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Category Archives: General

Wacky Wednesday: Jockstrap Hump

The Delusional Grandeur Tour got over the hump with its recent spattering of Tour Book entries, chronicling the Warrior Retribution portion of the proceedings. Non-fans of the darker images can relax and rest easy now – from here on out it’s going to be beauty and fashion and flowers and shit – and something a little bit deeper, but that’s for you to discover on your own.

For this Hump Day, here’s a jockstrap shot that never made the final Tour Book, taken as noted from the Warrior section. {You may revisit that lengthy chapter at these links: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight.}

And if you like jockstraps, you can visit these posts: Jockstrap One, Jockstrap Two, Jockstrap Three, Jockstrap Four, Jockstrap Five, Jockstrap Six, Jockstrap Seven, Jockstrap Eight. What can I say? We like to get linky here.

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Bric-à-Brac

This is a clean-up post, wherein a random assortment of photos that didn’t quite find their place in previous posts get dumped so I can clear out some flash drives and you can see some almost-rans. It’s a glimpse behind the curtain, and I have no issue stepping aside for yapping dogs. Originally, I was going to go into their respective backgrounds and offer a background for why they didn’t make the cut, but it’s more fun (and way more easy) to let them speak for themselves. Choose your own adventure.

 

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The 1st May Recap, on the 2nd

The lovely and lusty month of May is at hand, but before we indulge let’s recap the last week of April, because good stuff happens then too. It began with a collection of keys. Outside, more lessons revealed themselves. Some stories longed to be told, but I wasn’t going to whisper them. There were parties to plan, and friends to gather. In the air, a hawk swooped through the middle of the day.

A lackluster Madonna Timeline proved that I don’t love everything she does.

Waiting for the day’s eye.

Mae West knows best.

The Delusional Grandeur Tour got all bloody.

Jewels & fruit.

The ‘Warrior Retribution‘ section began its jock-strap-shrouded descent, before concluding in superhero fashion.

A bevy of beautiful men bellied up to the Hunk bar: Ryan Serhant, Nathan McCallum, Ashley McKenzie, and Guilherme Rufino.

The beginning of May.

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May Be

While naming favorites is my least favorite thing to do, May is definitely in my top three of favorite months. It has within it the entire anticipatory thrill of summer, and the very high-point of spring – the best of both worlds at once. That time is again upon us, but before looking forward (and there’s a lot to look forward to) here’s a little look back at last May:

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The DG Tour: Warrior Retribution ~ Part 8

I CAN’T BE YOUR SUPERHERO RIGHT NOW

EVEN HEARTS MADE OUT OF STEEL CAN BREAK DOWN…” ~ Madonna

“The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. 

The monster who attacks me every day is destruction.

Out of the duel comes the transformation.

I turn destruction into creation over and over again.”

~ Anais Nin

THE DELUSIONAL GRANDEUR TOUR: LAST STAND OF A ROCK STAR

{Animated Alan Artwork by J.C. Etheredge.}

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The Bloody Heights of Grandeur

The Delusional Grandeur Tour returns to Boston this weekend, but first a look back at where we’re at, and from where we’ve come:

01)  Intro/Curtain – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

02)  Sunset Pool – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

03)  On The Road Hotel – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

04)  Rock Star Addict – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

 

05)  Animal Demons – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

06)  Steam Punk Birdcage – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

07) Red Riding Wood – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

08) Winter Top Hat – Part One, Part Two

09) Warrior Retribution – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Tomorrow we continue the Warrior Retribution battle, and as you may have noticed, things are getting bloody good… or good and bloody.

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Drifting Snow

“I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.” - Mae West

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Office View, Middle of the Day

Outside the 10th floor windows of my office, a hawk soars in circles. Carving wide curves in the air, its wings catch the currents and it floats high above downtown Albany. It doesn’t seem to be looking for anything to eat – no scurrying rodent down below, no nest to raid a little higher – it simply glides through the sky.

Without getting too anthropomorphic, it appears to be exulting in the freedom that being a bird entails.

Behind the glass, behind the blinds, I am not the only one who envies that freedom.

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The Hours Before a Gathering

That Virginia Woolf moment when all you want to do is throw a party, but your whole inner-world is in turmoil, so you go out and buy flowers because it’s the last thing that might save your sanity – this is not a picture of that. Instead, it’s a portrait of the last big party I had in Boston – for JoAnn’s 40th birthday. This year we’re reconvening on a smaller and more intimate scale, and Kira will once again help out for the festivities. (At least, I hope she will…)

Spring gatherings always remind me of Gatsby, of nights when the perfume of unseen blossoms fills the air, and the world seems filled with the unfurling hope and promise of summer. In the hours before the guests arrive, we pause and take in the moment. All the preparation and cleaning, all the assembly and finishing – it comes together and there is an hour or two of quiet and peace. Sometimes that’s the best part of a party.

In order to have the best of both worlds, this upcoming gathering is designed to be on the cozier side of things. Very rarely do I get to talk to everyone at a party because there is too much going on and too many people involved. I’m looking forward to breaking that spell.

 

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Street Flotsam

The dull and the mundane are often overlooked, but they have their stories too. Most of the time they never get told – too unexceptional, too uninteresting, too commonplace to be worthy of a tale. I’m not going to say anything on their behalf, however, as it would be conjecture and half-hearted guessing at best. Weave your own back-stories and make up your own fantasies on how these objects came to be discarded. It is a world of the lost.

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The Madonna Timeline: Song #125 ~ ‘Everybody’ – 1982

{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle, and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}

I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN WAITING, YEAH

I’VE BEEN WATCHING YOU, YEAH

I KNOW YOU WANNA GET UP, YEAH

COME ON…

 

EVERYBODY, COME ON, DANCE AND SING

EVERYBODY, GET UP AND DO YOUR THING

EVERYBODY, COME ON, DANCE AND SING

EVERYBODY, GET UP AND DO YOUR THING

 

Her first official single, ‘Everybody’ was Madonna’s clarion call to the world to ‘Dance and sing, get up and do your thing.’ Strangely enough, it was never a favorite of mine, and to my recollection she only performed it on two tours (The Virgin Tour and The Girlie Show Tour). It was the latter’s performance, where she intertwined some Sly and the Family Stone, that won me over with its funkiness (and Madonna’s exuberance when performing it for the masses).

LET THE MUSIC TAKE CONTROL

FIND A GROOVE AND LET YOURSELF GO

WHEN THE ROOM BEGINS TO SWAY

YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY

 

COME ON, TAKE A CHANCE

GET UP AND START THE DANCE

LET THE DJ SHAKE YOU

LET THE MUSIC TAKE YOU

EVERYBODY, COME ON, DANCE AND SING

EVERYBODY, GET UP AND DO YOUR THING

EVERYBODY, COME ON, DANCE AND SING

EVERYBODY, GET UP AND DO YOUR THING

Despite its iconic historical status, the song still doesn’t do much for me. And as much as I appreciate the sentiment, and its rallying egalitarian cry for all-inclusive fun, I’m just not especially impressed with it. That’s ok. Even the most die-hard Madonna fans have songs that rank low on their personal lists. Besides, if and when she decides to rework this for a live performance, I’m sure I’ll be the first on board to join in the fun.

LET YOUR BODY TAKE A RIDE

FEEL THE BEAT AND STEP INSIDE

MUSIC MAKES THE WORLD GO ‘ROUND

YOU CAN TURN YOUR TROUBLES UPSIDE DOWN

GONNA HAVE TO CHANGE YOUR MIND

GONNA LEAVE YOUR TROUBLES BEHIND

YOUR BODY GETS THE NOTION WHEN YOUR FEET CAN MAKE THE MOTION

EVERYBODY, COME ON, DANCE AND SING

EVERYBODY, GET UP AND DO YOUR THING

EVERYBODY, COME ON, DANCE AND SING

EVERYBODY, GET UP AND DO YOUR THING

It was the beat-fueled chirp of a raw form that would soon transform into the Madonna that conquered the world, but for that moment, it was just a girl dancing and singing and doing her thing. Celebratory, carefree, and completely unaware of all that her life was about to become. Or maybe she did know, and the rest of us simply had to catch up.

DANCE & SING, GET UP DO YOUR THING.

SONG #125 ~ ‘Everybody’ -1982

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Missing A Mad, Mad World

I miss ‘Mad Men.’

None of my friends got quite as into it as I did.

Maybe it was the deliberate pace of the show, and the nuanced atmsophere and detail-saturated obsession that its creators managed to create and maintain over its entire run.

There was something Zen-like about the show, in the way that somewhat-violent but fantastical trilogies sometimes are (‘Star Wars’ and ‘The Lord of the Rings‘ for example). ‘Mad Men’ carried its own violence, but it was in the splintering of families, the devastation of divorce, and the disillusionment of a country awakening to its inner-turmoil. Decades away, but it might as well have been yesterday.

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Keys, Louise

Pull me off of my knees! On a Monday morning, my favorite thing to do is lament the passing of another weekend. I think back to those precious moments on Friday, when it all began, when it felt like we had all the time in the world to do all the things we wanted, and the possibility of excitement and merriment and fun was all we needed. I think of a key – the key to a car and the start of an adventure. The key to a hotel room, and the anticipation of seeing what’s on the other side. The key to our Boston condo, and the beginning of a few days away. The key to a heart…

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Back-Aching Recap

As of this writing, and a full three days of working outside in the yard, my body is about to give out, so forgive me if this recap is lazy as a clam. (Are clams even lazy?) Anyway, we began the week with a few changes. Nothing too major, just a couple of differences you may or may not have noticed, starting with a revamped posting schedule that goes back to a more energetic time. That’s right – the third post has returned.

That makes these recaps slightly more involved, so we may have to jumble the Hunks together, or in nifty little snatch batches, like this one: Tommy Didario, Tom Daley, Kevin Stea, Aaron Valenzuela & Adam Von Rothfelder.

We also have a semi-regular mid-week feature – the Wacky Wednesday post – in which some silliness relieves the drama and seriousness of most of the intent around here.

Attention has shifted to the garden, thanks to some decent weather at long last. It’s catch-up time now, but there’s always a moment for a good gardening lesson.

The birthday of a good friend is a good thing indeed.

Chris Pratt was already a Hunk of the Day, but he gets a special post for taking his shirt off. Same goes for these guys. And Daniel Macedo.

Adam Levine paid tribute to Prince in this amazing way.

I am now a proud member of the Beyhive.

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Behold, The Pearls

Something about pearls never quite sat right with me.

I don’t know why.

Maybe it’s their overused ubiquity.

Or the fact that they’re all too easily faked.

Or maybe they’re just boring.

Classic, yes, but boring.

I own one real set, and they’re precious to me because they came from Andy.

I’m just never going to be a girl in pearls.

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