Carmen Miranda would love Easter in SF.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
millin' about
Easter Sunday tomorrow. Time to get out the hat forms and accessories.
Carmen Miranda would love Easter in SF.
Carmen Miranda would love Easter in SF.
sunshine on my culture makes me happy
Beautiful day for it.
Last day of the visiting Royal Treasures from the Louvre exhibit. Two pieces struck me in particular. First, an apparently unremarkable platter on stand made with oval inlays of thinly cut tan hard stone. But if you stand in just the right place behind the display case, and are tall enough, the light catches an etching under one of the panels to reveal a carved angel. And it's only visible from just the right spot with the spotlight behind it. I just noticed it while navigating around other patrons and it was a very cool effect. Artist unknown, but listed as "Tazza, circa 1640, Sardonyx, with mouths attributed to François Robertday. I showed the next guest how to see it, who passed it on to the next person and so on, and so for a while it was the most popular artifact in the room. It really the only thing there that did anything.
And second, there was a small and lovely silver carved coffee grinder (1756-1757) with an ivory handle, created for Madame de Pompadour. Whom I have only known as The Girl in the Fireplace.
Just a lovely afternoon for a tour and a glass at the Legion of Honor.
Sipping in the courtyard, and enjoying the view...
...I coined a new drag name: Tipsy Hedren.
Here I am being attacked by birds:
We amuse ourselves so easily.
Such a beautiful day on the Bay.
Capping off the day: a sunset cocktail at the Cliff House, where the charming and well-traveled bartender introduced us to the blood lime. Yum.
And a tasty bourbon, cocoa, orange bitters beverage.
And look! It's Joseph Radcliff:
Daniel's brother.
Last day of the visiting Royal Treasures from the Louvre exhibit. Two pieces struck me in particular. First, an apparently unremarkable platter on stand made with oval inlays of thinly cut tan hard stone. But if you stand in just the right place behind the display case, and are tall enough, the light catches an etching under one of the panels to reveal a carved angel. And it's only visible from just the right spot with the spotlight behind it. I just noticed it while navigating around other patrons and it was a very cool effect. Artist unknown, but listed as "Tazza, circa 1640, Sardonyx, with mouths attributed to François Robertday. I showed the next guest how to see it, who passed it on to the next person and so on, and so for a while it was the most popular artifact in the room. It really the only thing there that did anything.
And second, there was a small and lovely silver carved coffee grinder (1756-1757) with an ivory handle, created for Madame de Pompadour. Whom I have only known as The Girl in the Fireplace.
Just a lovely afternoon for a tour and a glass at the Legion of Honor.
Sipping in the courtyard, and enjoying the view...
...I coined a new drag name: Tipsy Hedren.
Here I am being attacked by birds:
We amuse ourselves so easily.
Such a beautiful day on the Bay.
Capping off the day: a sunset cocktail at the Cliff House, where the charming and well-traveled bartender introduced us to the blood lime. Yum.
And a tasty bourbon, cocoa, orange bitters beverage.
And look! It's Joseph Radcliff:
Daniel's brother.
enjoy your snow
Greetings from San Francisco.
An evening at Ocean Beach to kick off a three-day weekend...
An evening at Ocean Beach to kick off a three-day weekend...
gorp
Seriously. I feel like I'm living in a bag of trail mix because I am surrounded by fruits and nuts.
hey Mister Sister
Andrew and I had a lovely brunch this morning in the Castro,
and the Sisters were out and about in numbers in advance of the Big Day tomorrow.
Watching a gaggle walk by, Andrew asked, "Can a woman be a nun?"
Only in San Francisco is that a valid question.
and the Sisters were out and about in numbers in advance of the Big Day tomorrow.
Watching a gaggle walk by, Andrew asked, "Can a woman be a nun?"
Only in San Francisco is that a valid question.
dog eared
If my niece or sister-in-law were here, you can be sure that their wiener dog and all the rescue puppies would be dressed up for Easter.
picking up furry boys in the bar
Andrew is here for work from Australia and was ready to join us for some happy hour. He totally picked up this furry booze hound.
Okay, not a hound exactly, but loves to lap up the beer.
Okay, not a hound exactly, but loves to lap up the beer.
Friday, March 29, 2013
freshly shorn
A professional bard trim is worth every dollar. Jonathan at Joe's Barbershop is the best!
Nevermind all those bits of hair on my forehead, I'm headed home to shower off...
Nevermind all those bits of hair on my forehead, I'm headed home to shower off...
Thursday, March 28, 2013
I'm leaving Manhattan
and headed to the Bronx.
The Bronx Cocktail is essentially a Perfect Martini with orange juice added. It was ranked number three in "The World's 10 Most Famous Cocktails in 1934",[1] making it a very popular rival to the Martini (#1) and the Manhattan (#2). Today, it remains a popular choice in some markets, and is designated as an Official Cocktail by the International Bartender Association. Like the Manhattan, the Bronx is one of five cocktails named for one of New York City's five boroughs, but is perhaps most closely related to the Queens (cocktail),[2] which substitutes pineapple for the Bronx's orange.
Although I think I'd like mine made with vodka. I'm going to try one each away.
By way of Nick and Nora. With a hat tip and glass clink to Kathryn Wood.
However, I think of this as being in the same family as a sidecar.
That is to say, it's not just for breakfast anymore.
From this discussion
Ms. Wood: "I went through a big Sidecar phase in my mid-20s."
Me: "That will be the throw-away line most quoted by gay men after your biography airs on Lifetime."
The Bronx Cocktail is essentially a Perfect Martini with orange juice added. It was ranked number three in "The World's 10 Most Famous Cocktails in 1934",[1] making it a very popular rival to the Martini (#1) and the Manhattan (#2). Today, it remains a popular choice in some markets, and is designated as an Official Cocktail by the International Bartender Association. Like the Manhattan, the Bronx is one of five cocktails named for one of New York City's five boroughs, but is perhaps most closely related to the Queens (cocktail),[2] which substitutes pineapple for the Bronx's orange.
Although I think I'd like mine made with vodka. I'm going to try one each away.
By way of Nick and Nora. With a hat tip and glass clink to Kathryn Wood.
However, I think of this as being in the same family as a sidecar.
That is to say, it's not just for breakfast anymore.
From this discussion
Ms. Wood: "I went through a big Sidecar phase in my mid-20s."
Me: "That will be the throw-away line most quoted by gay men after your biography airs on Lifetime."
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
supremely dim
Alito's overt bigotry astounding willful ignorance aside, this bothered me too:
Chief Justice John Roberts said “It’s just about the label in this case. If you tell a child that somebody has to be their friend, I suppose you can force the child to say, ‘This is my friend,’ but it changes the definition of what it means to be a friend.”
Um, no. The analogy is false. The two "children" in question ARE friends. You're the one telling them they are not. But they are friends. No one is forcing anyone to call anyone else their friend/spouse. You are not changing the deginintion of "friend," we're asking you to recognize it for what the relationship already truly is.
Dickweed.
And regarding the completely false statement that there is no scientific answer regarding how well children of same-sex parents fare (Mr. Scalia, that's the American Medical Association, The American Psychiatric Association, and the American Academy of Pediatrics on the phone, screaming for you), Maureen Dowd adds:
The social and evidence-based science is in. The jury is not out. Some of the justices, however...
Chief Justice John Roberts said “It’s just about the label in this case. If you tell a child that somebody has to be their friend, I suppose you can force the child to say, ‘This is my friend,’ but it changes the definition of what it means to be a friend.”
Um, no. The analogy is false. The two "children" in question ARE friends. You're the one telling them they are not. But they are friends. No one is forcing anyone to call anyone else their friend/spouse. You are not changing the deginintion of "friend," we're asking you to recognize it for what the relationship already truly is.
Dickweed.
And regarding the completely false statement that there is no scientific answer regarding how well children of same-sex parents fare (Mr. Scalia, that's the American Medical Association, The American Psychiatric Association, and the American Academy of Pediatrics on the phone, screaming for you), Maureen Dowd adds:
Donald Verrilli Jr., the U.S. solicitor general arguing on the side of same-sex marriage, told the justices, “There is a cost to waiting.” He recalled that the argument by opponents of interracial marriage in Loving v. Virginia in 1967 was to delay because “the social science is still uncertain about how biracial children will fare in this world.”
The wisdom of the Warren court is reflected two miles away, where a biracial child is faring pretty well in his second term in the Oval Office.
The social and evidence-based science is in. The jury is not out. Some of the justices, however...
the future is now
Via The Millions, a story of a new wave sci-gi novel written in 1969, which accurately predicted the sate of the world in 2010.
In Stand on Zanzibar, novelist John Brunner predicted such things as the fall of the USSR as the nation's enemy, and the rise of China as our competitor, with war raged not with arms, but economics and technology. He predicted AirTravel and in-flight entertainment, DVRs, school shootings, the rise of terrorism and the destruction of buildings, satellite national news networks, the stigmatization of tobacco smoking and the acceptance of marijuana smoking, gay rights, the decline of "traditional" marriage, the increasing success of black Americans in the midst of continued racial tensions, and even a President named "Obami."
Pretty cool.
In Stand on Zanzibar, novelist John Brunner predicted such things as the fall of the USSR as the nation's enemy, and the rise of China as our competitor, with war raged not with arms, but economics and technology. He predicted AirTravel and in-flight entertainment, DVRs, school shootings, the rise of terrorism and the destruction of buildings, satellite national news networks, the stigmatization of tobacco smoking and the acceptance of marijuana smoking, gay rights, the decline of "traditional" marriage, the increasing success of black Americans in the midst of continued racial tensions, and even a President named "Obami."Pretty cool.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I'd like to go to Morrow
I curled up at the end of the long day today with take-out and season one of The Muppet Show. This is my new old favorite thing. I can't stop playing this.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Photography Show: Every Day Should Be Like This
modern dads
From Rafi D'Angelo's Let's Talk About ___., and via Queerty, comes this awesome bit overheard conversation on the subway.
Two friends and fathers talking on the subway, both "middle-aged white guys with Long Island accents, mustaches, dirty jeans — the type of guys you’d expect to see on a building site:"
Wow. How awesome is it that basic, bullish sort of men are talking about their kids coming out, that they are able to talk about that with others, and that they are NOT going all ape shit on their kids, but actually considering what a happy future for them might look like?
Unimaginable just a generation ago.
Right on.
Two friends and fathers talking on the subway, both "middle-aged white guys with Long Island accents, mustaches, dirty jeans — the type of guys you’d expect to see on a building site:"
Guy #2: No more kids for you two?
Guy #1: No, she figures we’re both getting too old for a baby.
Guy #2: How is your boy anyway? Haven’t seen him in awhile.
Guy #1: Oh John’s good, pitching this year varsity.
Guy #2: He’ll definitely have the girls hanging around him now.
Guy #1: Yeah if he had any time for them.
Guy #2: Focused on baseball?
Guy #1: Focused on boys.
Guy #2: You’re shittin me!
Guy #1: I kid you not. Came out to me and Mary Ann bold as daylight last year.
Guy #2: Well I’ll be damned! I’m not supposed to know it but I overheard Patrick Junior tell his sister he might be gay not two months ago.
Guy #1: We all saw that coming though.
Guy #2: You’re the second person to say that. How’d everybody see it but me?
Guy #1: It was just a feelin Pat. He was always a little soft, ya know?
Guy #2: I guess you’re right. But damn Charlie, we both have gay kids. What do we do now? Both our sons are gay.
Guy #1: We don’t do anything. We let em be gay and if some kid calls em a faggot we go to their house and raise hell with the parents like normal.
Guy #2: Well I guess John and Lucinda won’t be getting together like we thought awhile ago.
Guy #1: Guess not.
**long pause**
Guy #2: Hey Charlie, you thinkin what I’m thinkin?
Guy #1: I was for about half a second then it got weird and I started thinkin about somethin else instead.
Wow. How awesome is it that basic, bullish sort of men are talking about their kids coming out, that they are able to talk about that with others, and that they are NOT going all ape shit on their kids, but actually considering what a happy future for them might look like?
Unimaginable just a generation ago.
Right on.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Out with ACT: Dead Metaphor
It's only running through Sunday, so if you get the chance go see the world premiere of Dead Metaphor at ACT. GREAT show. The staging is beautifully executed, the acting superb, and the story engaging—dark, topical, and funny. Young George Hampe does a superb job with the central character, playing him almost effortlessly, and with enough immersion you can forget at times how much he reminds you of a young Topher Grace.
And honestly, any time you get the opportunity to see René Augesen AND Anthony Fusco on stage together is a real thespian treat! Anthony Fusco does is usual job, which is to say he's a just wonderful, but René really brings a light to her horrible politician and details such as the foot twitch are not lost on the audience. How much would I love to introduce her as this character to her as the character she played in November?
Dead Metaphor, the tale of a young unemployed Gulf wars veteran, a sniper, seeking employment and a place in the world and those who would advantage or take advantage of him while he tries to care for his pregnant fiancé and quickly deteriorating father, is topical, darkly comical, and an absolutely thoroughly good time. It runs through Sunday, March 24. It really gives new meaning to the phrase "job hunt."
If you have time and if it's a nice night get a rooftop cocktail at 620 Jones beforehand. But take our advice: get dinner first. We sort of really enjoyed ourselves during and after the performance. Afterward, we tried the killer diner as recommended by 7x7, but found it a bit meh for all the hype and food porn they display on their website. Kevin, however, appreciated the twisting maze you had to take to find the men's room, which had it's own touch of noir.
And finally, a shout out to the wig shop at the American Conservatory Theater. They are the unsung heroes of this house and always produce excellent work.
Update: The theater is running a special promotion if you order a ticket through March 22: $45 orchestra, $35 mezzanine, use code CANDIDATE online or call 415-749-2228. Show must close Sunday, March 24.
And honestly, any time you get the opportunity to see René Augesen AND Anthony Fusco on stage together is a real thespian treat! Anthony Fusco does is usual job, which is to say he's a just wonderful, but René really brings a light to her horrible politician and details such as the foot twitch are not lost on the audience. How much would I love to introduce her as this character to her as the character she played in November?
Dead Metaphor, the tale of a young unemployed Gulf wars veteran, a sniper, seeking employment and a place in the world and those who would advantage or take advantage of him while he tries to care for his pregnant fiancé and quickly deteriorating father, is topical, darkly comical, and an absolutely thoroughly good time. It runs through Sunday, March 24. It really gives new meaning to the phrase "job hunt."
If you have time and if it's a nice night get a rooftop cocktail at 620 Jones beforehand. But take our advice: get dinner first. We sort of really enjoyed ourselves during and after the performance. Afterward, we tried the killer diner as recommended by 7x7, but found it a bit meh for all the hype and food porn they display on their website. Kevin, however, appreciated the twisting maze you had to take to find the men's room, which had it's own touch of noir.
And finally, a shout out to the wig shop at the American Conservatory Theater. They are the unsung heroes of this house and always produce excellent work.
Update: The theater is running a special promotion if you order a ticket through March 22: $45 orchestra, $35 mezzanine, use code CANDIDATE online or call 415-749-2228. Show must close Sunday, March 24.
I got your picnic basket right here
Kevin introduced me to the completely hidden gem that is 620 Jones, or just "Jones" to be precise. Sure, it's a little douchey, but it has an enormous outdoor area and will be an awesome downtown spot when the weather is good, and great for a pre-show cocktail.
The best bartender there is little Boo Boo, which was fun as my nickname is sometimes Yogi. (As I am smarter than the average bear.)
I gave her one of my cards which said as much. She's thinking about having cards made that just feature a kid's band-aid. Get it?
Jones is cool, but the price point is what you'd expect for a high-end bar near Union Square. Be forewarned that it's cash only, unless you download a "pay your bar tab from your phone" app.
The super-large deck area is perfect for warmish summer nights.
The best bartender there is little Boo Boo, which was fun as my nickname is sometimes Yogi. (As I am smarter than the average bear.)
I gave her one of my cards which said as much. She's thinking about having cards made that just feature a kid's band-aid. Get it?
Jones is cool, but the price point is what you'd expect for a high-end bar near Union Square. Be forewarned that it's cash only, unless you download a "pay your bar tab from your phone" app.
The super-large deck area is perfect for warmish summer nights.
rabbit season! duck season! softball season!
Sunday morning was a brilliant day for a softball game. Parking in the Marina near Moscone Field on a warm spring Sunday, however: nightmare. The morning lineup of friends' games were three in a row out by the Bay: Storm D, Pups D, and Storm C. It took me only 15 minutes to get out there, but over 30 to park. I would have missed half of the first game if the opposing team had not forfeited. It was nice to coffee klatch with the boys for the first hour.
And the rest of the players got their Prashant patches. It was a good day to remember and celebrate too.
Dew, the marketing mind behind the successful fan-rousing for the Pups and then the Storm, is taking a season off. Glenda remains official score-keeper/manager.
And back from an envious work stint in London and travel across the continent, Sudsy has returned to SF and Pups D.
The Storm D had to split up as they won the SF season last year, and both teams went to the Gay Softball League World Series in Minneapolis last year. Apparently transplanted to SF with his partner, was a Blue (umpire) they had met at the World Series, and over which both teams were droolingly distracted. I must admit: yeah.
The bat check was particularly erotic for the fans, which amused the heck out of me.
It was a ridiculously perfect day for a day of softball in the park.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Gay softball is just much more fun than straight softball. Niece Ellen was stuck in traffic trying to get from LA to Santa Barbara, and having to detour around the LA Marathon to join the rest of the family on spring break at Alisal. There was much texting. I sent her this pic, which I think sort of sums up why gay softball is awesome. She posted it to her tumblr, and it's been shared and shared again from there.
Just one more reason why gay softball is much more fun:
And the rest of the players got their Prashant patches. It was a good day to remember and celebrate too.
Dew, the marketing mind behind the successful fan-rousing for the Pups and then the Storm, is taking a season off. Glenda remains official score-keeper/manager.
And back from an envious work stint in London and travel across the continent, Sudsy has returned to SF and Pups D.
The Storm D had to split up as they won the SF season last year, and both teams went to the Gay Softball League World Series in Minneapolis last year. Apparently transplanted to SF with his partner, was a Blue (umpire) they had met at the World Series, and over which both teams were droolingly distracted. I must admit: yeah.
The bat check was particularly erotic for the fans, which amused the heck out of me.
It was a ridiculously perfect day for a day of softball in the park.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Gay softball is just much more fun than straight softball. Niece Ellen was stuck in traffic trying to get from LA to Santa Barbara, and having to detour around the LA Marathon to join the rest of the family on spring break at Alisal. There was much texting. I sent her this pic, which I think sort of sums up why gay softball is awesome. She posted it to her tumblr, and it's been shared and shared again from there.
Just one more reason why gay softball is much more fun:
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