Sunday, May 22, 2016

Sunday night, post Simpson's

Hmmm.... nothing since May 2014? Wow, way to commit!
Let's get with it... I've been to England and back since then. Surely, I've got something to say. Two years is too much!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Painting

Lately, the more artistic side of my personality has been clamoring for attention and in order to appease it, I've been fooling around with paints. Specifically, a painting kit I received years ago for Christmas from John. Why a painting kit? I'm supposed to be a writer. I think it was perhaps I've always been drawn to arrays or pallets of colors, and as a kid, I always secretly longed for the Crayola box of 64 crayons with the built in sharpener. I never got them because I didn't whine loud enough or my parents thought that many crayons was silly, and besides I was just going to ruin them or worse, I was going to ruin something in the house. So my brother and I made do with the 16 or 24 pack. 

Many years later, I actually received that precious box of crayons as a gift from John. This is just one of several reasons why he is so awesome.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Sunday.....at Starbucks.....in Boca

Surprise, Surprise! I'm blogging again. I'm not sure why, perhaps I read something earlier about it or have this incredible urge to express, but here I am. If you've just joined us, welcome. If you've been here before, welcome back. Regardless, this ride may be over before you know it, so please, pay attention...and as always, no wagering.
Before I become bogged down/distracted with the formatting of this, I'll try to get it out as soon as possible without any editorial modifications. Spelling and punctuation rules will still apply though...
I'm currently at the North Boca location of Starbucks, which has become my preferred destination, even though there is one much closer to my home also known as Mizner Park. It's not that I dislike the store or its employees, it's that the people who usually go there are amazingly irritating. Perhaps it's a case of familiarity breeding contempt or that it's located in a popular shopping area which tends to bring in all types, but I can usually count on at least a few "skate-punks", a few borderline homeless, or the incredibly old, wealthy, and clueless. Regardless, I just pop in my ear-buds and listen to music, while ignoring them all.
I really have no idea if I still have what it takes to blog regularly anymore. I originally started many years ago as it was still new to most people and there was something of a camaraderie among the relatively few of us that did blog. The newspapers and magazines hadn't taken notice yet and there weren't any really big stars yet. Also, the software was fairly archaic as you had to do it from within a web browser pointed to google. Posting pictures was "iffy" at best. The big attraction was being able to "link" to another person's blog or web page. But I did have a relatively loyal following and it made me think that I could actually do this for a living, if not on the web, then in a newspaper column, or even, gasp, a book. I know some people did actually go on to write a book or now have their own incredibly popular website. Sigh...if only. The closest I ever came to achieving anything like that was a local gay newspaper contacted me about reposting my column on a regular basis in their paper. I, unfortunately, did not follow it up and the idea pretty much shriveled up and died, like a lot of things in my life that I've neglected.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The End of February

Once again, I'm at Starbucks, this time somewhere south of where I live. Just to change it up. Whatever followers I had are long gone, and even I have lost interest. Yet, every now and then, the urge to "express myself" rears it's ugly head and here we are. So, I'm at Starbucks, and for the last half hour have been sizing up the men who come stand in line, waiting for something coffee-ish. This particular Starbucks skews on the older side as it's in Deerfield. This also means it skews towards the occasional scumbag that stumbles in. Eh, it's something different. John is leaving for Europe soon for two or three weeks, which means I'll be alone for that time. Some years ago, that would have been okay, but these days I've gotten attached to his presence in my life and so it will be difficult without him around. However, I'm planning to visit my parents during that time and we've arranged for Moon to stay with me for a little while, just so I won't be too lonely. Besides, she has a car, so that means we may have to go visit a gay bar or two. My writing career is non-existent, as is my photographic career. Just add them to the pile of discarded interests that clutter up my past. Perhaps I'm just too damn intelligent to settle for one interest very long. I'm currently reading David Leavitt, who reminds me of a gayer, softer version of Augusten Burroughs. And who both remind me of myself. I miss Boston nowadays. I knew I would eventually, although, at the time, it was possible that it would eat me alive. Today, I'd be fine with it. I think I'm in that perpetual state of limbo I often find myself. It's up to me to get out of it or suffer. I've already suffered enough so I guess it's man-up time...

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Hey kids!

Yes, it's me. Back from the almost dead (aka Boca Raton). Feeling the urge to express myself with words. It's Thursday, at the end of April, and I'm currently at the library alone for some quality "me" time to read magazines and check out a book or two. It's time to get back home now, so just a quick hello and hopefully, more to say later!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Forget me not!

Hello there...

Fear not. I am alive and well somewhere on the 8th floor of a building in Boca Raton. He who barks at me is also around. Currently at one of the four Starbucks that I haunt in the area. Loved seeing my old buddy Michael Guy still doing this blogging shit and actually created a book out of all his blog posts. My 30 second snap synopsis? I'd like to see a bit more bite in his posts as he has a tendency to drift into "gracious good living" sometimes.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Welcome to Boca

It's 6:30 in the evening and I'm at Starbucks (once again!). Soon, I'll be heading home to have something to eat and check in with the other half, who spent most of today studying. I hope that all this work eventually pays off for him. It would be nice to be financially comfortable but I'd settle for happy. I hope it brings him the satisfaction that he's accomplished quite a bit since we left Orlando. While his education/career seem to be taking off, I've been feeling a little left out. Like my time has come already and there were no takers.

I sit either at home or, as in today, a quiet spot on the campus waiting for John to finish up his studying. Today it's with a tutor and soon we will be leaving for Ft. Lauderdale so that he can finish studying with his lesbian classmate. Most likely, I'll be dumped at Brew and there I will occupy my time until he's finished. Not that I mind too much. It's coffee, treats, new faces and some quality internet time. What's not to love?
I think I have a dentist appointment next week to rip the teeth from my lower jaw. I'm not looking forward to it, however, I've worried about it for so long, I just want it to be over with.

My plan of increasing my writing output has not materialized yet, but I haven't quite given up on it yet. I sense that all the pieces are there, swirling about me and it's just a matter of time until something clicks. I certainly hope so. With John making such progress at school, I've been feeling like the house idiot as of late. Of course, I know the truth and that does comfort me, but I'd like a little more. A little more attention. This is where I start whining and as John says, "Going in circles."  
My success or failure depends on me. If I want to write, then I should just write. 

My father had major surgery on his knees a while back, and while he was in no danger, it did remind me of his and my mother's mortality. I can't imagine them not being here, but then, I never imagined my beloved Mimi not being here either. One more season and it will have been a year. I still miss her and thinking about her still makes me cry. Oh well.