fight the smears

just making sure this gets as much coverage as it can get.

if you care, drop a link to this on your blog to up it's google ranking.

if you haven't seen it yet, this is worth a watch.

also, a handy chart on taxes under each candidate.

So fucking sad about tim russert. 

getting out of the kitchen

this heat is madness.

not because i can't handle heat (though i can't) but because it just
sprang up so damn fast.

i need to ease into near 100 degree temps...not get shoved into them.
but as it is, the heat does screw with my body. i throw up food that i
eat. i'm supposed to be having my period now but it just decided not
to show up. (this may sound like a good thing, but it's not. i pay
good money for the pill to keep things regular and now i'll probably
spot at an inconvenient time, in an inconvenient outfit, in a week or
so. that is absolutely too much information, but it's true.)

i spent a day out with the gays in the pines and had a fantastic time
taking it easy with bbq and strolls along the ocean. because i prefer
to be a day guest, i hopped it back into the city and was here to
suffer the day sunday. i don't think i've ever sweat so much in my
life. it was disgusting. and it left us all dehydrated to the point of
hallucination. which sounds fun, but it's not.

i did go out with the boss of the guy who was a jerk in the hamptons.
he LOVED me, at which point i thought it would be prudent to mention
to him that his employee was an ASS to us. "i'm going to have a talk
with him about this!" whether or not it's true, i was happy at the
thought of his boss coming into work and yelling at him for being an
absolute slob.

yes we can!

i heart barack obama. what a hell of a race. i want to thank my dear friend jesse for jumping on the bandwagon with me (his cousin, someone hired by the obama campaign for a bit, dragged him there with me). i'm happy that i don't have to have any "i told you so" awkward "i'm telling you i'm sorry that she lost but i'm not at all sorry, acutally" moments with him. also, now i can still rock my "barack the vote" shirt with pride. now if only someone would pass a note to hillary in homeroom to let her know she didn't win...

i've been busy. not sure who the hell reads this thing anymore and i haven't checked up on my statcounter in months. but as soon as it gets warm, concerts come up, galas happen, events sprout up all over the place.

i lost a roommate to her boyfriend's place in queens, found another who is a friend of a friend and avoided all the craigs psychos (thank the lord). have been cleaning and organizing my apt which, i hate to admit, was a near disaster. i'd submitted myself for a few TLC shows, the ones where they come in and organize for you, and then realized how annoyingly lazy i was being and just sucked that shit up and did it myself. bought a few more stackable bookcases and have found a place for most of my stuff (which meant paying cassandra $15 bucks a month to put a clothes rack in her totally empty/minimalist room though i did buy a pretty japanese folding screen to cover it up).

i saw a jerry robbins night with new york city ballet. those people need to get their shit together. their posters are ugly, their houses are half empty. ballet is stuffy and boring as it is, they need to be going above and beyond to make it exciting and, right now, it seems like they just don't care. they should be taking notes by the people at the met opera who are doing a lot of fantastic stuff with a medium that also doesn't appeal widely to people without some extra bang.

i also saw ailey's opening night at BAM. i freaking love alvin ailey. that is all. they're fun, and sexy, the crowds are diverse. and they travel! if they come to your town, please go see them, you really won't regret it.

overheard at dinner

"dude, we just finished dinner and now were going to go home and watch
the final season of sex and the city."

"tell him why!" says the girlfriend as she give me a sideways smirk.

"well, I want to prepare to see the movie."

And with that, his penis got up and walked out with his balls packed
in suitcases

so sad

from patricia marx's item in last weeks talk of the town on michael
seidenberg selling books:

"once, a couple stopped," he recalled. "and the man asked his
girlfriend, 'do you want a book? she said, 'no, i already have a
book.' "