Okay, I admit it. I'm seriously excited about the arrival of spring. Despite the fact that my allergies are a mess and I feel like there's constantly phlegm caked on my vocal cords (nice image, huh?) I still dig it.
I found out recently that one of my favorite groups, Girlyman, has a new album out, so I ordered it. I've discovered that I love it every bit as much as I liked their first, which is a bit unusual for me. Here's a sample. Rush out and love them.
A friend of mine also recently turned me on to an artist who's making all sorts of waves, Sufjan Stevens. That's him to the left. I'm really enjoying his latest album, Illinois, and considering going backward through his oeuvre. Not only is he talented, he's wicked hot.
Ah, the arrival of spring. That time when young men's (and not-so-young men's) thoughts turn to l'amour. Or at least lust. Or at least moreso than they do through the dark of winter.
Oh, who am I kidding? My thoughts turn to lust pretty much continually.
Speaking of my thoughts turning to lust:
Even though I don't usually need a reason to post a picture of a hot guy, I'll make up a flimsy excuse:
Justin Timberlake is going to be appearing in New Line's Alpha Dog, which got a lot of attention at Sundance. This is not to say that I think it'll be good, but it'll be interesting to see if he can act. The film's actually got a couple of young actors I enjoy, including Shawn Hatosy and Ben Foster (right).
Here's hoping it doesn't suck.
Again, who am I kidding. Like I'm gonna care?
Today at work, my friends and I decided to pick up our lunch from the cafeteria and eat it out in Columbus Circle. I, of course, brought my camera.
My dear friend Stephanie -- knowing how much I loathe pictures of myself -- took one of me that she knew I couldn't complain about. She's right. I love it. It captures me perfectly.
I took a couple photos of which I'm particularly fond, too.
I especially like the one to the right. I've decided to call it My Accomplishments Can Beat Up Your Accomplishments. If you can figure out why, you get the prize. I think maybe only a New Yorker could possibly get it... but then again, who knows? Maybe a webfriend from Tokyo knows what's all about.
Let's just say the two guys involved have overblown egos.
I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
The other two I liked best were shots of Time Warner Center, a building which endlessly fascinates me.
I think that I've mentioned it's an object of much controversy. A lot of New Yorkers weren't happy that a tall building with two -- dare I say "twin?" -- towers was being built in the aftermath of 9/11. And a lot of people think it's just plain ugly.
I go back and forth, but I somehow can't stop myself from photographing it. I think it has to do with its plate-glass facade. It fascinates me in the same way that the PPG complex in Pittsburgh fascinates. That's it to the left there.
It's another one that amazes me. It's all the glass, the constantly changing facade -- the changing light, the changing, reflected cloudscape. I don't know how to explain it. No one ever said I was eloquent. Least of all when I'm trying to describe my feelings about something. Welcome to my Irish Catholic Hell.
Interesting anecdote about taking those snaps of PPG place. I was standing there shooting that one of the fountain, and a security guard actually came over and told me I wasn't allowed to photograph the building. I was utterly amazed. That's the level of the paranoia that's taken ahold of our country. A guy with a camera is possibly a dangerous... well, I don't want to type a word that's going to bring my site to the attention of Big Brother.
There's a famous quote from a German pastor at the end of WWII:
When Big Brother comes for me, I hope you'll speak up.
In any case, lunch was a nice break. For some reason, today at work just seemed crazy-busy. I'm glad to have survived.
One last thing. I noted this with interest the other day. Just another aspect of the wicked crazy going on in America. Just for the record: The athiests I do know are some of the most ethical, conscientious, considerate people I've ever met. They hold themselves to a higher standard than any god could.
So take that, you crazy, morally slippery Christians.
I found out recently that one of my favorite groups, Girlyman, has a new album out, so I ordered it. I've discovered that I love it every bit as much as I liked their first, which is a bit unusual for me. Here's a sample. Rush out and love them.
A friend of mine also recently turned me on to an artist who's making all sorts of waves, Sufjan Stevens. That's him to the left. I'm really enjoying his latest album, Illinois, and considering going backward through his oeuvre. Not only is he talented, he's wicked hot.
Ah, the arrival of spring. That time when young men's (and not-so-young men's) thoughts turn to l'amour. Or at least lust. Or at least moreso than they do through the dark of winter.
Oh, who am I kidding? My thoughts turn to lust pretty much continually.
Speaking of my thoughts turning to lust:Even though I don't usually need a reason to post a picture of a hot guy, I'll make up a flimsy excuse:
Justin Timberlake is going to be appearing in New Line's Alpha Dog, which got a lot of attention at Sundance. This is not to say that I think it'll be good, but it'll be interesting to see if he can act. The film's actually got a couple of young actors I enjoy, including Shawn Hatosy and Ben Foster (right).Here's hoping it doesn't suck.
Again, who am I kidding. Like I'm gonna care?
Today at work, my friends and I decided to pick up our lunch from the cafeteria and eat it out in Columbus Circle. I, of course, brought my camera.
My dear friend Stephanie -- knowing how much I loathe pictures of myself -- took one of me that she knew I couldn't complain about. She's right. I love it. It captures me perfectly.I took a couple photos of which I'm particularly fond, too.
I especially like the one to the right. I've decided to call it My Accomplishments Can Beat Up Your Accomplishments. If you can figure out why, you get the prize. I think maybe only a New Yorker could possibly get it... but then again, who knows? Maybe a webfriend from Tokyo knows what's all about.Let's just say the two guys involved have overblown egos.
I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
The other two I liked best were shots of Time Warner Center, a building which endlessly fascinates me.I think that I've mentioned it's an object of much controversy. A lot of New Yorkers weren't happy that a tall building with two -- dare I say "twin?" -- towers was being built in the aftermath of 9/11. And a lot of people think it's just plain ugly.I go back and forth, but I somehow can't stop myself from photographing it. I think it has to do with its plate-glass facade. It fascinates me in the same way that the PPG complex in Pittsburgh fascinates. That's it to the left there.It's another one that amazes me. It's all the glass, the constantly changing facade -- the changing light, the changing, reflected cloudscape. I don't know how to explain it. No one ever said I was eloquent. Least of all when I'm trying to describe my feelings about something. Welcome to my Irish Catholic Hell.Interesting anecdote about taking those snaps of PPG place. I was standing there shooting that one of the fountain, and a security guard actually came over and told me I wasn't allowed to photograph the building. I was utterly amazed. That's the level of the paranoia that's taken ahold of our country. A guy with a camera is possibly a dangerous... well, I don't want to type a word that's going to bring my site to the attention of Big Brother.
There's a famous quote from a German pastor at the end of WWII:
First they came for the Jews
Pastor Martin Niemöller
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for me
and there was no one left
to speak out for me.
When Big Brother comes for me, I hope you'll speak up.
In any case, lunch was a nice break. For some reason, today at work just seemed crazy-busy. I'm glad to have survived.
One last thing. I noted this with interest the other day. Just another aspect of the wicked crazy going on in America. Just for the record: The athiests I do know are some of the most ethical, conscientious, considerate people I've ever met. They hold themselves to a higher standard than any god could.
So take that, you crazy, morally slippery Christians.
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