It contains so much nudity that the sexy parts are when the girls put on their clothes. It contains no true eroticism, however, and that's why I think it reflects a grounding in sexual fantasy: Eroticism requires a mental connection between two people, while masturbation requires only the other person's image.
Another reason I love Ebert!
The man is freakin brilliant, even (especially) when describing a low-rent, big-budget, would-be yankfest such as Showgirls. Adam and I saw this beaut tonight at Peaches Christ's Midnight Mass. While there, we also celebrated the Fourth of July while watching a tranny pull an American flag out her ...
And to all, a good night.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
Hot child(ren) in the city
We ran into some crazy stuff today both in and outside of San Francisco. First, a bomb scare blocked us from getting back from the beach to the Mission. Then we waited for nearly a half hour to eat some good Indian food at Dosa, which was ultimately worth the wait because the food there kicks ass.
Then, while having coffee at Ritual, a bit of local street color poked his head in to tell us he didn't want our money, he wanted our identity. And then, walking back to 16th Street BART, we came across a circle of lit candles in paper bags, and within them, poets, musicians, and other stripes of artist. Turns out this has been going on every Thursday night for three years. Who knew? It really felt like what San Francisco should be -- a foggy night in an urban setting, all these crazy types coming together to perform. And most of the performances were far better than your typical open mic. Lots of polyamory happening too, which made for fun watching and an interesting conversation on the BART ride home.
Then we had just reached our place when we ran into the cigarette-seeking, Razor-scooter riding women. They'd already hit a cop up for some smokes and decided to try their luck with us. Sorry, ladies. Not tonight.
Then, while having coffee at Ritual, a bit of local street color poked his head in to tell us he didn't want our money, he wanted our identity. And then, walking back to 16th Street BART, we came across a circle of lit candles in paper bags, and within them, poets, musicians, and other stripes of artist. Turns out this has been going on every Thursday night for three years. Who knew? It really felt like what San Francisco should be -- a foggy night in an urban setting, all these crazy types coming together to perform. And most of the performances were far better than your typical open mic. Lots of polyamory happening too, which made for fun watching and an interesting conversation on the BART ride home.
Then we had just reached our place when we ran into the cigarette-seeking, Razor-scooter riding women. They'd already hit a cop up for some smokes and decided to try their luck with us. Sorry, ladies. Not tonight.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Just finished reading Augusten Burroughs' A Wolf At the Table. Searing. I really couldn't read too much at one time. I was discussing it with Adam today, just how intense it was, and he said: "Some lives really don't have balance."
Really, the only way Burroughs could've improved his book is by copping to that -- saying, hey, my family really was that fucked-up, there weren't many light moments. The book really does get more and more grisly.
There is redemption in the end, though. I'm hoping the same for my own project. We all hope for it for ourselves.
Really, the only way Burroughs could've improved his book is by copping to that -- saying, hey, my family really was that fucked-up, there weren't many light moments. The book really does get more and more grisly.
There is redemption in the end, though. I'm hoping the same for my own project. We all hope for it for ourselves.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Jesus Gets an Office Job
Adam and I were discussing this over email a year and a half ago. I just found it. This is what we came up with:
ME: Jesus Gets An Office Job. Discuss.
ADAM: Turns Folgers coffee into Blue Bottle.
ME: Turns KOIT into house music.
ADAM: Walks on TPS reports without his feet getting dirty.
ME: Arranges lunchroom tables so they always seat 13.
ADAM: Returns from unemployment after three days.
ME: Gets worker's comp for that gaping hole in his side.
ADAM: Wears a crown of that paper that can give you a really nasty paper cut.
ME: Betrayed by cube-mate.
ADAM: Of course, he's the son of the Big Boss.
ME: Winces when the frat guys talk about getting nailed.
ADAM: Never has to work on his birthday.
ME: He's in finance.
ADAM: Saves on the lighting bill by working off the glow from his halo.
ME: Considered rude because he refers to everyone as "my child."
ADAM: Fed an entire all-employee meeting with one baguette.
ME: Hates Mel Gibson movies.
ADAM: Always gets reminded to turn the volume down on the angels chanting.
ME: Doesn't take "yo mama" jokes well.
ME: Jesus Gets An Office Job. Discuss.
ADAM: Turns Folgers coffee into Blue Bottle.
ME: Turns KOIT into house music.
ADAM: Walks on TPS reports without his feet getting dirty.
ME: Arranges lunchroom tables so they always seat 13.
ADAM: Returns from unemployment after three days.
ME: Gets worker's comp for that gaping hole in his side.
ADAM: Wears a crown of that paper that can give you a really nasty paper cut.
ME: Betrayed by cube-mate.
ADAM: Of course, he's the son of the Big Boss.
ME: Winces when the frat guys talk about getting nailed.
ADAM: Never has to work on his birthday.
ME: He's in finance.
ADAM: Saves on the lighting bill by working off the glow from his halo.
ME: Considered rude because he refers to everyone as "my child."
ADAM: Fed an entire all-employee meeting with one baguette.
ME: Hates Mel Gibson movies.
ADAM: Always gets reminded to turn the volume down on the angels chanting.
ME: Doesn't take "yo mama" jokes well.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Maybe the email bounced?
ME: God just emailed me and told me I'm pregnant with twins.
ADAM: Did God also email you the directions to Planned Parenthood?
ADAM: Did God also email you the directions to Planned Parenthood?
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