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Vamping for a Boston Dream

Buying myself some time before I write out the Boston posts from my most recent visit, this blog entry is an exercise in vamping before the reveal, not that there is anything to be revealed other than some anniversary planning, and the dream that is Boston when spring finally arrives. 

I’m lost in a world of make-believe dreams
But make-believe dreams won’t do
My heart is crying for a love that’s real
Like the love that I feel for you

I try to believe in make-believe dreams
But, make-believe dreams can’t be
Just like a clown, I’m laughing through all my tears
And hoping nobody laughs at me

Spring has been dream-like so far, and I’ve been maintaining a relatively calm baseline thanks to daily meditations and an intention to deliberately be mindful. During this period of Mercury in retrograde, I’m trying to act like the stone on the bottom of the river bed: being still and chill with the rushing of water and plants and fish all around me. 

I count a million sheep, but can’t go to sleep
My mind is in a trance
Thinking, does it pay to keep a dream that makes me weep
When maybe there’s half a chance that you are

That sounds simple but it’s not. I’ve been trying to be the river bed stone for a number of years, and it feels like I’m just stepping into the water. Bothered by its hurry and messiness, scared of what might be churning beneath its surface, and unable to simply give myself over to being part of its cycle, I still find it challenging to let go – of so many things. But the important thing is just to keep trying, keep stepping into the water, keep letting myself sink down into the perfect state of imperfection

Lost in a world of make-believe dreams
And make-believe dreams haunt you
Then we could put all our dreams together, all our lives
And make your make-believe dreams come true

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Five Years Ago…Pre-COVID

When I think back to five years ago, in those weeks and days leading up to COVID and the way it completely changed the world almost overnight, I forget how mundane and normal everything seemed until right before it wasn’t. I look at this recap of posts in the week before the world shut down, and I marvel at the plans we all once made. 

Then I look at the blog posts from the week that it all happened, canceling two shows I was scheduled to attend in New York and a couple of other big events we had planned, and I marvel at how nonchalant we all seemed to be. 

Then I look at the first week of blog posts after the world stopped, and still I don’t think we fathomed what was happening, or what had happened. The grip of fear was upon us, and in so many ways we simply felt paralyzed and helpless. 

It’s interesting to look back at that stretch of weeks, and the way they moved into months, and now years. 

Has the world learned anything?

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Preamble to a Boston Dream

The last time I was in Boston was in December, for our usual year-ending holiday escapades. I used to spend a few winter weekends cozily ensconced in the condo, but this year I’ve been away for the majority of the slumbering season. Kira has gone off the grid again and I’ve been in hibernation mode with Andy, so I’ve missed out on a Boston winter. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, as walking in winter is not usually a comfort – still, there is a certain magic to being holed up in our brownstone while a snowstorm rages outside

Alas, winter has come and gone without a Boston visit, and so my return this past weekend was met with the excitement of returning to an old friend – along with the realization of how long it has been, starting with the Christmas decorations that were still up. More on that drudgery later, when the proper write-up gets posted. For now, just a teaser of witch hazel…

… and a paint job that reminds me of a watermelon. Whispers of summer come too soon. In no way do I wish to rush through this spring. Or this year. 

Be present.

Be mindful.

Be entirely in the moment. 

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A Morning Candle

With the savings of an hour of daylight comes the eventual expenditure and recompense of said hour. On these mornings, it is dark when I rise – a drawback of the longer days this early in the season. When I’m working from home I have been lighting a candle until the daylight turns all the way on. It’s a small source of comfort when the mornings are still so cold and dark. 

It also reminds me that I need to restock these simple tapers for our homage to ‘Babette’s Feast’ – the upcoming dinner that Suzie (and in much smaller part me) are attempting to put on this coming weekend. It’s been re-titled ‘Suzette’s Feast’ and I’ll be trying my first effort at baking Rugbrød – a Danish rye bread – for the occasion. Unless I run out of steam, a distinct possibility. It’s only Tuesday, but Mercury is in retrograde emotion and all bets are off. Not that any bets were ever on – I’m not a betting man. 

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Fuck MAGA

MAGA is the worst thing to happen to this country in my lifetime. 

There, I said it. Not saying it and trying to accept and embrace people who are filled with hate, or support a dictator who is filled with hate, is just not going to help anything, so it’s time to stop that nonsense. That so many people have taken leave of reason, sense, sanity, facts, science, and basic human decency in the name of a convicted felon is one of the sadder aspects of our country right now

Get well soon, America. And I hope it’s not too late.

PS – Literally everything is way more expensive now than it was a few months ago, and don’t bother looking at your 401k. But at least we got plastic straws. 

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A Pink-Cupped Recap

The pink daffodil is an exquisite creature. This was the only variety of daffodil I ever planted with any lasting success, at the foot of a woodland path at my childhood home. They lasted for years there, consistently putting on their enchanting show every spring. Hybridizers have come a long way since then, as most of the color I remember in the cups was salmon or peach – there are not distinctly pink versions. This one falls somewhere in-between, and it was a forced pot in the local market. Still magical… on with the weekly recap. 

In the waning light of winter.

Bad Bunny bulging in his Calvins.

The Albany woman who mooned the men.

Tom Daley in skimpy attire.

Playing Block Blast is an emotional minefield

The last sky of this winter.

Touching grass.

A dream too much alone.

The dream of spring begins.

Dream a little dream.

Life could be a dream.

A pose that’s lasted 35 years.

Sometimes when I’m washing windows I hear this voice

We are not doing this shit again

A sugar plum ballerina guided us along the next installment of The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale. Twenty years ago felt so precarious at the time, but it was nothing compared to today. 

The first Sunday of spring.

A very dangerous book indeed.

Primordial reflections.

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Primordial Reflections

Our pool, closed since last fall, has begun to show signs of life. It’s shifted from shades of gray and black to blue and green – vaguely echoing what might have been the primordial ooze of the birth of the planet. Algae appears and begins its bloom – green cels divide and expand, inspiring other organisms to follow in their wake – life nudging life into life again after a sleepy winter. Soon the insects and bugs will be gliding across the surface of the water, while others will be twisting and turning in the shadows below that surface

On the afternoon these photos were taken, the wind and therefore the water were both still, allowing for distinctive reflections, which I then turned upside down to give a new perspective, showing the trees in their upright form, but as they are reflections there is something off-kilter about them. Together, they create a dream-like visage, fitting for the spring theme, with muted hues and the fading, drowned leaves of the bare trees below and behind the reflection. Layers upon layers of meaning and images give a deeper resonance to something that outwardly may feel muted and subtle. Just look closer. A good lesson for life. 

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A Very Dangerous Book Indeed

While I do not believe in banning books, there are certain titles that should not be in my possession, for the betterment of the world at large. Case in point is this one, entitled “The Courage to be Disliked”. Nobody in their right mind thinks I need any more courage to be disliked, and giving any more encouragement for what comes so easily and naturally to me seems ill-advised at best, and downright destructive at worst. 

That said, if anyone has any tips, always happy to step up my prickly game

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The Last Sky of This Winter

We have arrived at long last at winter’s final day. How many weeks has it been? Count the weekly blog recaps below and see for yourself. In total, it wasn’t a horrid season. We had some snow storms, and then the temperatures remained steadfastly below freezing, ensuring the insulating blanket of snow cover for the gardens and the grass. We didn’t lose electricity for any stretch of time, so we will count this as a relatively benign season. Peruse the weekly recaps below for a more detailed glimpse into how we made it through the winter wilderness, then look to the Eastern sky for the dawn of spring tomorrow… 

12/23/24 ~ A Recap Bordering on Holiday Joy

12/30/24 ~ A Holiday Recap in Limbo

1/6/25 ~ A Recap Filled with Comfort Food

1/13/25 ~ A Toasty Recap

1/20/25 ~ A Recap Slightly Later Than Usual

1/27/25 ~ A Recap Clad Only in Underwear

2/3/25 ~ A Recap Fronted by David Beckham’s Bulge

2/11/25 ~ A Day Later Recap Due to Divinity

2/17/25 ~ A Super Bowl Recap

2/24/25 ~ A Floral February Recap

3/3/25 ~ Already A March Recap

3/10/25 ~ A Lost Hour Recap

3/17/25 ~ A Recap with Outtakes

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A Recap with Outtakes

For reasons that should be obvious (these look ridiculous!) the two photos here are outtakes from The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale and were wisely never used in the final project. Twenty years ago I wa much more careful of my image and putting forth only what I thought was presentable, and these in no way passed muster. Today, I find them hilarious, and am happy to parade myself looking like a sheer-sheathed, frilly fool with peek-a-boo Calvin Klein briefs. When at last you know how to take the pissout of yourself, you become more or less invincible. On with the weekly recap, if it so pleases you

It began, sigh, with another FAFO moment for those who voted for the FOTUS.

This shirtless quartet of gents in shades of gray righted the ship for the moment.

Our lone Dazzler of the Day was Josh Groban, who hasn’t texted me since.

Gray matter on my head.

The cop-out post, or, a skylight pictorial series

Scarlet streaks of hope in a backyard of gray.

A scandalous take on boba tea.

An anniversary memory wish.

Birthday wishes for Skip garnered a favorable social media response, further evidence that people want to see anybody other than me up on here. So send me your Dazzler recommendations! Almost all will be honored! (Even you, Urbanczyk… someday…)

These days I find myself doubting everything.

Animal in meditation.

Obsessed – utterly OBSESSED – with this Lady Gaga song.

Disturbing dreams and comforting realizations.

Echoes of incense in a sacred space.

The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale went all gratuitously naked and nude, with an underwear-heavy post titled ‘Vanity Under Where‘ and then re-doubled on the effort with a post titled ‘Vanity Under There‘ and capped things off, literally all off, with this George Michael-inspired ‘When you shake your ass, they notice fast’ post

Now let’s have a great week of Mercury in retrograde! It’s Monday, my friend Ann’s favorite day, so rock out with your whatever out and do the damn thing. 

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A Diva Stops in Her Tracks

We pause once again to honor our posting schedule of The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale which will return next weekend (and do come back then because the ballerina bit is about to begin and it is tutu much!) For those who have lost track, below is what has been posted thus far from that 2005 project:

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

  1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three
  2. Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
  3. A Purple-Hued Interlude
  4. Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  5. Purple Puff Confection: Part OnePart Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  6. A Blue-Hued Interlude
  7. Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
  8. Bad Boy Bangs – Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
  9. Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.

The featured photo was a selfie (because some of us were doing selfies way back in the 80’s and 90’s, ahem) taken back when the Divine Diva tour was in its planning stages. I was on my way into the office job I had at the time, which was located unironically in the Capital District Psychiatric Center. Andy always joked/hoped they’d mistake me for one of the clients and keep me overnight, but I always outsmarted them. It was a brutalist concrete building inside and out, with large gaping stairwells that were not seemingly designed for such a space, as there ended up being nets of thick rope hanging over the spaces where someone might jump. Fascinating and disturbing all at once, not unlike the trajectory of the fairy’s tale already in progress… 

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

We have replaced ‘bedtime‘ with ‘scrolling in bed’ time and we are the worse for it. 

#TinyThreads

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Echoes of Incense

The last time I tried to talk to my Dad in church, the doors of the place were locked, and the church was closed to the public. That was earlier in the winter, which made the disappointment a little keener, having traversed the chilly path on an icy day. 

I’m not sure why I seek out a church in which to talk to him. He never much liked church, at least he didn’t seem to like it. On some level it must have brought him comfort because he went for the majority of his life, likely on the insistence of Mom, but still – he would only maintain something he didn’t truly like for so long. And so I find him there – or try to find him there, as I’m not sure he is with me in the House of God. 

On a recent Tuesday, I took my lunch time and walked up the hill to St. Mary’s, which was blessedly open again. It was also entirely empty, which made for a more peaceful moment. I slid into the last pew on the right, where light poured in through stained glass, and a haze hovered in the air – likely the remnants of the Stations of the Cross Friday service

The comforting scent of incense hung there like a veil between worlds – a wispy web of faded smoke, the smallest particles floating in shafts of stained-glass-shaded light. I hurriedly ran through the prayers I knew in my head, then attempted to speak silently to my father, though my heart knew he wasn’t there. The terror I felt in that same space, when he was in his final days, no longer gripped me; there was a duller, more muted ache in its place. One is sharper, but quicker; one is gentler, but longer. 

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Animal in Meditation

I feel accused.

I feel attacked.

I feel seen.

Mindfulness and meditation amid all the mayhem.

Try it. You’ll like it. 

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