Tuesday, April 22, 2008

It's A Great Big World!


I think not!

I've been watching a bit of the news coverage, and wondered what that odd resonance I was feeling was all about. It took a bit of observation to note just how high the hair is; just how tailored those "plain" dresses are. Were those shoulder pads I spied under those leg-of-mutton sleeves? Were there rats in those hairstyles? I seem to remember my Mom in a similar style back in 1947, when she was a swingin' high school bobby soxer.

I guess I'm just wondering which old perv has a thing for post-World War II babes.

The many wives of Joseph Smith and Brigham Young certainly didn't look like this.

It warms the cockles of this old-school fag's heart to see that the MGM glory days of Virginia O'Brien, Cyd Charisse and of course, Judy Garland, have not been for naught.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

This Flight Tonight

I've had enough of winter.

I've had enough of New York.

I've had enough construction sites.

I've had enough of high-end office furnishings.

I've had enough of mid-century modern.

I've had enough of the Dugout.

I've had enough of the L train.

So it's time.

Time for Tim and I to head west to the one of the few places we know that are guaranteed to have us feeling much, much better in no time at all.

Liz Hickok's San Francisco in Jell-O: Alamo Square

We have loads of plans, and a bunch of people to catch up with.

I hope to come home revitalized and happier than I've been in months.

If you're out there, I hope to see you tomorrow or the next day. Or the next. Or the one following that!

If you're here, I'll see you soon.

Hopefully, with my smile restored.