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Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay:
white, frivolous, over sexed yet sexless, shrill, single, stylish, a clown, unimportant, et al.
Fri 12/20/2002
Holiday agnst and a movie and a reference to farting
El Nino has been having it�s fun here these past couple of weeks. Some days will be sunny but cool, and others will be not so much sunny, as dark storm cloud filled, with soak you to the bone in minutes, mudslide and power outage causing, street flooding rain.
One of the true myths of Los Angeles is that we natives do immediately forget how to drive the instant it begins to rain. The worse the storm, the worse our driving skills as a whole. Getting home from work this last rain filled Monday night took a very, very long time.
It was stressful. It didn�t help that I was in an office an extra ten miles away from home that day. It also doesn�t help that several of the staff at my work are gone on vacation and I'm not. I'm going to spend both of the holiday 'eves watching the clock and getting next to nothing done. Something to look forward to I guess.
Even without work this holiday time of year is getting to be angst causing. Christmas is now only days away, and my husband is in denial that we are really, really, really far behind in the present getting. At this rate, the nephews �n niece are going to be mighty annoyed at their bah humbug uncles John and nico.
Everything just seems to be speeding up faster and faster. Wasn�t it just the beginning of June a few days ago, and the end of March last week?
I had lunch at FantaSea the other day (ahi tuna sandwich, muy good). Walking back to my car, I saw large train like objects taking form in the tent where Volunteers for South Pasadena put together the city�s float for the rose parade. A sign that speeding time won�t stop once we hit Christmas, since New Years is just around the corner.
All right, enough of this. How about some random topics instead:
Barb and Laurie had their annual holiday party last Saturday. A house filled with Lesbians, and John, and me. A sentence I've written many times before, and will more than likely write many times again.
This year they had "traditional" activities like tree trimming and cookie decorating. The only thing missing was caroling, which was probably for the best, since the only person who could even halfway carry a tune left early.
The tree trimming went off without a hitch, although the cookie decorating quickly descended to the level of porno cookies. Big surprise there (yes, sarcasm).
The night ended with a white elephant gift exchange/game, where one person not realizing white elephant meant dumb gag gifts, had brought a real present that everyone ended up fighting over. If you ever want to see greed at gift exchange game, bring out an electric back massage heater thing and watch the back stabbing begin. Most fun.
I finally got around to seeing Frida. I didn't know that it was Julie Taymor movie/film/flick/thing, so I wasn't expecting it to look so stylized and involved. It was interesting visually, especially the living paintings, although those did remind me of the pageant of the masters.
A few frivolous comments:
1) When Frida and the boytoy were rushing off to catch their bus, I was thinking rather loudly "!!NO, DON'T TAKE THE BUS!!"
2) Without any date tags, the passage of time was a bit confusing. Not remembering exactly when Frida Kahlo was in Paris, I spent one of the love scenes thinking is that supposed to be Josephine Baker? A Josephine Baker wanna be? A random Black Parisian singer? Is this even the right decade for Josephine Baker? When was she big in France anyway? Hey, I'm gay, I'm allowed to have my mind wander during woman on woman macking scenes.
3) The everyone who speaks Spanish speaks in English bit was a bit odd. Possibly because people who spoke Russian and French actually spoke Russian and French.
4) I need someone to explain the tequila swigging, La Llorona singing old woman in black scene to me. Am I correct in trying to read something mystical into it, or am I just thinking too much?
A more serious comment would be that this was a very good film. Assuming the timing of events in her life and paintings was accurate, it gives a lot of insight into the pain and emotion that went into her work. It also went a long way to showing just how tangled Frida Kahlo's and Diego Rivera's lives were.
Babe and Jet cat having been teaching the Spanky kitten all of their bad habits. Jet has taught her how to break into the bathroom cabinet and spread toilet paper everywhere. Babe has taught her how to sit and cry pitifully when she isn't getting what she wants.
While Babe is a master at bringing out every nuance of her harsh, torturous existence as a pampered house cat in each sad pitiful cry, Spanky appears to need more lessons. Spanky tends to cry sadly while purring and playing with a cat toy. The happy kitten image just doesn't quite mesh with the "Oh woe is me" act.
When describing my offices� holiday potluck/staff meeting of freshly made tortillas, frijoles, orange chicken, pork shui mai, somen salad, homemade baklava, shrimp har gow, some pollo loco chicken, chinese style fried rice, chile verde con puerco, fried veggie wantons, and a Hawaiian paradise cake from the Kings Hawaiian bakery to an acquaintance, they responded �didn�t you have any American food?�
I answered, that I had forgotten to mention that there was a side of macaroni and cheese from pollo loco as well.
My last catch up entry was not as complete as I had thought. I forgot to include a mention of seeing Cookin' at the Cerritos Center for the Performing Arts with Kristen.
I've read somewhere that there is trend of producing shows aimed at international audiences to go for the big bucks. It seems the easiest way to make things popular across various nations and cultures is to minimize or eliminate any dialog. With no language, there's no language barrier.
Things like Cirque du Soleil, and Stomp follow this concept. Cookin� does as well. It's sort of a Korean version of Stomp, but with an actual plot to explain all the banging about. There is a restaurant with a staff of three chefs who find out that not only do they have a little more than an hour to prepare a multi course wedding banquet, but that they have been saddled with the managers nephew as well. Making the meal involves lots of noise as cooking utensils are played as percussion instruments, lots of groan worthy visual jokes, and some odd audience participatory gags. Dividing the audience into two and having a clapping/noise making contest I've seen before, dividing the audience into two and having a dumpling making contest was new to me.
There was one bit where four characters are using knives and chopping blocks as drums which had me wondering if any of the parents in the audience had suddenly become fearful of what the kitchen was going to look like once they got the kids back home.
The lone female chef was cute and spent the majority of the show in a stomach revealing outfit that would not be too practical in real life (hot grease ouch!). I would say that at least one of the male chefs had a good body as well, but it was kind of hard to tell. The instant he took his shirt off for some muy macho drumming action, the stage was lit with bright strobe lights and billowing smoke rolled out and obscured everything. I'm positive that I can't be the only one who found the timing annoying.
When checking the stats for the site, I found hidden among the usual and expected searches for pornography and escort services, a google search for "Teenage boys who fart all the time."
Checking stats while at work can lead to inappropriate attention drawing laughter.
More later,
nico
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