left brain

the return

I will transfer my Buenos Aires journal to my blog within the next day or two but I have already gotten half of my photo's online.  Their are probably more to come but I am not sure.  I think you can get the idea. Check them out !

Iguazu

Iguazu Falls on the border of Brazil and Argentina.

And like all fairy tale endings until God sends you to the fiery pits of hell

Go Fly Your Flesh Rocket Into Chocolate Land. 
Haha.. Drawn Together is hysterical!   Like roll on the floor laught out loud on how obnoxiously cruel it is.  Gay Xandir (who just so convienently looks like Zelda) is awesome.
So, yes.. read on.  Then watch it.  It is on Comedy Central and I am so in love.

Captain Hero- An overmuscled, womanizing superhero (as if you couldn't tell from the name) who strongly resembles Superman, Captain Hero is known for his super-strength, super-drinking, and super-sex drive. He fills the role of the egotistical lothario.

Princess Clara- A naive fairy-tale princess right out of a Disney movie, Clara is prone to expressing herself in song and offending people with her ignorance. She fills the role of the sheltered rich girl.

Toot Braunstein- A chubby, washed-up "Betty Boop" wannabe, black-and-white 1920s has-been Toot is jealous of the attention her thinner, more modern counterparts get, and as a result has grown bitter and borderline suicidal. She fills the role of the angry, manipulative bitch.

Foxxy Love- A blaxploitation version of the title character from Josie and the Pussycats, Foxxy is sassy, brassy, and probably bisexual, at the least. She sure seems to have a thing for Princess Clara, and despite being provoked by Clara's unconcious racism and general naivete, seems to consider her a good friend. She fills the role of the token angry black person.

Spanky Ham- Ripped right out of an Internet cartoon along the lines of Retarded Animal Babies, this petulant pig will do anything for a laugh... as long as it's gross and disgusting. He fills the role of the obnoxious party animal.

Ling-Ling- Obviously inspired by the anime Pokemon, this manic, sometimes psychotic, Pikachu look-alike speaks in incomprehensible, pseudo-Japanese gibberish, and resents being treated as the household pet. He/she/it fills the role of the hot-headed loner.

Wooldoor Sockbat- Whatever he is, this banana-yellow analogue to modern kids' cartoon starts like Spongebob Squarepants can usually be found doing something strange in an attempt (usually unsuccessful) to impress his roommates. He fills the role of the attention-starved weirdo.

Xandir- A pretty-boy fantasy video-game hero who's hardly heroic, he's usually rambling about how he's on "a never-ending quest" to rescue his girlfriend. In other words, he's whipped like a pack mule. This changes somewhat after Xandir comes to terms with his sexuality in Episode 3: now he's on a neverending quest to save his BOYfriend. Resembling an effeminate version of Legend of Zelda's Link, he fills the role of the sensitive male who turns out to be a closeted homosexual.

CNN is 25. Shit, I am getting old.

My thoughts on some random things:

First, I am bummed with the crap things Apple released.  Why on earth would you randomly want your (only 100 or so) songs randomly "shuffled" and played like that?  I am sorry but their selling motto, "Give Chance a Chance" sounds ridiculous.  It is like listening to the radio all over again.  Who does that?  Eh, I was sooo hoping for a Bluetooth ipod.  Oh well.  And the miniMac, ehh.. not in love.  It seems like a good idea if you NEED a cheap hard drive but who does?

Second, we have stopped looking for the WMD.  Which seems surprising to me since I thought we gave up on that idea about a year or so ago?   We were still waiting money on trying to find them? 

Third, Thank GOD for Howard Dean deciding to run for the DNC chair.  I think he only has a little chance but I have some faith (not much) that the Democrats will see him as their new leader.   Since I (and Vermont) see him as a saviour. 

I am now going to finish packing my bags and wishing I had a bigger suitcase.  Oh well, I will buy new clothing there.  Or fuck it, I might just stay.

the new painting:

The painting that begins my painting career anew. The beginning of a series of five paintings based on the ideas of friendships and their meaning on life.  And how greatly important they are to gay men, especially.  Notice how everything radiates from the boy.  It is currently untitled.  This piece is 27 x 27 inches and will be posted in the art section of my blog shortly.  It was given as a birthday gift to Mike.  Happy Birthday cupcake!  ;)

Go Gay Guttentag!

First, after reading the NYTimes this weekend.  I can fully and sheepishly declare (however, there is some excitement in this) that I have slept with a very young New York Times writer.  Hooray !

Second, this German boy reminds me how I never called back my own Hendrick  (like, Jimmy as he said it to me).  He won the Best Gay.com Profile/Contest/Hottest Boy in Germany.  Aww.  I thought you would need further temptation to go to that website where his profile is listed so I am posting some pics.  Thanks frenchBenj !

I am in love with the very California band Switchfoot. 

Downward Facing Dog

Last night I started one of my New Years resolutions and I fell in love with it.  Until this morning when my entire body ached like I was hit by a bus, but as I have learned in life, this feeling is good.  Toned lean body.. here I come!  So, yes, back to what I did.  I went to Baptiste Power Yoga which is a combination of a few types of yoga (created by Baptiste but incorporating Ashtanga, etc etc) done in a room that is about 90 something degree's, wearing almost nothing, and drinking about as much water as you can.  Yes, I seriously did this position correctly for about 30seconds.

Baptiste Vinyasa Yoga is the ultimate journey for those who want to tap their physical and spiritual power.

Using the time-honored wisdom of yoga, this practice is a dynamic combination of strength, sweat and spirituality. Baptiste Vinyasa Yoga detoxifies, heals, and electrifies. This accessible, challenging and flowing form of yoga will lead you to a state of transformation -- it will sculpt, tone and hone the muscles of your body and your mind.

It was fabulously fantastic.  It was an incredible workout but it was also surprisingly spiritual.  I have never sweated as much as I did last night in my entire life.  Yet, it was great.   There is definitely something sexually appealing (quite literally, it was "hot") about being covered in an unbelievable amount of sweat, doing yoga, and wearing almost nothing.  The best moment was when we sat in the "Buddha-like" pose and "ohmmeddddd" making the room vibrate as we "learned"to control our breath.  The most hysterical moment came when we were on our backs holding our legs behind our heads as Mike and I looked at each other and laughed hysterically.   I am not sure the name of this pose other than "homo-bottom"

Honestly speaking... I hope to find my center (very Carrie'esq), tone my body, and find a boyfriend or some new friends.

model shoot:

I know that this isn't brand spanking new but I recently found it all over again and thought to myself how special some things are in life.   Aww.   I also figured that I talk about these boys a lot so you should possibly have some idea of what they look like.  I myself am second from the right.

Goooaaall !

It all began with our busted waiter at Chili's.  The frightened boy who refused to come closer than 5 feet to our table.  When we were asked "Is everything okay?"  It was from a distance of about 5 feet away.  At one point it looked like our waiter was hiding behind the pole that was near us, popping his head out and hiding it again all the time as he shouted from this distant land, "Is everything great?"  One word:  Pathetic.  Once we got over the fact that our waiter had some serious issue, the three of us (Mike, Greg and I) moved onto heavily cruising the California-haired, scruffy, nice bicep, beautiful boy behind us.  Or at least I did.  And I think he noticed, too.  Not that that frightens me but supposedly I was being a bit too noticeable with the drool flowing out of my mouth.  Oh well, I was drinking a continously renewing margarita so what do you want?

We then headed to our first bar for the night.  Many blocks down the frigid streets of Boston (it snowed twice this week) to a place called Flash's where unfortunately we ran into someone two of us knew.  (Gag).  After my "Feisty Princess" Brazilian drink that made me feel heat in my pants, we discussed the important things of life.  Like, why the two paintings hanging near us looked a lot like a very hung piece of male flesh instead of a sunflower.  (I seriously hope the artist was going for it).  Our trip to the ATM left me saying to Mike that he would make my blog once again.  And he bitched, of course, but oh well.  He checked himself out in the little mirror on the ATM.  Like, the one which has the video camera behind it for security.  Haha, Greg and I died laughing.   Sorry but I just had to say this.  haha

Second bar.  The gay one.  Though, it is far from thee "one."  But, oh well.  It's been about 5 months since I have stepped foot into this place and I have to say that I managed to deal with it most of the night.  Of course being me, I make some obnoxiously rude comment (I swear I am NICE!) about people in the coatcheck line.  And it turns out that everyone in line seemed to have heard me.  Haha.  Some more drinks ending with Heineken and well.. I met a boy who I have blown off for about 6 months who I have been talking to online (no idea why I have but he turned out to be super nice and cute, damn).  We also walked around the room filled to the brim with flaming homo's, people who still believe AF is in style and are so decked out in it that it's like a black hole for the rest of the room, some unbelievably gigantic men, and our hysterical Home Depot butch lesbian.   Who as she is talking to us made Mike and Greg feel her breasts which she says get somewhere 5 minutes before her.  Lol.  I don't touch breasts so of course being the good little Catholic Italian boy, I refuse.  Shen proceeds to tell  us that she is using these two massive things hanging off of her for Tsunami Relief.  Lol.  We rolled on the floor but as I am writing this now it doesn't seem to be as funny.  And then there was another blast from the past which should have stayed in the past.  This kid actually said, "So I was cooking penne and linguine and bowties and I touched the pan.. and it burnt my hand.  I burnt my hand on pot.  Who would have known!?"  I am seriously not joking.  This is after he attempted to make jokes ironically to make me understand him a little more.  For the rest of the night (we quickly got over the idea that we weren't going to get lucky or find our next boyfriends in this room) we just hung onto our drinks and screamed "Viva Brazil, GOOOOOAALLLLLLL"  for my upcoming trip to Buones Aires.  Which, hysterically is not even in Brazil, but oh well, did I say we were drinking?

Pitt and Angelina, anyone?

The idea of this movie sounds a lil corny but these two together is like a wet dream.
Check it out:  Mr and Mrs Smith