Celebrities I've Seen Since Being in New York
In no particular order:
1) Steve Jobs - at the opening for the Pixar show at the MOMA
2) Brian Dennehy - also at the opening for the Pixar show at the MOMA. I still think F/X is this guy's best flick.
3) Mark Margolis - on the street. He played the assassin in Scarface, and the creepy guy in pretty much everything. (Holy crap does this guy work a lot - check out his IMDB profile...)
4) Randy Harrison - on the street. Still cute! And I'll just add that when I gave him a good, "OMG, is that Randy Harrison" stare, I got a pretty good stare back. Hey, I can dream.
5) George Morfogen - on the subway. He sat right across from me and totally gave me that same haunted look he always had as Rebedow on "Oz."
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Things That Leave Me Not Knowing Quite How to Feel
1) Seeing an apparently straight couple, boy and girl, holding hands and looking all coupley right up until the boy opens his mouth and sounds totally flaming.
2) Citrus juice fortified with calcium.
3) Grown men traveling by skateboard.
4) Being cruised by men who are clearly out of my league.
5) Seeing a toothless, haggard homeless man picking through a box of fancy chocolates with a look of radiant delight on his face.
6) That line in the Le Chic song, "Good Times," that goes "Clams on the half shell... and roller skates...roller skates!" And probably a lot of other song lyrics, if I thought about it.
1) Seeing an apparently straight couple, boy and girl, holding hands and looking all coupley right up until the boy opens his mouth and sounds totally flaming.
2) Citrus juice fortified with calcium.
3) Grown men traveling by skateboard.
4) Being cruised by men who are clearly out of my league.
5) Seeing a toothless, haggard homeless man picking through a box of fancy chocolates with a look of radiant delight on his face.
6) That line in the Le Chic song, "Good Times," that goes "Clams on the half shell... and roller skates...roller skates!" And probably a lot of other song lyrics, if I thought about it.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Nostalgia with an Edge
Tonight on the train I saw two teenaged boys sharing the headphones to an iPod, each with a bud in one ear so they could listen to something together (I see teenagers doing this a lot). Of course this requires that the listeners have their heads kind of close together, and one of the boys settled in with his head on the other's shoulder. They rode like this for a while until the other boy shrugged his shoulder and pushed the first one away. The first boy kept trying to put his head back in place, and the other one kept pushing him away and in between there was much grabbing at headphones and sliding back and forth on the seat and generally a bit more touching than I'd expect to see between two teenaged boys in public. They were both smiling and good natured about it and I began to wonder if they were a couple (you never know these days) until I realized that all of the touching was coming from one of them and all of the pushing-away from the other, and then in a sudden rush I remembered very clearly what it felt like to be a closeted teenager myself, with the tension between how I felt and my utter confusion about it, and the anxious, unambiguous sense that there was some kind of line I'd better not cross even though I had nothing reliable inside telling me where that line was.
I got off the train feeling pretty mushy inside.
Tonight on the train I saw two teenaged boys sharing the headphones to an iPod, each with a bud in one ear so they could listen to something together (I see teenagers doing this a lot). Of course this requires that the listeners have their heads kind of close together, and one of the boys settled in with his head on the other's shoulder. They rode like this for a while until the other boy shrugged his shoulder and pushed the first one away. The first boy kept trying to put his head back in place, and the other one kept pushing him away and in between there was much grabbing at headphones and sliding back and forth on the seat and generally a bit more touching than I'd expect to see between two teenaged boys in public. They were both smiling and good natured about it and I began to wonder if they were a couple (you never know these days) until I realized that all of the touching was coming from one of them and all of the pushing-away from the other, and then in a sudden rush I remembered very clearly what it felt like to be a closeted teenager myself, with the tension between how I felt and my utter confusion about it, and the anxious, unambiguous sense that there was some kind of line I'd better not cross even though I had nothing reliable inside telling me where that line was.
I got off the train feeling pretty mushy inside.
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