The bar at The National Hotel. That's me in the denim shirt.
Originally, I thought this trip to
He did get to meet my family.
I can’t even begin to tell y’all about my family. Sufficed to say, it is eccentric. Like, I’m one of the normal ones, and I bark at UPS trucks and punch people for offering me a “slice of melon”. But, odd as they are, they’re also loving. Corey did just fine.
Well, well – Look who’s come sauntering in like everything’s normal. If it isn’t little ol’ me. I think I can just waltz back in here after having been missing for days and expect you to just read my blog as though nothing’s happened? Is that it?
Well, I have another thing coming. You’re not some screensaver I can leave on, perpetually cycling a kaleidoscope of flying toasters while I go out and have a life! This is unacceptable! I mean, am I a blogger or not?
You want the truth? Is that it? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH.
Actually, you can, but I love that line. YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH. It’s so over-the-top. I’m totally going to say it to my future kids whenever possible.
Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City has been capturing the vast majority of my attention this past week. Even though it was on KQED in the early 90s I have never seen it before.
I recently was eating with some friends at Zazie and the they immediately noticed Armistead himself enjoying his brunch on the scenic patio with none other than Judd from the Real World San Francisco. You gotta love this city, right? Jesus.
Armistead apparently does, cause he's written a bunch of books all about it and its various inhabitants. They made this miniseries based on the books. I love it! It is just chock full of one scandal after another. It's kinda like a 70s SF and with both gay and straight main characters version of Melrose Place....or maybe I just think that cause everyone is pretty good looking and they mostly live in the same building complex on Barbary Lane. Oh yeah -- there's tons of drug use in every episode. This must have been "cutting edge" when it was on, with all the drugs and the bare butts and boobs and gay lifestyles....No wonder it was on PBS. Whatever, I love the interconnectedness of all the characters and how parts of each person's story unfold slowly and tantalizingly.
Are you an amateur or a professional?
“The amateur is the kind of a guy who draws a 9 to 5 line around his job … makes his own little box that he never gets out of … the professional doesn’t put on his cloak of excellence only at certain times … he wears it all the time” - Dr. G. Herbert True
“Over 2500 power-packed visual-verbal extravaganzas with slides, magic, music and wit.”
A self help seven inch record! On Idea Records (1966), and if this doesn’t help enough, you can always look for his full length album, “Are You A Prisoner?”