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Johnny Du Lump

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Back from work on this Wednesday. Everyone at work is getting on each others nerves. I guess it might be attributed to the fact that it’s tax time. I spent most of the day trying to be busy.

At one point I went out for one of my own errands which threw the office into disarray. I was gone for about 45 minutes and got a few phone calls asking if I had gone home for the day.

When I got back Vivek’s partner gave me a check for $8,000. He needed the cash and wanted to know if he should make it out to Cash or to me.

I told him cash since I didn’t have $8,000 for the check to clear. They weren’t going to give me the cash, not without something in my bank account. Something like $8,000.

Heard from Annemarie. She and her husband had driven down to Oakland CA to see Leonard Cohen. I wrote about the fiasco in getting the tickets and she wound up getting 2 pair. Luckily she was able to sell the extra set of tickets.

She said it was a wonderful show and that old Mr. Cohen was in fine form, playing for 3.5 hours. Not bad for a 74 year old geezer. I just can’t get into Leonard Cohen. I’ve tried but can’t seem to connect. I enjoy other people’s versions of his songs.

I really enjoyed the movie, I’m Your Man with Rufus and Martha Wainwright, Nick Cave, U2 and the dreaded Antony singing his songs at a show in Australia. I’m always willing to give Lenny another chance though.

Last night was a mild night. Bill came home just after Lawn Hors d’oeuvre SUV. It was a pretty good episode, touching on the case of the Austrian woman who was held captive for years by her father and sexually abused by him.

Today was also the Tea Bagging day. I was willing to participate and do some tea bagging myself, but it only works if someone is with you and I couldn’t find anyone willing.

I did try to see how the other tea bagging parties were going on around the country but couldn’t find any examples. Perhaps if I get a chance later I will check on X tube and catch some footage of frottage and tea bagging.

Or I can just watch John Waters ‘Pecker’ again and watch the tea bagging scenes there, with Martha Plimpton yelling ‘Trade is my life!’.

Not John Waters best in my book. That would be Hairspray which is a desert island movie for me.

Tonight I may go see an old friend of mine, John Williams play with his band, The Caterpillar Book. They’re playing at the Whiskey Bar which used to be Live Tonight and before that, The Beaten Path.

John used to play bass with the Cucumbers and was the chief technician at Skyline Studios where we both worked.

The funny thing is, I had seen the Cucumbers a handful of times, but I guess that since Jon and Deena were the front line, I didn’t pay much attention to the rhythm section. Lost is on at 9:00 which is when The Caterpillar Book is scheduled to go on.

I’ll record Lost and check out the band. That’s the plan.

How Will the Wolf Survive?

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Well it’s another lazy Saturday. I’d like to apologize for the posting fiasco last night. Word Press is set 4 hours ahead to Greenwich Mean Time or in the middle of the ocean, I don’t know. Thanks to my sister Annemarie for asking me what happened to last night’s entry.

I was surprised that Harpy or bhikku didn’t say anything. Then again, I think they might have lives that are not centered around this drivel passing as a blog, this mutton disguised as lamb. There I said it! Drivel! Mutton! I don’t really think of it as such.

It’s a column.

It’s a diary.

It’s a letter.

It’s a discipline.

It’s an exercise.

It’s a blog.

Last night my sister in law mentioned that I had to get home so I could write. Not that she reads this. I doubt it, she’s not that involved with computers and proudly so. She certainly doesn’t like Facebook.

Bill and I watched Bill Maher last night which was pretty good. Mos Def and Salman Rushdie were the panel and Christopher Hitchens was the special guest. Mos Def was hilarious. He sounded a lot like Pedro.

Then it was off to bed. I woke up a little before 9:00. Bill was busy doing something as I shuffled though into the shower. Went out and got a few items and that was basically it. I went to the library and dropped off the Freaks and Geeks DVD set that I had out. Didn’t watch all the discs as I had my fill of the early 1980’s.

I tried watching What Just Happened, directed by Barry Levenson and starring Robert De Niro and Catherine Keener with Bruce Willis and John Turturro. Midway through watching it my brother Frank called. Had a long talk with him about yesterday and music. He mentioned a few days ago that talking to me was therapeutic for him.

We’re alike in a few ways, but unlike him I will talk to him even if I’m watching a TV show or a DVD. He tends to get very up tight if you call him during on of his shows and will let you know. The flow of the movie was disrupted and I couldn’t get back into it.

I did go almost all the way back to the beginning though. Bill was headed out the door since he had watched most of it while I was on the phone with Frank. Then as I get back into the movie, Bill calls. He was on the slowest bus heading into the city and proceeded to tell me all about it.

I guess What Just Happened is an apt title for the movie since I kept asking myself that exact same phrase before I eventually gave up and put the DVD back into the Netflix envelope. That got me out of the house.

I headed to the post office and dropped it off and then strolled around Hoboken on a partly sunny day, enjoying a Padron. There must have been a baby boom since there are more strollers around and they tend to travel in packs.

Last night my niece Corinne told me I was the coolest gay man that she knew. Not that she knows that many. She mentioned one friend of hers which by the way she imitated him, was a bit swish.

That got me remembering how years ago, in the 1980’s in the midst of the AIDS holocaust, I had a feeling that heavy set, overweight men would suddenly be desirous. I thought that since one of the symptoms of HIV/AIDS was a sudden weight loss, emaciated bodies.

That was something to look out for then. Still is I guess though I couldn’t tell you since when I happen to go to a gay bar I become the invisible man. Neither customers nor bartenders see me, and I rarely go out to gay bars, or bars in general.

Anyway, as a way of showing that they were healthy, relatively speaking, that beer belly would somehow become attractive. This might have given cause to the rise of the Bears. Bears in gay culture, are heavy set, hirsute, overweight men.

At the other end of that spectrum are the Twinks, who are younger and generally hairless and extremely body conscious men. There are more breakdowns in each set but I think you get the idea.

Corinne’s friend would be a Twink and I guess I would lean more towards Bears. I tried to identify as such, but Juan strongly disagreed a few years ago. I guess he might be a Bear aficionado. I suppose I would be a Wolf then.

More Wolf than Bear, that’s me.