Wonderful weekend with Ron-tastic. We met up on Friday afternoon for dinner at Ping-Pong (I am obsessed with their sesame chicken). Then we realized we’d started our date way too early – it was 9 and we weren’t due to go out until 11:30. Hung out for a while and then went dancing, Richard joined us and then Teddy and Gilbert came in as well. Got to bed around 2. Breakfast at Ann Sather with Brigitte and then we walked around and shopped and then lunch at Einstein’s Bagels and then green tea whilst reading the newspaper and then we went downtown to look at the sale stuff at Banana Republic – we discovered an amazing phenomenon – this was the Sucks-to-Be-Short Sale. They had 32 waist stuff – but nothing in 28 inseam (Ron) or 30 (me) – even one of the sales associates confirmed that – “Yeah, 28 and 30s are the first things to go.” Damn! I tried on a pair of 32 inseam but I don’t want to have to hem my pants. Dinner at Joy’s and then we watched Trick, which I had never seen though had been told numerous times that I am exactly like the Christian Campbell character. I hope I’m not that damned boring and wussy. I’d rather be the studly stripper. >sigh< The scene with the drag queen in the bathroom was amazingly written and delivered in one complete take - great monologue - and the Tori Spelling monologue at the end was very good as well. See - I like a happy ending - if the characters earn it. Characters should have to crawl through shit for the happy ending. But a great movie and very very good sense of comedic timing.
Bush is telling everyone to travel and fly. Right.
Ron always calls out to his roommates when we enter the apartment: ‘Teddy? Dita?‘ I finally asked and dita is Tagalog slang for ‘girl’ or ‘girlfriend’.
Excellent article on eXile:
As Edward Herman has noted, ?One of the most durable features of the U.S. culture is the inability or refusal to recognize U.S. crimes. The media have long been calling for the Japanese and Germans to admit guilt, apologize, and pay reparations. But the idea that this country has committed huge crimes, and that current events such as the World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks may be rooted in responses to those crimes, is close to inadmissible.?
I got my haircut yesterday. Ultra short. It hasn’t been this short in quite awhile. I love it. I feel all Euro and sleek. Aerodynamic.
Phil Donahue kicks Bill O’Reilly’s ass on The O’Reilly Factor:
We want — we don’t want to bomb Afghanistan. Chapter One of the 21st century is the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. That’s chapter one of the world of the 21st century. If we kill more people, if we kill innocents, which we will if we bomb Afghanistan, that’s going to be the second chapter.
O’REILLY: All right. So you don’t buy —
DONAHUE: And we will have more — more young people growing up to imitate…
O’REILLY: All right. I got it.
DONAHUE: … the behavior of those who hit — we’re going to breed more, and we’re going to be Belfast where…
O’REILLY: So you’re…
DONAHUE: … you couldn’t go to a restaurant without going through a metal detector, you can’t park a car unless there’s somebody in the car.
O’REILLY: Got it.
DONAHUE: This is what we’re headed for because Bill O’Reilly and a lot of people, not only in the news — op ed pages, but all of cabledom bomb the…
O’REILLY: I never said — look…
DONAHUE: Bomb them. Bomb them. Bomb them.
Wonderful. Excellent. Courageous. TheOnion makes a comeback with biting commentary and needed comic relief on the past few weeks events.
And for some my home page is one of the top places to go for search requests for ‘bi laden’. Go figure. And everyone is looking for a picture of Bin Laden fucking President Bush. I don’t have one. Time for some promotion (heh heh).
I’m trying to observe a media blackout today. It is hard. My first reaction when I get a spare moment is to log in to CNN.com or Metafilter or Slashdot or Memepool or obsess about Dean‘s life or Jonno‘s or Tart’s. But I try to remind myself how often I use media for distraction – to keep myself numb to the fact that I really don’t like where I’m working and that what I’m doing is pretty goddamned un-important.
Ron and I had dinner at Ping Pong – I’m obsessed with their sesame chicken and then hung out at his place and then went to Sidetrack around 11. It was old tall daddies night and we formed a pact to start a bar for short boys only. One of the cutest things about him is the way he says ‘sorry’ – it’s got a Brit spin on it. That and when he calls himself a spoonhead because he thinks his head is too big for his body. Face it: spoonhead is a funny word and when you put a slight Tagalog accent on it… He started back at United today. He’s a little nervous but eager to get back up in the air. He knows his planes, too. He can look up at the sky at any time and name any plane that you see. Reminds of my sister with submarines. She’s obsessed with long hard cylinders full of sea-men and her boyfriend likes deep dark moist caves. Paging Dr. Freud!
Had lunch with Brigitte and Karen yesterday after I got done with my morning o’ doctor appointments. Karen was threatening to do grand battements if we didn’t get to McDonald’s for ice cream soon. Karen eats ice cream every day. I think that’s hysterical.