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I just felt like i needed to add this. I’m posting at blogspot now. Same url masks…www.gaytriarchy.com and www.yourlovehurtsme.com.
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Missed Connection: This Bed Is on Fire!
Stocky guy in the Smiths shirt at the James concert - m4m - 33 (the troc)
Reply to: pers-844033624@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-09-17, 8:25AM EDT
I saw you last night in the upper balcony at the James concert, you were a stocky guy wearing a ball cap, black glasses and a blue Smiths T-shirt. I’m a big guy who was wearing jeans and a white shirt. I think I caught you looking at me a few times, and you caught my eye as well.
I feel kinda silly putting up a missed connections, but hey, why not? If you somehow see this, let me know.
My life has been unbloggable; either too self-involved, too Twitter-able, or because everything in my life is going so smoothly that it wouldn’t interest anyone. I’m considering starting a blog called “I’m Not Eating That” or restarting “Your Love Hurts Me.”
My boss just saw this on CNN.
Congrats Ms. Moz!
Twice this weekend I went shopping with Tracie: First to buy an outfit to meet her soon-to-be Mother-in-Law, and then the next day to buy 18lbs. of bridal magazines. I can’t be more happy for her, though I’m sad that the decision forces her to retire “Slut Machine.”
Earlier this year, tracie and I talked about getting married for insurance purposes and then we would write a book about it: “My Sham Marriage: Better Than The Next Best Thing.” After she met the lucky bachelor, she told me that she was in love and that she’s never felt that way about another person. We broke off our engagement. Every week since she would send me an IM apologizing for being MIA (Missing “in action”) and that she’s sorry for her love causing me so much pain. We were going to be so happy together.
Hurts Worst!
On Saturday I went out with this guy for dinner. While we drove through Manhattan he started grabbing his throat saying he couldn’t breathe.
“It’s like I’m breathing through a straw.”
“Let’s pull over, and I’ll get you some water.”
“No, I’m going to the emergency room.”
He drove us to the Beth Israel Medical Center. I anticipated a huge wait, but the small waiting room was empty and he was called into triage almost immediately. I learned two things: (1) Go to Beth Israel if you need to go to an ER in Manhattan, and (2) say you have breathing problems because medical practitioners don’t let a person who can’t breathe wait for treatment.
The guy and I have been talking for about 3 weeks, but this was only our 5th or 6th date. Going to the ER with a suitor is, well, untraditional. Part of me thought he was just being a neurotic Jew; when 50% of your friends are Jews, you quickly learn the signs of anxiety attacks and hypochondriasis.
The hospital staff escorted me to a different ER waiting room. I was sitting with a small Indian girl who looked like her Saturday night was also interrupted by a medical surprise.
“What are you in for?” I asked.
“My boyfriend has appendicitis. You?”
“Mine is crazy.”
She gave me a “Been there” look and shrugged her shoulders.
Thankfully, the doctor reported that the mix of allergies, humidity, and already-inflamed tonsils gave him a narrow breathing passageway. He’ll probably have to get a tonsillectomy. So what I’m saying is this: when someone seems crazy, they may just have tonsillitis.
(Also, I used to work at a medical publisher and that image is Wong’s pain scale. Dr. Wong made a name for himself in pediatrics by creating this tool, which is now a standard guide in most medical facilities for patients to communicate to doctors. It is actually copywritten and owned by Dr. Wong.)
No One Reads Nylon; Everyone Works There
I just found out that my ex-friend Stephanie is now the Executive Editor at Nylon. We became fast friends for a hot second earlier this year; we Gchatted or talked on the phone every day for weeks. Just when I thought we were becoming close friends, we had a falling out and now she doesn’t return my calls to make amends. The Jezebel girls still ask if she’s called me back yet. “Nope,” I tell them. I still get sad when her name is brought up.
Anyway, I went to Happy Endings over the weekend and met a guy who used to work at Jane. I mentioned that I knew Steph. “Oh, she just gave me her card; I might do some work at Nylon.” I showed an uncharacteristic amount of tact by not saying why Steph and I had a falling out.
The next day I got an IM from my good friend Ellen (who incidentally I had a major falling out with, but we made up).
“I’m interviewing with Stephanie tomorrow. Can I mention you?”
“Only if you want to blow the interview.”
During their meeting, Steph and Ellen talked about Jezebel. ”I met Moe through a mutual friend,” Steph apparently said.
Now I’m upset all over again.
Michelle Mix Tape: Side 1, 45 Minutes
My new mix is on Viva Radio, American Apparel’s house station. Listen here. I named this mix after my #1 fan (read: only fan) at AA; She asked for more Luscious Jackson and Babes in Toyland. I wanted to put on Babes’ “Bruised Vioilet,” but Viva Radio guidelines prevent me from including songs with the lyrics “You Fucking Bitch/ I hope your insides rot,” and my own personal code of ethics prevents me from programming anti-Courtney Love songs.
Just so you know, the 2nd best anti-Love song is Mudhoney’s “Into Your Schtick,” with the lyric, “Why don’t you blow your brains out too!”
1. My So Called Life Theme
2. Lisa Loeb - Stay
3. Nada Surf - Popular
4. Dead Milkman – Punk Rock Girl
5. Supergrass - Alright
6. Green Day – When I Come Around
7. Morrissey - Suedehead
8. Siouxsie and the Banshees – Kiss Them For Me
9. Stereo MCs - Connected
10. Elastica - Conneection
11. Luscious Jackson - Citysong
12. Urge Overkill – Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon
13. Folk Implosion – Natural One
14. Sonic Youth – Bull in the Heather
15. Throwing Muses – Bright Yellow Gun
16. Babes in Toyland – Sweet ‘69
17. PJ Harvey – Rid of Me
Back From RNC/Hell!
Ok, so now that I’m back from covering the RNC, I’m going to get back on my regular blogging schedule.
My Parents Take on Palin
Sorry I have been away; I’m covering RNC. My company asked me to blog about it, and well…let’s just say I’m not a political writer. My boss proposed that I just “try to have fun with it,” so yesterday I started writing to our 13 million conservative middle-American users as if I were writing a normal blog. Here was the one that garnered the best comments (80 of ‘em!)
In honor of the RNC, I thought it was time I called up my Republican, Catholic parents who live in the all-important swing-state that is Ohio. I live in the East Coast—home of the liberal media—and talking with them is like peering through a window into the American mentality. I knew John Kerry would lose in 2004 when my mom said that “He can’t be trusted” months before the actual election, and I knew that Hillary would lose the Democratic nomination to Obama when she said, “She can’t be trusted.” So what did they have to say about Palin?
My Father:
“She’s a pistol!”
“Well, she has more experience than Obama.”
“Don’t get me started on that Biden. What has he done? No, tell me, what has he ever done?”
“You know, I heard that since McCain picked Palin, the Republicans have raised $40 million dollars. They love her! They absolutely love her! It may have been risky, but I like her. It’s just what we need.”
“No, you’re right, McCain could die. But do you really think they’re going to be having her make decisions?”
“The media needs to back off of her pregnant daughter story.”
My Mother:
“Well, Obama has no experience and he’s running for president…but I really can’t get into it now; i have company coming over.”
COMMENT: Do you think my parents represent America? Also, do you think they should get off my back about being single?
