Archive for April, 2008

In which The Gay Recluse becomes a flaneur. Date of pictures: April 23, 2008 Location: 35th Street between 5th Avenue and Madison. We often think about the city streets as we would the surface of a lake. We imagine worlds beneath us we cannot ever see. The windows down are beautiful, however. Looking through them, […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Maureen Dowd/Wilting Over Waffles The Short Version: Hillary is a monster! In her words: “Despite all his incandescent gifts, Obama has missed several opportunities to smash the ball over the net and end the game.” Score: D+ (Deadly) Wake us up when the primaries are over. […]


In which The Gay Recluse watches plants. With a nasty apartment building looming over our garden, we felt we had no choice but to plant bamboo, and not the clumping variety either, but the running kind you read about taking over the earth. We rented a truck last summer and drove to a small town […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Bob Herbert/Clueless in America The Short Version: Kids are stupid. In his words: “While we’re effectively standing in place, other nations are catching up and passing us when it comes to educational achievement.” Score: F (Forgettable) If you’re in the mood to be scolded […]


In which The Gay Recluse works in the garden. Of all the trees that populate our dreams and fantasies, the dawn redwood — a deciduous conifer — must go at the top of the list. Long thought to be extinct, it was discovered in the 1940s in a secret canyon in China. (And not just […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Paul Krugman/Running Out of Planet To Exploit The Short Version: Let’s face it. We’re probably running out of oil. In his words: “But this time may be different: concerns about what happens when an ever-growing world economy pushes up against the limits of […]


On Miranda

20Apr08

In which The Gay Recluse appreciates Miranda. Many years ago we had a friend named Miranda. She was the coolest! She wore the smallest backpack ever! It was gold and she used it to carry her cigarettes in it and nothing else, and even that was a tight fit. She was a photographer and a […]


In which The Gay Recluse works in the garden. Time of Photographs: April 20, 2008, afternoon (ish) Today, a first in the garden! We heard an opera singer. She was doing scales in a nearby apartment. Her window was definitely open. She was loud! And she was struggling to hit her high notes. (She was […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Frank Rich/Shoddy! Tawdry! A Televised Train Wreck! The Short Version: That debate was la-la-la-lame! In his words: “I can’t remember a debate in which the only memorable moment was the audience’s heckling of a moderator.” Score: D+ (Dated) The debate already feels like […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! We have spoken on this subject before, but feel that it bears repeating. Discard your assumptions and stereotypes! Open your mind to new experience! And — most of all — remember: not every cat is a lolcat!


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Time of photographs: April 19th, 7:00-8:00 (ish). Washington Heights is a place of extremes. Even the clouds are intense. Life is nothing but abrasive. Washington Heights is completely bereft of visionaries. But resonates with the dead genius of the past. Here we […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Bob Herbert/Road Map To Defeat The Short Version: I’m sad! In his words: “Instead of capitalizing on the political advantages presented by these issues, the Democrats, with their increasingly small-minded approach to this election, are squandering them.” Score: D (Dull) Herbert would be […]


In which The Gay Recluse updates his informal but rather telling quantitative analysis of Modern Love, the weekly Style Section (of The Times) column in which openly gay writers almost never appear, and even less frequently describe a romantic relationship. This week’s piece: The Joy of Marriage Was Ours, for a While Subject: A women […]


In which The Gay Recluse provides a somewhat more pessimistic alternative to this week’s Modern Love offering in The Times. Those looking for our quantitative analysis should click here. By TORIE OSBORN and THE GAY RECLUSE Published: April 20, 2008 GAY marriage was never my issue — until I actually tried it. A little more […]


In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer. Date of Photographs: April 18, 2008 We’ve noticed that almost every chimney in Washington Heights is spewing thick, black smoke these days. It’s definitely a lot worse than it’s ever been, which leads us to ask: Does it have anything to do with the rising […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Date of photographs: April 18, 2008, 8:00pm-ish I, too, have an obsession with the George Washington Bridge. However, mine involves a nagging compulsion to complete a football pass from the deck of the bridge to a buddy on the ground below. —Ryan […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends, consider this! While it is incontestable that there are many cats around the world who are happily (or not!) photographed and displayed in a staggering array of sizes, colors and dispositions, it is important to be sensitive to diversity and henceforth be mindful of the following fact: not every cat is lolcat!


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Paul Krugman/Clinging to a Stereotype The Short Version: Obama makes me mad! In his words: “Over all, none of this suggests that people turn to God out of economic frustration.” Score: D (Desparate) Krugman is really annoyed that Hillary Clinton’s chances of winning the nomination […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Let’s be perfectly clear: not every cat is a lolcat!


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: April 17, 2008, 7:00 – 8:00 pm (ish). Originally the George Washington Bridge was meant to be clad in stone but fortunately they ran out of money. This is not a pattern we ever get tired of […]