left brain

clone wars

On my walk around the ridiculously expensive shopping area of Boston with Matt, I noticed (and knowing me...pointed out) how many gay's look alike.  Like the short cropped marine haircut.  Or the slightly longer but still cropped sides haircut.  Or the faux hawk which I am sorry.. but was out awhile ago.  debatebly before it was even in.  Or the whole punk rock - indie thing.  Or the whole collar's up thing (which is only cool if you have the money, a Porsche, and are wearing Ralph Lauren not American Eagle).  Or the the last lingering Abercrombie boys who so desperately are trying to still be cool since they don't know how to dress... and are now holding on to AF for dear life.  I then start to then think of Star Wars and gay circuit parties.  haha, a confusing combo maybe but I seriously think gay's (and most people actually) start to look like clones sometimes.  And if we are all clones then why can't I have one of Justin? Or more importantly, why can't I have the power of the force?

And while I was looking for these gay party photo's, (which btw I know no one in the picture nor am making fun of them, per se), I became nauscious and hard with looking at this picture of two homo's grabbing their crotches while they romantically kiss.  Which I actually have to admit, sums up the whole scene pretty well.  But then again I am in a bitter cunt mood so.. who knows.  The pic is in the jump, if you make it.  I felt that the pic if I posted it would make my blog look trashier than it usually does.  Make the JUMP !

sun = raisin-like skin

important rule of the day:

summer is approaching (i can tell because it is raining now in Boston, soon it will be hotter than hell and I will still not want to go outside but hey at least the snow is gone!)  and with the nice weather comes the beach.  and ptown, haha.  and since I have spent a lot of time lately pampering myself with lotions and potion products, I have decided with much research and conversations that I am not into sitting on a beach or tanning outside without some serious sunblock on.  it is just bad.  i would much rather be looking like i am 23 when I am 33 than look like a Floridian now while I am 23.  haha.  seriously... everything says the sun is bad for you.  so, listen to them and me and don't bake.  (and especially don't go to a tanning salon, so wrong!)  so even though you want to look like this model, it isn't worth it.  he is brazilian and you are not.  stupid americans.  ;)  and if you want a special bonus for reading my rant.. blow up the picture to the left and you can see more than his white underwear, sweaty body, and the ice cold bottle of water.  haha.

Cool Apple Shots

From this
comes this:

429 Apparel

Sorry.  The LINKS from me to them work now.  Check them out!


A STATE OF BEING.
429® is an apparel and accessories brand that – through its rugged yet understated designs – aims to blur the lines between conventional sexual stereotypes: 'gay' and 'straight'. As the divide among traditional perceptions of sexuality is narrowing, 429® represents a like-minded sensibility for sexuality's more subtle side.  429® caters to the individual who exudes a confident-cool attitude in every facet of his life.

 

The company's name – FOUR TWO NINE LIFE – came from a popular underground cell phone colloquialism: the number '429' spells out the word 'gay' on a telephone touch pad. '429' has become a discreet way of identifying one's sexuality.

Subtle is sexy.

Check out their website for more info and where to buy.
It is definitely hot stuff.  Everyone knows that I won't sell out for anything that I don't believe is worth it and I have to admit that I want these shirts myself so go.... now!

Evil Soccer Tournament

The New York Times > Reuters > North Korea Violence

I thought the idea that N. Korea is playing Iran as one of the choices in the World Cup is just fucking hysterical.  Does Iran play Iraq?  Or any of the other so called Axis's of   Do they sell Pepsi products during the game?  Tshirts with Beckham on the back?

Banksy takes Manhattan

At this point the following blogging is old news however I have been a tad busy to write a big thing about this piece.  Wooster Collective (a hot group of artists) hosted this Bristol, England artpunk by the name of Banksy to create his "pieces" in various NYC museums.  And by this I mean, he walks into the museum with his small piece under his arms, walks into a room he feels fit and hangs it on the wall.  And then walks out.  It takes I am sure a little while for the museum security and/or staff to figure out what has happened but it is a spectacular idea.  (or at least I think so)  These are just some photo's that were captured of this whole moment by Wooster Collective.  That Thomas Crown-like figure is Banksy.

BBC NEWS - F16's

BBC NEWS | South Asia | 'India to consider buying F-16s':

The article should read:  If I buy some F16's, you have to buy some F16's too.  And then we can play war all over again.  Or maybe bring war to another country.  Or better yet, we can sell them to the black market.  Anyways, If I buy some F16's, and you don't buy some I am going to nuke you.  No offense.

Easter weekend

My night excursion for Friday was shared with two of my friends from work, both girls, who wanted to hit up some bars around town.  It was a blast.  After a handful of martini's (Hanger One is my new favorite vodka) and wine (they are in love with Malbec's, funny since I just so happen to love South America myself, haha), one of them (S) proceeded to knock on the outside windows of the funky Vietnamese bar and make the "call me" motion with her hand to a hot, model-worthy boy who just so happened to have a girlfriend.  No drama ensued thankfully other than some good laughs. 

My  night excursion for Saturday was spent at a little local pizza joint and by that I mean a gentrified version of one, with Tom before trekking to the oh-so-not-good gay bar.  Less than two hours later, we left along with Matty and Tim (some new boy that I have been hanging around with who is hysterically funny) to head home at about 12:30 am.  Sucks.

It is now Easter and I am cracked out on a carmel mocha latte from you know where and I have now had my account at NetFlix put on hold because either my mail-carrier or the USPS is stealing my movies!  Like seriously, this is a problem for NetFlix supposedly but I have not receieved 6 movies in the last 3 months. It fucking pisses me off since they think that I am stealing their movies.  The good thing for the day, I got a lightsaber.  (in the xbox game Knights of the Republic II, it has taken me awhile but I finally built one).

All-American

What is the difference between All-American and American men?
Can someone help me?  The Frenchboys I love are trying to help:

The Video from AllAmericanGuys.com.

Netflix, 3-11 to 3-24

Buena Vista Social Club.  It's music is amazing.  The movie not so much.  The bad filming and the shaky camera's didn't do much for me.  I totally have the feeling to go to Cuba but then again I want to go everywhere so I don't think it accomplished much. Ha, and I already have a general idea with what Cuba looks like.  I honestly don't have much more to say.

The House of Sand and Fog.  First, the movie has given me the feeling that I want Muslim friends.  I don't have any and I am feeling the desperate need for some, or at least, one.  My other main thought is that Kingsley was amazing.  He is a superb actor.  And the movie was tragic and incredibly depressing but great.  IMDB sums it up perfectly:

In a tragedy that only the likes of Sophocles or Shakespeare could recreate, the film House of Sand and Fog proves that some dreams really can't be shared. The American dream is shattered for Colonel Behrani and Kathy Nicolo in this movie of devastating beauty. It is a film about the relentless struggle between an Iranian man and a post-alcoholic over a small house near a Californian beach. When Kathy loses her house due to county error, Behrani buys it for the sake of money and self-pride. Their worlds clash when they realize there is no perfect solution to this mistake, ending with a shockingly tragic twist. The acting put forth in this film was nothing less of amazing. Ben Kinglsey, as always, played his role as if he was really in it, really showing us his point of view and displaying his need for the house. Jennifer Connely played her role beautifully as well, showing the inward spiral she was facing and how her depression finally took her over.