Joe, Ryan, and I, along with Luis and his boyfriend Will, headed out to Bears on the Run 2008 at NYC’s GLBT Community Center on Sunday. We first stopped for a great brunch at Artepasta in Greenwich Village. The show was totally enjoyable.. the music, the comedy, the camaraderie– I even got to slap Kendall’s asscheeks as part of the performance, and he’s welcome to return the favor anytime. 
The show put on by that lecherous creep next to me though – tickling my palm as we shook hands then foisting himself on the two guys in wheelchairs who couldn’t wheel away fast enough – made me want to beat him like a circus monkey. If I were in one of those chairs, he would have left with a thread mark on his face. In the immortal words of Alicia Silverstone as Cher in Clueless… AS IF! CARLOS
(Pictured above left to right: Shannon Grady, Kendall, Matthew Temple, Elijah Black, and Bobaloo.)
Seems the Pope is on every major channel right now, just having served communion. It started out with the Pope serving himself first. There was an audible *crunch* as he bit down on his wafer and chewed it. I don’t remember them being that crispy. Then I thought to myself, this is no ordinary mass, they probably serve gourmet wafers when it’s the Pope doling them out. Probably a light garlic flavor — they cut to another clergyman walking by the pews handing out something contained in a bowl, one to each person. My guess? Breath mints. CARLOS
I had a flashback when I ran across this picture of an ASR33 teletype online. It’s the exact model of teletype I used to write my first computer program. It was 1974 and I was a freshman at Emerson High School in Union City NJ, a couple of dozen programming languages and operating systems ago. Back then it was a version of Dartmouth BASIC, and the platform was an NCR mainframe located in Asbury Park, NJ that we had access to on a time-sharing basis.
To write your program, first it had to be typed onto paper tape. That’s right, you’d type and paper tape from a spool fed into the machine and came out with holes punched in it. If you made a mistake and backspaced, a RUBOUT character was written to the tape. It’s hard to feel sorry for sissies getting Carpal Tunnel Syndrome on the keyboards of today. One wrong move, and you could have your hand in a splint in 5 minutes on the ASR33. Images of George Jetson with the throbbing fingers at the end of his work day. Read more »
Joe, Ryan, and I headed into Brooklyn on Saturday to visit the Brooklyn Museum, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Coney Island exhibit before it went away. Ends up it officially closed the weekend before, yet when we got there it hadn’t been dismantled yet, so we got to see it. On the way down Flatbush Avenue towards the museum, we stopped at Flatbush Farm for a wonderful brunch. We spent a few hours at the museum. Ryan and I hit all the floors. Joe wasn’t feeling up to the whole shebang, so he people-watched (i.e. cruised) at a variety of locations with benches 
Nice to get out, been going a bit stir crazy lately. CARLOS
You’d think that the Pope would wear pants on an airplane. I was watching his landing at Andrew’s Air Force Base on TV, and it looked real breezy. If I were an adviser of his, I’d be concerned about a robe twirl-up while coming down the wheeled gantry to the tarmac. Finding out if the Pope wears boxers or briefs (or nothing at all) is more than I could bear. CARLOS
