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Dazzler of the Day: Anthony Nerada

Today is publication day for Anthony Nerada’s new LGBTQ+ Young Adult novel ‘Skater Boy’ and as such Nerada earns his first crowning as Dazzler of the Day. Most writers are dazzlers in their own way, and many will have their own dazzling write-up somewhere on their website. Here is Anthony’s:

Anthony Nerada became a writer after his fifth-grade teacher told him it was his destiny. Since then, he’s read too many books (if there is such a thing) and explored worlds far outside the reaches of his own. Anthony holds a BA in psychology and two diplomas (one in public relations, the other in publishing), which allow him to write the day away while simultaneously psychoanalyzing his friends. Anthony lives in Vancouver, British Columbia, on the traditional, ancestral, and unceded lands of the Coast Salish Peoples. Skater Boy is his debut novel.

Check out more dazzling merriment on Anthony’s website here, where you can also order his new book.

{Photographs by Jordan Doak Photography.} 

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My New Social Media Rules

Today’s social media world is all about posting negative comments, getting upset and offended by every single thing that happens in a day, investing in celebrities who don’t even know or care you exist, and arguing with strangers from a standpoint of entitlement and privilege. It’s about making disparaging and nasty comments on someone else’s post, even if it’s clear they like the person or issue it’s about. It’s about so much awfulness and making up for what the rest of us can only assume is a miserable life over which you have no control, that I find myself engaging less and less than I once did

That doesn’t mean my presence, in service of this very website, has lessened. If anything, I probably post more because it’s so easy to do so at the push of a phone screen. But I do not linger, and I do not dwell, and while the occasional ad for a robe or a jacket will sometimes call to me for further clicking, for the most part I’m moving away from social media as a means of existence

To go even further, and to drive home the point of this post, I will not tolerate or allow negative comments or disparaging remarks on any of my social media accounts. I’m looking at you FaceBook and Twitter, and I’m not explaining or justifying my methods of determining what’s negative. If you have to ask, then I already know we won’t get along on a social media plane, and it’s better that we disengage with a clean and simple block. I just don’t have the space for that level of idiocy, or for anyone who pretends not to understand. No ill will at all, and you are always welcome to visit me here to see what’s up.

As they say in the retail biz, forewarned is fair-warned, so let the delete-and-block era begin! May peace soon follow… 

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Dazzler of the Day: Ryan Gosling, Again

Yes, we know, he’s Kenough.

And he has been for quite some time, which makes this Dazzler of the Day crowning intentionally redundant, since his star has been dazzling for a number of years, particularly this last one, which found him giddy surrendering to the phenomenon that is/was ‘Barbie’. (He also pulled an Oscar nomination out of it, even when some of the key players on that film didn’t – oh, you silly academy people…) Gosling has been turning in gritty dramatic performances in between all the pretty ones (witness the devastating ‘A Place Beyond the Pines’) and this second Dazzler is a long overdue honor, one promised in this previous shirtless post.

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Ushering In Our First February Recap of the Season

Here we are, already digging into the month of February like it’s some easy-down-the-throat dessert or dick, both with a creamy surprise at the end if it’s al done right, so let’s just hurry up and get on with it. Here’s your Monday recap, blatant innuendo and all…

We began with some blunt pee talk, because, as adults, if we can’t talk about going wee-wee, what can we talk about?

Taylor Swift continued to polarize, not unlike a certain favored diva featured extensively here. 

When soap gets in your ears, and you power the meaning of the ‘Q’ in Q-tip.

This blog turned 21, but I’m into mocktails now so save your toast for breakfast. Virgins up and easy!

Pistachios and a squirrel

The first winter without my father.

Snow comfort.

What the actual duck?

A gratuitous deep dive for anyone missing summer days in the pool.

Fuzzy flowers.

Drink/link this magic tea, you’ll like it.

Dominic Albano: underwear entrepreneur.

A quest for the best in blandness.

Dazzlers of the Day included Jordan Stolz, George Eads, Shilese JonesJeannine M. Trimboli, Brock Purdy, Trevor Lawrence, and Usher.

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A Quest for the Best in Blandness

Right now my favorite cracker is the Organic Garlic Naan Crackers available at Trader Joe’s, but not everyone (anyone) wants to deal with that parking lot, and sometimes you just want something plain and simple. For those moments, I decided to conduct an entirely-unscientific poll on which bland cracker is the best and here’s how the results played out:

I figured the main battle would be between Triscuits and Ritz, and I’m not at all shocked that the Ritz came out on top. We are a bland bunch of cracker-eaters, but there’s something special about that salty and buttery Ritz that brings back happy childhood memories of crab dip and Cheese-whiz. We all started somewhere. 

In hindsight, I should have included Saltines in this survey, and maybe I will try again in a few weeks to see if that changes anything. Saltines for me were for sickness. Paired with ginger ale they seemed to be the cure-all for whatever we had as kids. That nostalgia factor might shake things up in the next poll… 

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Dazzler of the Day: Usher

While the nation comes under the indomitable grip of Super Bowl mania, the performer of the half-time show earns his first Dazzler of the Day crowning, so join me in congratulating Usher on this latest achievement. He joins the vaunted pantheon of performers like Madonna, Beyonce, Janet Jackson, Maroon 5 (and Adam Levine’s nipples), Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake on headlining the biggest field audience in the world. Usher’s career has easily won him the honor of Super Bowl stardom, and if history is any indication, he knows how to put on a scintillating show. 

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Dominic Albano: Underwear Entrepreneur

Last month Dominic Albano celebrated the first anniversary of his underwear enterprise ‘Dominic Albano Collection‘ and in a world that is so dominated by the likes of monoliths like Amazon, it’s good to see a small business with the owner at its helm still making strides. His line has expanded from the early days, and he remains the face and body of his merchandise

I just placed my first order for a couple of items, and it sounds like Albano is making room for a new seasonal line. Reviews have been overwhelmingly positive, particularly regarding the feel of the fabric, which is the main point of any decent pair of underwear. 

According to Albano’s website, the key to the comfort level is the fabric:

All of our underwear is made from Tencel, a brand name for a type of Lyocell fabric. We design our underwear using Tencel for its extreme softness against the skin. Our customers have noticed that they don’t even feel the fabric while wearing them. They’re both lightweight and nude-feeling. Our fabric also has stretch and flexibility, perfect for athletics and exercise, and is great for all body types.

Our fabric is eco-friendly, sustainable and biodegradable. We pride ourselves on having environmentally friendly and responsibly made products.
  
D.A.C. underwear was thoughtfully designed for year round, multipurpose wear, including exercise. Tencel fabric is nonallergenic, good for those with sensitive skin, offers breathability and airflow to prevent heat retention.

Check out the Dominic Albano Collection website here to order your own pair. 

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Magic Tea in a Brief Post

With all this talk of tea lately, I just have one question: when the fuck does this shit kick in? It’s a cup of herbal tea called ‘Mood Happy‘, which contains St. John’s wort (which never worked for me back in the day), Shatavari root (never heard of it), Turmeric root (hello curry-not-in-a-hurry), Moringa leaves, Chamomile flowers, Ginkgo Biloba leaves (watch out for the dirty ginkgo trees if deciding to plant one), Lavender flowers (who doesn’t adore lavender?), Fennel seeds (and not even an Italian sauce in sight), Ginger root (love love love me some ginger), Black Peppercorns (I would have gone with pink because I like pink) and Cardamom Seeds (which brings to mind this glorious recipe). 

Maybe the tea is working – in going through the list of ingredients I do feel a little bit happier. Being mindful of the memories elicited has made for some magic

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Dazzler of the Day: Trevor Lawrence

We are knee-deep in the end-zone of the final days leading up to the finale of the football season, the Super Bowl, and so we have another footballer being crowned as Dazzler of the Day, Trevor Lawrence, even if he’s not headed there this year. Vidal Sassoon, get this guy a sponsorship immediately – or at least get Garnier on the phone! His locks alone are enough to dazzle – throw in his on-field talents and you have all the reason for this crown. 

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Fuzzy Flowers

Only when viewing up close and personally can one see the subtle sheen of fuzziness that encapsulates this unrecognized flower and its buds. I adore little details like this, so often unnoticed and ignored by the casual passer-by. There are times when I must appear rather spaced-out and lost in thought as I take a moment to examine these minutiae in the local greenhouse. It’s part of being mindful. It’s a practice I’ve employed since I was a child, an inadvertent element that informed a bit of meditation I was doing without even knowing I was doing it. Noticing the details of any given moment can occupy the mind and keep it from racing with other worrisome thoughts. 

In the midst of winter, taking the time to peruse every specimen in the greenhouse is an exercise in soul-sustenance. There are hints of spring starting to show up in the garden center and in the supermarkets now – pots of spring bulbs, and renewed fresh leaves in certain plants. I want to jump ahead and entertain more serious thoughts of spring, and some mornings I indulge in such daydreaming. 

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Dazzler of the Day: Brock Purdy

It’s taking me all the restraint and editorial self-control I can muster not to make any cute references/puns/limericks regarding the last name of this Dazzler of the Day, so I’ll keep this brief for the sake of honoree Brock Purdy. He’s on his way to the Super Bowl as the starting quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers. Once upon a time, not so long ago, I’m told he was deemed Mr. Irrelevant. I love a good comeback story. 

PS – Apparently he has another nickname, ‘Big Cock Brock’, which is reportedly more of a reference to his attitude than his actual stick shift. But supporting pictorial evidence is always welcome… 

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A Deep Dive for Anyone Missing Summer

Counter-programming for the winter doldrums is simple: bring the heat, lose the shirt, and go deep. Add a Speedo for extra incentive to work off that holiday padding (I’ve got enough extra to fill the stay-puffed marshmallow man’s costume). Who doesn’t love an 80’s reference? And who you gonna call? These pool pics of the past will have to suffice until such time that I adopt a less sedentary lifestyle.  

The smorgasbord of my mind, rapid-firing across frayed synapses, is like the world’s messiest charcuterie board right now: there is some good shit there, but you have to wade through a bunch of garbage like rosemary sprigs and a jar of weird mustard that’s way beyond its expiration date. (And don’t even get me started on pitted olives.)

That strange charcuterie digression aside, (what is with all the charcuterie references on this blog?) let’s delve into some aforementioned counter-programming since the groundhog has predicted an early spring, and I always err on the side of the rodent when it comes to accurate meteorological predictions. Again, I digress, when all you want is to get to the Tom Daley and Michael Phelps Speedo posts. Hang on… I feel it… It’s coming… 

Summer days by the pool have always been magical, in their majestic laziness, and the way they slink so sensually through the hours. That sun works myriad spells as it crosses the sky, when really we should be thanking the earth for just sitting there and rotating (advice that’s been given to me on more occasions than need to be recalled). 

Summer discovers where the boys are then quickly works to catch us all up in its heady siren call. We listen, we hear, we fall into its gorgeous trance, lured willingly along for the heated ride. Sometimes summer is a soundtrack. Sometimes summer is a Speedo. Sometimes summer is a knife. Sometimes, summer simply breaks our hearts

Inevitably, and often with some reluctant relief, every summer must give way to fall, which comes with its own enchantments and glories

Some days are still haunted, while others are filled with healing

Some days are quiet and contemplative, made of mindfulness and merrily mired in meditation

We work our way through all the days, winding our way to another summer again. May it not keep us waiting for too long. 

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What the Actual Duck?

Flummoxed by the way the world is seemingly headed, I’m left scratching my head and pulling my gray hair out of my head for the utter loss of making any sense of things. That’s a vague, albeit it grandiose, opening statement, and I’m even at a loss for specifics of what made me say it. Well, that’s not entirely true – I have ideas and specifics, but they’re mostly about politics and I will not sully this space with such talk right now. Staying away from the news and the political state of this country is my best recourse for retaining whatever shredded remnants of sanity I may still have at my disposal. 

Rather, the point of this post, and its title, is to illuminate how silly things are when you take a moment to put everything into perspective. When in the midst of a worldwide pandemic, perspective tends to shift in major and unexpected ways. Do not get weary or worn down, and if you do, remember to be fucking fabulous. It’s ok to not be ok, and to let people know you’re not ok, even if there is no solution or resolution. They may try to help, and try to be gracious about that if/when it happens. We are all doing the best we can. 

And so, whenever I feel like the world is gaslighting me, and I find myself getting bitter and angry about it, I turn that old standby phrase ‘What the actual fuck?’ around and switch out the ‘fuck’ for ‘duck’, and instantly I remember how fucking stupid and silly all of this really is. Perspective. Imperfection. Pantagruel. Rabelais. 

Always remember, when all else fails and you long to be something better than you are today, I know a place where you can get away… 

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Dazzler of the Day: Jeannine M. Trimboli

Last year’s production of ‘End of the Rainbow’ as staged by Curtain Call Theatre and directed by Phil Rice found local leading luminary Jeannine M. Trimboli giving one of her trademark electrifying performances, in this case as Judy Garland. It was a role which pushed her to new heights, both in her acting prowess, and her own personal resonance to the woman she was portraying. A recent comic turn in ‘Tony n’ Tina’s Wedding’ proves her versatility, more than ample reason to highlight her as this Dazzler of the Day. She’s reached a point of wisdom and reflection in her life, as evidenced by this social media post she wrote, which speaks volumes more than any accolade I could conjure: 

Never would have thought I could have left performing for a lifetime plus and returned better than when I left. Yet it’s the lifetimes in me that’s given me my spark back.
Having lost so much keeps me humble and joyous for every moment I get to do this, wherever that is.
It’s important to love the work because it never ends. The preparation for a moment that might never come.
And that’s okay. Because there’s also the pure ecstasy of being a part of something. A show, a class, an audition. None of it is wasted time. None of it. ~ Jeannine M. Trimboli

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Snow Comfort

On the morning after a snowstorm, the world is blanketed in a state of quiet unknown at almost any other time of the year. Sometimes there is wind – brutal and cutting – but when there’s not, the day can dawn in almost complete silence. On a morning like that, I will pause before beginning the routine, and look out at the world transformed by snow. There are certain scenes of beauty that can only be matched by the power of stillness and silence. 

When you are homebound by snow, when the world keeps you quiet and subdued, there is the space to embrace whatever healing still needs to happen. Winter, for all its seeming cruelty, will offer many of these moments. In the past, I would sulk and mourn such days, as if I had something more important to do, somewhere better to be. Maybe that’s a passing fancy of youth. Maybe it was more pointedly a fault of my own. 

This winter, after a few winters of practice, I have learned to slow down, to appreciate the way winter rolls, the way it makes for a hospitable environment for growth in the most unlikely of ways. Many people think of winter as the season of slumber, while forgetting that sleep is the often the best way to recover and recuperate from injury and ailment. Healing comes from such sleep, and from slowing down and facing what hurts. 

Facing it, sitting with it, holding it, and, when it’s ready to depart, letting it go. 

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