Category: Happy

“he told me he’d removed the condom!”


I’ve wanted to point to MarkAllenCam.com for some time, but didn’t know where to begin, or to end, a post which would do it justice. Still don’t, so I’ll be very brief.
I first saw Mark Allen in the heyday of ACT UP, noticed he was way cute, serious about activism, and even gay (not everyone was!) but I guess there’s always been much more, not least an infectious playfullness, and a creative aesthetic beyond what he gives us to look at. You’ll find a lot of it his site.
It’s good to be cute, smart, creative and nice – also brave, clean and definitely irreverent.

bad parents?


In the wild, and I think in “conventional” households as well, Parakeets are expected to wake with the sun and retire as it gets dark. But our Sweet Pea (don’t ask!) is a New York bird.
We may not usually be out late, but we eat late and are always late to bed. That means late to rise, and over the months since he flew through our window the bright-green winged one has accomodated himself to our schedule.
Yesterday I pointed out to Barry that the little guy never starts singing back to the birds in the garden, ignoring their early hours and their amazing volume, until we finally shuffle into the breakfast room where he sleeps. Even then he shows that he’s no more a morning type than we are. He takes his time about jumping about or entering into any conversations.
And then at the end of the day he’s usually ready to stay up chirping and playing with his imaginary friend in the cage mirror (also something like ourselves) until we turn the lights out, sometimes well after 2 in the morning, although I have to admit that eventually he stares at us from his perch with a sad look that seems to say, “can’t we go to sleep yet?”
“We’ve made him nocturnal!”, Barry replied to my bird-watching observations, but in a tone which sounded like real guilt.
Are we bad parents? Probably not. Sweet Pea seems at least as cheerful as we are, which is to say pretty to very, and that should count for something.
Chirp!

Reza half-way?

Reza is in Arkansas. Barry’s first, startling, half-serious reaction to the news: “I hope they don’t kill him.” Mr. B is from Arkansas, and having escaped only 15 years ago, he may have good reason to imagine the worst.
The message from Dave Hyslop, who is following him across the country:

Am siting in a little internet cafe in Fort Smith, AR with Reza. He ran into Fort Smith this evening. This makes five states he’s completed with Arkansas up next.
Hope to be in Little Rock by the morning of July 5th. A cousin of mine lives in Little Rock so we may drive in to see her the night of the 4th and attend a fireworks party…not sure yet.

Reza in Little Rock on the 4th of July. Now that sounds like a party worth a trip!

they care enough to bomb the very best*

How are we supposed to register this acount of today’s rather sensationalist domestic terrorism story?

The bad news is that terrorists were plotting to blow up the Brooklyn Bridge.
But the good news — at least according to Mayor Michael Bloomberg — is that they cared enough about New York to target it.
“I guess in a perverse way should be pleased,” Bloomberg said Thursday. “We are the target because it is the world’s second home. We are the target because it’s the place where everybody wants to come. Because we give opportunities other people find threatening. … That’s the good news in a bad news scenario.”

Feel better?
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* with apologies to Hallmark

“he vaguely looks like Robbie Williams”

I expect Bloggy will be seeing an increase in traffic in the near future. The very hot and very sweet Glenn thanks him for help in setting up his new site:

Barry recommended my server, helped me get everything running, and has the added attraction of being a stone’s throw from a Krispy Kreme. Plus he vaguely looks like Robbie Williams.