#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

Look at ‘The Gilded Age’ teaching me that a horologist wasn’t at all what I thought it was!

{Note to self: revise that unfortunate section on the resume circa the mid 90’s…}

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Telenovela de Navidad

Feliz Navidad! As an homage to the dramatic telenovelas in which characters find themselves in ridiculously-over-the-top situations and love entanglements, Kira and I did our best to keep straight faces (even harder for me) through this nonsensical series of photos. We’ve been play-acting our way through a scandalous series of blog posts for years now, and it’s always fun to get dramatic when real-life has shitted on us drastically enough for the year. This is an escape – as so much of my time with Kira has been – and a very welcome one. There’s also a very important lesson here, one which took me entirely too many years to learn: the lesson of being a completely-ridiculous ass-hat and being ok with it, because there is no such thing as being perfect.

That lesson always proves painfully elusive as we try to make every holiday season the best holiday season, competing with childhood nostalgia, impossible-to-recreate days of the past, and a world that no longer seems to hold the most basic tenets of compassion and empathy the least bit dear. There’s a little more to that than I care to explore in this post, so I’ll focus on the acceptance of imperfection, as that’s where I need the most work. 

Every Christmas, I set out to finish my gift-shopping early, to devise a decorating system and scheme which allows for maximum enjoyment and minimum work, and to have meaningful connections at some point with the people that matter the most to me. And every Christmas, I falter and come up short. 

Every Christmas I also intend to strip things back to basics and return to the original meaning of the season, and every season I largely fail at that too. This year, I’m doing a bit better, mostly because I’ve given up on making it perfect. I’ve limited decorating to my Mom’s new home and the condo for our Holiday Stroll and Boston Children’s Holiday Hour. I banged out this Holiday Card in a quick one-stop-shot with Suzie. My shopping’s still a bit of a mess, but I just need to organize what I already have and figure out the rest. 

There’s always going to be some unexpected drama that pops up – usually on the day of an office holiday party or on the eve of Christmas that leaves someone sore – and there’s always going to be the unavoidable let-down and post-Christmas-morning depression that reminds us the past is almost always best left in the past. Rather than fight it, which often only leads to more upset, I’m going to do my best to embrace all the quirks and set-backs of the season, to go with the flow and endeavor to be flexible and easygoing instead of digging in and being obstinate, even and especially at those times when principle and truth seem to matter. At Christmas, none of that shit matters. Eat the cookies, drink the egg nog, and tomorrow we may diet. 

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A Merry Mocktail

This merry mocktail is the drink of the season in these parts, and it couldn’t be easier to make. The most difficult part is the rosemary syrup, but even that is simple – it just takes some time to cool down in the fridge overnight. Mocktails are becoming more and more available, as those of us who choose not to drink are no longer being ignored. During the holidays, it’s especially important to have something like this on hand if you’re throwing a party or gathering. You can always add gin or vodka to it for those who want something stronger. For me, the rosemary syrup is all the kick it needs (don’t omit the cloves as they make all the difference).

INGREDIENTS:

  • 1 part pomegranate juice
  • 1 part pomegranate seltzer
  • 1 part rosemary syrup (see below)
    • Rosemary Syrup
      • 1 cup brown sugar
      • 1 cup white sugar
      • 2 cups water
      • Several whole cloves
      • 1 bunch fresh rosemary (5-7 sprigs)
        • Add ingredients to pot and heat until dissolved and just beginning to boil. Take off heat, let cool, strain, then cool completely in refrigerator overnight.

METHOD:

Combine juice and syrup and shake well with ice. Pour into cocktail glass and add seltzer. Garnish with sprig of fresh rosemary. 

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

When did we all become ok with spending $12.97 for a damn stick of deodorant?

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Through a Prism of Vibrancy

When the tumult and stress of the holidays begins rearing its unwanted twin-head, I seek out little pockets of respite. A glimpse of chartreuse lemon cypress reminds of spring in hue and scent, and a scarlet stretch of poinsettias provides thrilling contrast. Despite the fiery holiday tableaux, the beauty acts as a balm the way beauty usually does. It calms and comforts the heart, even as the craziness of Christmas approaches with all its noise and might. 

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

When you get soap bubbles in your ear and even the Q-tip doesn’t end the popping sound. 

Madness and nakedness – sounds about right for this season.

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A Cheery Holiday Recap

If you enjoy navigating labyrinths of links, this week’s blog posts should have given you oodles upon oodles of rabbit holes and choose-your-own-adventure-style antics. Celebrating the 20th anniversary of this site continues for the rest of the month, so more revisiting of the past will undoubtedly occur before we close the book on 2023. For now, a weekly recap to whet your Monday morning appetites

The unexpected delight of the Thanksgiving season was this reunion with our favorite babysitter – I was out visiting my brother at the bowing alley before he went on with his band, when a blast from the past brought us back almost four decades.

Thanksgiving was adorned by this appropriately-named cactus

All about the nog.(And someone just sent me an egg nog ice cream recipe – stay tuned… I’m like my own worst witch, fattening me up for the fire.)

A full moon fills the heart.

Walk a mile in my shoes. I dare you.

Dispelling bleakness by any means necessary.

Something comes over people the moment they start driving through a Trader Joe’s parking lot. Something really bad. Something really stupid. Something really annoying as fuck.

One of those linkalicious labyrinths I spoke of earlier in the post – this is a look back at Decembers of the past. Don’t get lost. You’ve been warned.

It’s coming on Christmas – rock out with your cock out!

Another linky, labyrinthine experience may be found here, where the holiday strolls of the past are remembered out of sheer laziness instead of writing something new. 

Time plays a part as we enter the last bit of the calendar year.

Without fanfare or hoopla or hype, I present this year’s Holiday Card.

The argument of his book.

Ben Cohen got naked for a good cause.

There were no new Dazzlers of the Day this past week, so send me some ideas of people who might thrill me, chill me, and fill me like a milkshake. ‘Tis the damn season.

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Ben Cohen’s Naked Holiday Pic

Nobody knows how to take some cheeky male nudity and turn it into gold for a worthy cause better than Ben Cohen. (And nobody knows how to pose for a sexy calendar better than Ben.) This time around, he’s helping to raise awareness of the importance of cancer checks, in the upcoming ‘The Real Full Monty’. Taking it all off and teaching in the process – Ben Cohen knows how to do the damn thing

{See more Ben Cohen here.}

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Time’s Trans-Shifting

The Argument of his Book

BY ROBERT HERRICK
 

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,

Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.

I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,

Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.

I write of youth, of love, and have access

By these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece

Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris.

I sing of Time’s trans-shifting; and I write

How roses first came red, and lilies white.

I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing

The court of Mab, and of the fairy king.

I write of Hell; I sing (and ever shall)

Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.

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The Holiday Card 2023: About Time

A pictorial treatise on the passing of time – note the consultation of a pocket watch while waiting for a locked portal – this year’s Holiday Card arrives largely without fanfare or hype. Some years are quieter that way. Not that I didn’t put forth any effort for this one – I still got into a wig and the make-up and an extravagant satin robe and witchy hat – and Suzie followed me around this tomb right before Halloween to take these shots. Then we went to Marshall’s and got Chipotle, or was it Moe’s? Anyway, don’t let that diminish whatever magic we might have conjured here. 

As I was saying, this was all about time, and this past year the passing of time parallels the passing of several people very dear to us. A few of my friends have lost loved ones as well, so a number of cherished people in my circle have been going through some sorrow. That changes the march of time too – elongating it in some respects, condensing and shrinking it in others. Grief, along with the process of grieving, works according to its own timetable – it will not be hurried or rushed, or lengthened for that matter. 

While the wig is not my hair, the color is veering closer to it. Laugh lines are closely aligned to cry lines, and both are deeper these days. The flesh on the rest of the body is fuller, fluffier to put it in a friendlier slant, and I find myself more lethargic and static, staying still rather than being in motion. A slowing down feels right at this moment – a pause of contemplation to give a respectful nod to our past, an honoring of time itself. 

A moment of reflection should include the option of looking back at previous holiday cards. I’ve only clicked a few of these, since looking back can get tiresome, but there are a few that still tickle me. 

TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
- Robert Herrick

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Time Absent

They took the clocks away.

The clock that once hung at the focal point of the office, if such a thing even exists in a sea of drab cubicles, was removed, but my habit and inclination of looking at it remains. I find myself regularly looking up at its blank space, consistently checking to see where we might be at any given point in the day, and all I see is plain white wall, empty space. There is meaning in that. The universe is speaking through my fruitless searching, but what is being said I cannot quite decipher at this point.

The clock has been gone for months, maybe over a year at this point, and still I seek it out, still my eyes travel out of instinct and habit, and each time I almost catch myself as it’s happening. I know right before I scan the area that it’s not there, that it won’t be there, and yet I still look.
Perhaps time doesn’t want to be watched or measured so carefully.

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Strolling into a New Season

Today is our scheduled holiday stroll, which finds both Kira and JoAnn joining in for this year’s festivities after a couple of years away. Last year Andy joined me for the stroll, which was a lovely twist, and may happen again, but this year it felt right to return to basics, and the very first holiday stroll was just Kira and I walking along on a snowy Saturday through the Boston Public Garden.

Since that first one, our strolls have evolved, changing into full-blown weekends with detailed itineraries, spinning off into Children’s Holiday Hours, and somehow retaining a bit of holiday magic no matter how old we get. Here’s a collection of previous strolls while we create memories of a new one. 

Holiday Stroll 2012
Holiday Stroll 2013 ~ Part 1Part 2
Holiday Stroll 2014
Holiday Stroll 2015 ~ Part 1Part 2Part 3
Holiday Stroll 2016 – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Holiday Stroll 2017 ~ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Holiday Stroll 2018 ~ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Holiday Stroll 2019 ~ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Recap
Holiday Stroll 2020: Canceled!
Holiday Stroll 2020: Recalled to Life!
Holiday Stroll 2022: Part 1 and Part 2.

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

My cockiness in strutting around in these pants was literal. I discovered this after a shopping expedition ended with a Starbucks break, and me looking down to see that my fly had been open the entire time.

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Decembers Past & Present

Arriving at the first of December, we careen to the end of the calendar year, and the final month commemorating the 20th anniversary of this website. To that nostalgic end, here’s a linky look-back at some of the Decembers that have already happened here. After the past few months, I’m in no position to predict how the December of 2023 will play out. With a weary and wary heart, I will do my best to quietly enjoy the holiday spirit when it appears, and to try my very best not to get annoyed when it doesn’t. Scroll below for more December mayhem from the archives of this ancient site…

Going back to the furthers vestiges of a website that used to get updated and wiped clear every two or three years, 2010 is our first flicker of archived dates for December. At the time Ryan Reynolds was apparently single and naked. That’s thirteen years ago, which makes for a substantial list coming up.  

December 2011 offered the usual charms this site has become known for: underwear, Madonna, childhood memories, and VPL.

Rewinding all the way to 2012 brings us back to things that feel long gone – like holidays where children flitted about while blissfully unaware of their phones, television sets that were bulkier than any bulge caught in their reflection, and the typical hints at male nudity that once fueled clicks to this site. 

Jockstraps, parties, vacations, David Beckham in his underwear and More gave 2013 its oomph – and that was a full decade ago. 

By December of 2014, the site found its escapist groove with visits to Maine, Broadway, Cape Cod, Boston, Florida and Minneapolis – and a revisiting of a favorite mantra: you flush it, I flaunt it.

Some almost-naked Zac Efron GIFs were enough to put December 2015 on the map, plus some cologne, Sunset Boulevard, and booty-teasers.

By December 2016 we were all growing up, most notably the Ilagan twins, who were no longer the babies they once were. Not to worry, everything was still as if we never said goodbye. 

The gray hair started coming in circa December 2017 (ok, maybe a little sooner) and time just kept on ticking. 

Filipino family dinner fare, Tiny Threads, and Tom Ford kept things on track for December 2018.

In so many ways, December 2019 feels like the very last month of innocence. Revisiting posts from that time period just prior to COVID is like a portal to another universe since so much has happened since then.

Thick in the muck of COVID, 2020 changed everything, even December, shattering every single tradition to which we so desperately clung, as if we could hang onto youth, or the past, in any meaningful way. 

By December 2021, we were still attempting to find the dazzle and sparkle at the end of the year.

That brings us to last year, and December 2022 brought us back to where it all began: family and friends, and a bonus of God-parenthood. 

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

People, upon entering any Trader Joe’s parking lot (and particularly the one on Wolf Road): 

I’m so dumb.

I stupid. 

I forgot how to drive.

What is this small room with wheels I’m in?

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