and inspiring.
In the summer of ’77, while other boys in the Midwest were busy playing Little League and flocking to see "Star Wars," young Kenny Walsh was obsessed with Chris Evert and Woody Allen movies -- and daydreamed about moving to New York City. But when his family headed west from the suburbs of Detroit to Phoenix, it was the first in a series of events that set his Big Apple ambitions on the wrong course. In this funny and moving memoir, Walsh recounts an idiosyncratic childhood that included an attempt to track down a crazed serial killer, a First Amendment battle with his fourth-grade principal, running the local KKK (that’s Kenny’s Kid Kare) babysitting service -- and the mysterious disappearance of his father. Post-college jobs took him to Hollywood and Washington, D.C. -- where trouble followed (porn stars, celebrity doppelgängers, anxiety disorders) -- yet he still didn’t feel at home. Walsh finally arrived in Manhattan the week of his thirty-first birthday … but was tomorrow as wonderful as he dreamed it would be?
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Thursday, May 24, 2018
Remains of the Day (05/24)
The New York Times: So much to love about this interview with David Sedaris, whose upcoming book will cover the bonds of siblings, the trials and comforts of domesticity, the general confusion of the world, his family’s extremely weird sense of humor and his troubled sister's suicide
The Daily News: Harvey Weinstein set to turn himself in on sex crime charges in New York
UnPresidented (podcast): Sarah Kendzior on how the media enables the Trump kleptocracy
Daily Intel: Self-proclaimed world's best deal-maker made to look like a fool by North Korea -- and now it sounds like he's itching for war
Towleroad: Gay man in ICU after being brutally beaten, burned, left in Amtrak rail yard in what family suspects is a hate crime
BosGuy: This rugby photo the sexiest thing you'll see all month
Boy Culture: In the wake of new allegations about Jeffrey Tambor and now Morgan Freeman, is there any way to acknowledge wrongdoing without completely rejecting a person's overall life and work?
JoeMyGod: Crazy Donald says maybe kneeling football players "shouldn't be in this country"
The Gay Almanac: Today in 1976, "Tales of the City" debuted in the San Francisco Chronicle
Greg in Hollywood: Watch former co-stars Hugh Grant and James Wilby talk about the gay love story "Maurice"
The Randy Report: Season 2 of "Queer Eye" set to premiere June 15 on Netflix
Deep Dish: This couldn't wait for Ass Wednesday
Dlisted: Will Arnett's new film has cut two scenes that may send the wrong message about molestation to kids
Minneapolis Star: She won him and wed him at the Mall of America nearly 20 years ago -- and he died Sunday
OMG Blog: Benedict Cumberbatch's ass stars in "Patrick Melrose"
Back2Stonewall: Democrats introduce bill to amend so-called Religious Freedom Restoration Act to protect LGBT Americans
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Monday, December 26, 2016
'The Santaland Diaires' Comes to Detroit
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Friday, October 14, 2016
A Phone Call With David Sedaris
EVENT DETAILS
An Evening with David Sedaris
When: 8 p.m., Oct. 15
Where: Weinberg Center for the Arts, 20 W. Patrick St., Frederick.
Cost: Between $30 and $40, with a $5 discount for seniors (Ages 62+), students, children, military, Frederick Arts Council members, City of Frederick employees
Info HERE.
Monday, October 21, 2013
A Death in the Sedaris Family
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Company Men
A little underwhelmed by David Sedaris' latest collection of essays? Fear not. He's already started a new one, with a sweet new essay in this week's New Yorker, about his sisters coming to visit in England.
Before we pick up our guests, I remind Hugh that, for the duration of their visit, he and I will be playing the role of a perfect couple …Read HERE.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Summer Reading: Dan Savage, David Rakoff, Bill Clegg and More
A down-on-his-luck reporter sets out to write about a military training facility that has invited tourists to experience war firsthand. But after his girlfriend decides to join him on this madcap daytrip he is forced to unravel a bigger story. This uniquely told narrative—call it truly strange—weaves a fast-paced, humorous and gripping account together with the author’s recollections of writing for newspapers in New York, the Middle East and Washington, falling in love and traveling to places touched by violence. "Fun as Hell" is a captivating ride with sharp turns. What it reveals about war, the media, relationships and our times will shake readers and leave them hungering for more.
Here's a filthy couplet from the Clifford chapters (b. in the 1930's, first cousin to Helen, from the Christmas poem), He loves to draw, gay, moves to SF in the Summer of Love, becomes a minor underground success for his underground comic strip, "The Adventures of Cap'n Cocksure and his sidekick, Throbbin,'" dies of AIDS in 1984): "O, it's true what the song says, my heart's San Francisco's! (Suck on this, dear, while I work out where this goes...)"
American John Horne Burns (1916–1953) led a brief and controversial life, and as a writer, transformed many of his darkest experiences into literature. Burns was born in Massachusetts, graduated from Andover and Harvard, and went on to teach English at the Loomis School, a boarding school for boys in Windsor, Connecticut. During World War II, he was stationed in Africa and Italy, and worked mainly in military intelligence. His first novel, "The Gallery" (1947), based on his wartime experiences, is a critically acclaimed novel and one of the first to unflinchingly depict gay life in the military. "The Gallery" sold half a million copies upon publication, but never again would Burns receive that kind of critical or popular attention.
Heard about "Confessions of a Fairy's Daughter" in Out magazine:
When Alison Wearing was 12, her father came out as gay. Nearly unheard of in 1970s small-town Canada, the revelation changed the course of her and her father’s lives, both captured in Wearing’s funny and moving memoir.I'm in! Get HERE.
And finally, Michael Menzies' "Deeply Superficial: Noel Coward, Marlene Dietrich, and Me" sounds like a hoot:
In this dazzling memoir that also serves as a dual biography of stage and film legends Noël Coward and Marlene Dietrich, film and music executive Michael Menzies chronicles in hilarious detail his life-long obsession with the theater in general and these two international superstars in particular. At age 12, Menzies discovered the autobiography of actor/writer/composer Noël Coward and was consumed by it. Although still only a youth, Menzies identified hugely with Coward—so much so that he came to believe that he must be the star’s love child. But with whom? In a burst of inspiration Menzies worked out that his mother could only be Marlene Dietrich. The author then decides that as soon as he can he will voyage around the world to confront Coward and Dietrich in person and announce himself as their son. Yet even after he finally abandons his plan, Menzies continues his search for them—and their pasts—spending the rest of his life following in their footsteps, traveling to London, Paris, New York, Berlin, Switzerland, and Jamaica.Get HERE.
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