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O My Matador

Thanks to Casual in Istanbul for finding this hot pic of a matador from Madrid who had quite a run in with a bull.  Thankfully for the telephoto camera's to catch the result.

Ghoulish weekend

This weekend was eventful.  It was somewhat laid back and fun yet somewhat exhausting and overly busy.  I love Friday afternoons.  Especially at like 4 pm when everything just seems to not matter as much.  Work somewhat becomes lame and pointless and the excitement of the ever present weekend is basically upon you.  Ahhh.. it is such a lovely feeling.  So, anyways, my fun really doesn't begin until Saturday afternoon (once my lil sister left) when I started cooking for my big Halloween dinner which was planned for Sunday night.  I slaved over the stove making Cream of Garlic soup and "Brain" cupcakes both of which came out deliciously.  Once I was done slaving though, and Tom was done chatting online, we headed to the annual HRC dinner which took place at the Westin.  It was a little repetitive, especially on the thanking of every single politician (like they need the warm regards), community leader, and State House janitor.  Thankfully there was this hysterical Texan comedian woman who made the politics almost seem bareable. 

A bunch of us headed home to quickly change into costume and head to the annual gay Halloween party (missing out, due to timing, on the one that had the PussyCat Dolls playing at it) in the South End which was jam packed full of hot boys in festive costumes.  My favorite had to be an inbetween Superman, meaning he was dressed mostly as Clark Kent but Superman was poking out from his unbuttoned shirt.  It was great, as was the Avian Flu and Hurrican Katrina costumes.  I went as a Brazilian soccer player (I went spray tanning which I love and will do a lot now and stuffed package and all), Tom as a cowboy, my friend Matt as a lifegaurd, and my friend Carl as an Isreali Massad agent.  The night was nearly dreamy because the boy that I drooled over all night eventually called out to me (his pics are to the left, and he is in the beater not shirtless.. shirtless in a gay party is just tacky) "Ronaldo" which got my attention since even though I wasn't going as Renaldo (the Brazilian soccer star), I knew who he was.  Needless to say, we chatted but he seemed to be taken, as was I.  lol. The run home (since I was in shorts and it snowed earlier in the day) was not fun.  I sprinted in the what became a race and won, actually beating two track runners.  cough*alcholics*cough.  But this was only after my friend Matt got his shorts pulled down and Tom got a piggy back ride for like 3 blocks.  lol. 

Sunday was a rough start but once I packed in some coffee, an espresso martini, and some pressed duck sandwiches I was good to cook until 7pm or six hours as it turned out.  The cleanup is still in need of being done.  The dinner party (plus scary movie) turned out to be a huge success even if it was my culinary debut.  It turns out that cooking is a lot of fun yet a hell of a lot of work (six hours of prep for 10 people) for a matter of 10 or so minutes eating time.  I got an awesome reception as my dinner was as follows:  Cream of Garlic Soup for an appy, Pistachio-Pumpkin Seed, Chocolate Encrusted Pork Chop (which brined since Saturday morning, brining being a professional way of restoring the juices to the pork, which is why when a normal person cooks pork at home quickly for dinner one night, it tastes like sawdust), with Sauteed Greens and Mashed Sweet Potatoes with banana as a side.  All followed by Brain Cupcakes and washed down with a great Pumpkin Pie martini recipe provided by BrianR.  It was delicious.  The movie, however, I did not see because of my inability to keep my eyes opened.  I literally saw less than five minutes of it.

All in all, it was a good time.

Happy Halloween !

Regularly scheduled posting will resume at 6pm today when I am home from work after this wild Halloween weekend.  Lots to tell so check in tonight.  :)  Have tons o pics too.  haha.  Until then...
Happy Halloween !!

PornPod

Porn producers eye video iPod -- Gay.com.

The Apple iPod with video capability lets the viewer download anything from sports to news to music videos for podcast. But only a day after Apple introduced the product last week, straight-oriented porn began showing up on Web sites for free download. And gay porn is likely to follow.  "In the '80s, VCRs opened up a whole new distribution channel for adult films, and [the video iPod] could be just as huge as the advent of the VCR in opening up new ways for people to view adult content," said Jack Shamama, spokesman for gay-oriented Falcon Studios.  "The great thing about the iPod is that you really can take it everywhere, unlike the iBook," he said. "The screen is small, but you get used to it."  Although he's excited about the possibilities, Shamama admits that Falcon is not jumping into the "podporn" pool right away. "We're still looking at how we can actually make money, but we may soon be using the podcast format as an ancillary distribution mechanism."

Hottie Friday, week 2

Happy Halloween :)  Especially you lil raver boys of 1999.

Chill Out

I watched Chill Out last night which for the first 20 minutes or so made me believe I rented 3 shit movies in a row.  Almodovar's "What Have I Done to Deserve This" being the last of that three shit rental week.  I love Almodovar.  In fact a good amount of my favorite all time movies are by him but Deserve This just blew.  Like, I fell asleep many times in trying to watch it.  But back to Chill out, which is about 3 lives that intertwine in post-Cold War Berlin.  There is a unique bond that finds them revealing more than they ever imagined, and it only happens in the last 5 or so minutes.  I wouldn't rate this movie highly but seeing Berlin, experienceing some cute gay love story, and hearing German was all a good thing.  Fake tattooed, lean, hot haired Max (Barnaby Metschurat) was definitely an added bonus, if you get my drift.

Parker Shinn, the new face of CK

I very clearly understand that this blog spits out a lot of hot boy comments, features hotties every Friday along with handfuls of other times but every once in awhile isn't it time to step back from it all and wonder?

Calvin Klein has found his new model, replacing the old "hunk" we have all possibly come to have know, with a "has to be anorexic boy" by the name of Parker Shinn make 99% of American.  (more photo's if you follow the link to his modeling mgt's website).  He will be showing off their new brand called Calvin Klein 365 which seems to be an everyday (hence the 365) clothing line.  Needless to say, he is cute but he isn't what America looks like or is anywhere near what any American male looks like.  So beginning to model for the "everyday" line seems just a little hypocritical.  Kleins newest sex obsession is some waifish 18yo boy from San Diego, who if compared to every male in America will make them certainly look overweight.  Not that we are that far off, but in all seriousness, how has the fashion world, or society as a whole, gotten into such an obsession with the underweight teenage male (or girl for that matter) that rarely ever do we see a healthy person in an advert anymore?  Healthy was considered uber-popular until like 1950 when everyone in the fashion or paparazzi-culture decided to fast, do coke, or something else equally as ridiculous.  What is up with that?  Not only does plastering this kids image in every teenage magazine, billboards, online websites, movies, etc etc make the average (or beautiful) American feel like a lazy insecure oaf but it ends up costing a serious toll on society.  If the trend is to look like a waifish plebian then how is it most of Americans are overweight?  Does anyone pay attention to the advertisements that hit them 8x every 15 seconds?  Maybe not then, huh?

Above all, Gehry !

Paris has had a depressive, sad monument to a failed American Dream.  What was once the building for the American Center in Paris founded in 1931, closed in 1994 for a renovation that went array.  So array that the the Center closed 19 months later because of bad planning; leaving Gehry's only piece of architecture in this great city to sit up for sale.  Thanks to the French gov't, this building has a new life as the headquarters for Cinematheque Francaise, the legendary film center, yet even though this building still declares it is a Gehry building, he had little to no involvement in its new transformation.  A transformation that just might set sail this sinking ship.

NYTimes:
What makes this transformation unusual is that it was not carried out by Mr. Gehry, although he did participate in the selection of Dominique Brard of l'Atelier de l'Île as the project's architect. "It's unique for someone else to rework a contemporary building designed by a living architect," Mr. Brard told Libération, the Paris daily. "Above all, Gehry!"  Still, while Mr. Gehry's office said he would not comment on the results until he next visits Paris, the critical response has been positive. Frédéric Edelman, architecture critic for Le Monde, wrote that while using Mr. Gehry's "vocabulary" and material, Mr. Brard had given the building "new meaning and vitality," as if it were always intended to be a film center.

Know & Tell

I read Details magazine during lunch yesterday at work.  I found some really interesting things in it.  Here we go:

• The ratio of Federal Airport Security Screeners to the Federal Rail and Public Transit Security Screeners is 450 to 1.

• $3,300 is how much money was spent on makeup artists and makeup during the past six years by British Prime Minister Tony Blair, according to the Sunday Times of London.

• 2.3 Million Dollars in a Commission that Sotheby's missed out on after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors with rival Christie's.  A Japanese collector set up the match to choose an auction hosue for what turned out to be a $17.8 million sale.  Sotheby's opened with paper while Christie's threw scissors.  (lol)

• Yohji Yamamoto, Japan's elegant king of noi and the creator of Adida's Y-3 sneakers, says that "Fashion cannot make you sexy.  Experience makes you sexy.  Imagination makes people sexy.  You have to train yourself, and you have to study, and you have to life life, your life."  He also continues with, "Life is better for beautiful people. You can become lucky if you are beautiful, you can become rich.  But there is no truth in this definition of beauty."

• defamer.com is a must read.

Ninja, New York

Yelping Warriors, and Rocks in the Broth - New York Times.

Ninja New York deposits you in a kooky, dreary subterranean labyrinth that seems better suited to coal mining than to supping. You are greeted there by servers in black costumes who ceaselessly bow, regularly yelp and ever so occasionally tumble, and you are asked to choose between two routes to your table. 

The first is described by a ninja escort as simple and direct. The second is "dark, dangerous and narrow," involving a long tunnel and a drawbridge that descends only when your escort intones a special command, which he later implores you to keep secret.  I recommend a third path: right back out the door. Granted, you will be denied the sating of any curiosity about what a $3.5 million design budget permits in the way of faux stone walls, make-believe gorges and mock torches. You will forgo an iota of modest amusement.  But you will be spared an infinitely larger measure of tedium, a visually histrionic smorgasbord of undistinguished food and a discordant bill that can easily exceed $100 a person with tax, tip and drinks.

Ninja acts like a Disney ride - Space Mountain under a hailstorm of run-of-the-mill or unappealing sushi - but charges like Le Bernardin. It has a stringy crab dish served on a grapefruit that belches smoke, a ridiculous dessert in the shape of a frog and a whole lot of nerve.