Is it wrong…

that I watched this like 7 times?

Live Blogging the Pink Death*

AsianPersuasion is an evolutionary disaster. By this I mean every day of her life hangs by a fraying thread. A brush with hidden tree-nuts or apple skins could be disastrous. In the summer, her heart basically says, “it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity” and then gives up. So, it’s no surprise that she’s the first one of us to get sick this fall. So, we’ve asked her to live blog her illness. We will not be editing her, because we figure fever induced jibberish is part of the appeal of this little piece. So, stay tuned:

Sex & the Suburbs: The Dating Game – Part IV

Single and back in Connecticut after a summer away, I’ll admit I was excited to be a part of the Dating Game. Hearing of the Anti-Couric’s success, and bound to one-up RingNation, I set up my Plenty of Fish profile and waited for the emails of potential suitors to flood in. Like RingNation…I waited…and waited.

I sat and wondered “What could the problem be?” Sure, I’m not a model. I’ve shirked gay-law and don’t work out 3 to 5 days a week. But I know who I am, what I look like, and I know those things to be funny, and though chunky, still kinda cute. I went ahead and copied my profile over to Bear411.com as well. The Gay Guru is known for often coloring outside the lines…and Bears are a little closer to your Gay Guru’s “type.” The good people at Bear411.com have made their site mostly free on an every other day basis, so it was certainly no stretch on my budget either.

I Ain’t Afraid of No Ghosts…

Or I am…but only at night. So, last weekend I headed over to the very haunted Union Cemetery. Prepare to be terrified.

Time to Get Famous: New England Film & TV Expo

Is it just me or is everyone in Connecticut on their way to being famous? Asian Persuasion and the Anti-Couric are getting more publicity than Jon Gosselin thanks to WNPR and Mr. McEnroe. M. Jodi finally officially handed over the keys to that South Windsor tract of land so before you know it, every Tom, Dick, & Harry from that ‘burb will be working at the new studio. Add in the “Deal or No Deal” production down in Waterford, and I’m starting to think I’m the only one not getting famous. Lucky for me, the answer to every attention hog’s prayers is coming to Hartford.

Feminists, Beat Poets & Me

I have a weakness for country music. I don’t usually admit this freely, but I really love the banjo, the dobro, and Willie Nelson… None of this has anything to do with Connecticut. But I was driving up the Merritt Parkway this evening and I stopped on 92.5 when I heard that Sugarland “Stay” song, which I actually don’t mind admitting I like. (That woman has a lovely voice…but she’s no Allison Krauss.) Oddly enough, it got me thinking about Gina Barecca.

Who is Gina Barecca, you ask? Well, you’d know the answer to that if you’d ever been an English major at UConn…or if you read The Courant. I had her as a professor, though, and that was how I came to know her–and a whole lot about British literature. When she isn’t teaching, writing books, or being a cloumnist she’s giving speeches…well, it’s more like doing feminist stand-up comedy. And she had this bit about how whiny and passive female musicians seemed to be these days. So when I heard this song tonight, I thought of her:

American Mural Project at the Hartford Library

The miniature scale of what the mural will look like.

Yesterday, in the mess of rain and wind, our entire department (okay, there’s only three of us…) trekked down to the Hartford Public Library where the American Mural Project was opening its exhibit.

This project is probably one of the coolest, yet most difficult things in the world to describe. Founded by artist Ellen Griesedieck ten years ago, the idea began as she working on projects about people across America in all kinds of careers–from copper miners to taxi drivers. She decided she wanted to do a mural encapsulating the energy and work ethic of America, and so the project was born. Griesedieck is an incredibly petite (which is saying something coming from 5′0″ me) bundle of kinetic energy and positivity. Just talking with her you find yourself becoming excited and more invigorated. She’s kind of like caffeine.

Utsav

I love Indian food. I eat it just about every chance I get. When I get together with the Anti-Couric and Dr. Gold, it’s usually our food of choice–which means we’ve had very mixed results. Since moving back East of the River, I had to abandon my former favorite Indian restaurant, Haveli in Middletown. I had always heard how good Ambassador of India was, but never had mind-blowing experiences. Then it closed.

Enter Utsav in Vernon.

We Disagree…

but it still made us laugh.

Silk City: It’s a Wrap

Left: Ron Palilo

If you missed The First Annual Silk City Flick Fest, you should be ashamed. I’m calling it a raving success.

The opening night party saw a number of the filmmakers and other industry bigwigs rub elbows and make some solid connections. In attendance were such names as Ron Palillo and Tom Kane. (If you don’t know who they are, look them up on imdb.com cause they’re on there!) In addition to all the hobnobbing, there was plenty of free food and drinks! Who can complain about that? Certainly not this vagabond.

Swine Flu Transmitted Through Bad Handwriting

NEW LONDON – WFSB reports: Officials at the U.S. Coast Guard Academy said that some cadets have become ill after opening a strange letter. Officials said that the letter contained writing in a foreign language.

The Fabric of CT = Baseball

Somehow, I missed the Colin McEnroe Show on Friday, but I’m catching up on my podcasts now…and I am sorry to have gone almost a week without having heard this show — which I consider to be more about the fabric of Connecticut than about the game it purports to be about…baseball.

Dear America: Reality, Hot Air & Balloons

I don’t have cable so when I’m watching TV it usually means I’m watching something from Netflix or on Hulu. So, I was spared much of the “drama” of this whole Balloon Boy mess. I was not, like so many others, glued to my  television watching some brat “float away” in a balloon that could barely carry its own weight, nevermind that of a scrawny school-aged child. I haven’t been quite as lucky when it comes to the aftermath.

You’re Already a Clown…Now Dress Like One

Listen up, peeps: the Stamford Thanksgiving Parade (Sunday, Nov. 22) is a pretty big deal, and they’re looking for volunteers. Bascially, you have the choice of dressing up like the clow you already are…or pulling a Balloon Boy and agreeing to be a “balloon handler.” I was hoping to be a baloon handler but I’m going to be away for most of the week before the parade and just don’t think I’ll be able to drag myself out of bed to walk around in the cold attached to a giant turkey.

But you should…

Stamford Downtown

203-348.5285

events@stamford-downtown.com

You must be at least 16 years old.

PBR: Steers and Queers at the Casino

We get up close and personal with Wiley Petersen('s carboard cutout).

Every once in awhile the PrissyBitch likes to go slumming and she always drags me along for protection. But I was quite surprised when she suggested I accompany her to a…get this…Professional Bull Riding (PBR) competition at Mohegan Sun. She must have found a particularly kicky combination of Valium, gin, and Ticketmaster last week. (PrissyBitch is always looking for a good excuse to wear her “cowgirl costume” so that might have something to do with her sudden interest in livestock.) Since I love nothing more than to watch her say things like “Yee-haw!” and try to choke down cheap beer, I agreed to go with her as long as we could pay for the cheap seats and sneak up to the front (my idea of civil disobedience at an event my militant side might normally try to protest).