the heath
after a few weeks of absentminded drunken revelry with the gang, i organized a nice, little, mostly-sober sunday afternoon romp in the heath. hampstead heath is one of the most pleasant parks in all of london, and offers spectacular, san francisco-style views of the city. in addition, it had been a long time since the four of us had spent any quality, non-pub, non-club time together since manchester.
now that summer is very rapdily zooming south of the equator, i’m starting to feel a bit of calm, a bit of purpose. i’ve been staying in a bit more, catching up with friends and acquaintences that i’d be avoiding, and starting to formulate some plans for the next 6 months. [insert clichéd changing-of-seasons reference here].
work is the curse of the drinking classes.
-oscar wilde
michael moore is just a brilliant, brilliant man. he wraps his forward-looking political views with sarcasm and humor that have caused the masses to flock to his best-selling books [stupid white men] and his documentaries [roger & me].
i visit his website often to see the true state of affairs in the US. and, i can’t wait to see his latest documentary, bowling for columbine, which shocked cannes and is in cinemas next month. check out the trailer! :???:
jonny moirée just released a new track this morning, entitled sum autumn slummin.
i had a strange dream last night. i dreamt that my good friend moby and i were hanging out in his giant tour bus, somewhere in oregon. for some reason, he had a few days off, and his tour bus was stopped in the middle of this field for a few days, in the middle of nowhere in the pacific northwest.
so, we were just kinda hanging out, late one night, just the two of us in this big room. we were sitting at a table, each clicking away on our laptops, like old friends. he would excitedly ask me if i wanted to hear his new song. a few minutes later, he’d sneak up on me and ask me, “whatchya doin’?” some more time passed, and then he told me he was bored, and did i wanna order pizza or something. it was very familiar.
we hung out some more, and just as we were getting ready to go to sleep in his giant bed, i woke up.
i turned on my computer, and composed the above track. i’d classify it as latin speed-lounge. just imagine walking along a path in your favorite big-city park, on that one pivotal day between summer and autumn. the leaves are starting to change, the air’s getting a bit cooler, and there are grey hints of winter contrasting with the summer sunset. the vibraphone sounds the best when played loud or via headphones. :smile:
in 1891, a man known only as o homo bared his soul, and everything else, in the old mining town of tucson, arizona. naked, cute and sassy.
i’ve been a good boy this week, so i prettied myself up and decided to check out some thursday night action at atelier as i had a few weeks prior. met up with mark, where we [tentatively] celebrated his new job with dinner at pizza express, where we both know the menu by heart. our waitress was courtney cox [-arquette], and we spent most of the meal psychoanalyzing our [often mutual] victims. why does that one boy incessantly call me? why does that other boy wear briefs? why does whats-his-face fancy mark but not me?
after dinner, we fetched smiley mel and his two cohorts, fresh-faced i-don’t-know-i’m-being-set-up irish steve, and some theatrical gal who was sweet but entirely too quiet for tone-deaf soho. we popped into the friendly society for some drinkeys.
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hooman pointed me to the commercial closet which is a very thorough and sweet website devoted to gay/sexuality-friendly advertising.
blah blah blah fight for equality blah blah blah mainstream acceptance blah blah blah liberal media blah blah
all i gotta say is check out the hot skateboarders!
i think i’ve just invented the gayest drink ever:
1 part diet dr. pepper
1 part smirnoff ice
add vodka to taste
it’s got quite a bit of caffeine, quite a bit of alcohol, a cherry kick and a lemon zing.
is there a better name for this than dr. smirnoff? can you think of a gayer cocktail?
p.s. i’m only drinking at home in the afternoon because i ran out of other beverages. it has nothing to do with my realization that i still haven’t done last year’s US or UK taxes. :???:
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The loud little handful – as usual – will shout for the war. The pulpit will – warily and cautiously – object… at first. The great, big, dull bulk of the nation will rub its sleepy eyes and try to make out why there should be a war, and will say, earnestly and indignantly, “It is unjust and dishonorable, and there is no necessity for it.”
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