Archive for April, 2008

In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinions in The Times. Maureen Dowd/Toil and Trouble The Short Version: The Senate hearings on Iraq were a tragedy of Shakespearian proportions. In her words: “You know you’re in trouble when Barbara Boxer is the voice of reason.” Score: A (Awesome) Great Dowd! Effective allusions to Macbeth, hilariously crushing critiques of […]


In which The Gay Recluse again laments the suffocation of the gay voice in American literature. If you’re like us, when you scanned through the list of books included in New York Magazine‘s recent “New York City Canon 1968-2008,” you had one reaction: wtf! where are the gays? In every other format, gays are represented […]


In which The Gay Recluse is graced by our most cantankerous correspondent, The Blind Architect. Today, in response to our recent post on shipwrecks in Washington Heights, we received the following report from The Blind Architect: [A]s usual, any noteworthy thing you can find in Washington Heights has already been done to death in the real Manhattan a few miles […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinions in The Times. Bob Herbert/A Different Kind of Election The Short Version: Even racist Democrats might vote for Obama given how much they hate Bush! In his words: “The table is set for the Democrats.” Score: B- (Basic) Nothing here to disagree with, but nothing you haven’t heard […]


In which The Gay Recluse has a bad day and indulges in a lil rant. Here’s a shot of one seriously fucking annoying thing some people do on the subway, i.e., leave their shopping bags on the seat next to them when the entire train is filled with passengers. Most days we would just tell […]


In which The Gay Recluse ponders random acts of beauty garbage. So yesterday we wrote about a giant-tote-bag-and-broken-sawhorse installation on 35th Street between 5th and 6th Avenues. Today we are happy to report that not only has the installation survived, but that it has grown! This is facing west. We like the way the new […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinions in The Times. Paul Krugman/Grains Gone Wild The Short Version: Add soaring costs of food to the list of ways in which we are completely fucked. In his words: “Oh, and in case you’re wondering: all the remaining presidential contenders are terrible on this issue.” Score: D+ […]


In which The Gay Recluse admires random acts of beauty garbage. If you’re like us, you’ve long wondered what would happen if you took the world’s largest (and Con Edison branded!) tote, propped it open with a broken sawhorse and left it for a week on 35th Street and 5th Avenue. Would anyone move it? […]


In which The Gay Recluse photographs shipwrecks lining the Hudson north of the George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: March 30, 2008 (afternoon) As usual, there were those who did not survive the winter. We tend to look at the wreckage with some disdain: “That could never happen to us!” Yet! There is […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Frank Rich/Tet Happened, and No One Cared The Short Version: McCain is a big fucking idiot. In his words: “The sum total of his public record suggests that he could well prolong the war for another century — not because he’s the crazed […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Gail Collins/White Guys Are Back The Short Version: Barack and Hillary are chasing after the undecided demographic. In her words: “The candidates have already resigned themselves to wooing people with political attention deficit disorder.” Score: B- (Blah) Some days we love Collins’ brand […]


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: When The Chutney’s Gone Subject: A very frightening woman describes a soulless […]


In which The Gay Recluse provides a gay alternative to this week’s Modern Love offering in The Times. Those looking for our quantitative analysis should click here. When The Chutney’s Gone (or Before I Came Out as a Lesbian, I Was the Worst Kind of Scary Sadshaw) By SUZANNE FINNAMORE and THE GAY RECLUSE Published: […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: April 3, 2008, wheneverness. Work was difficult this week. It was hard to concentrate. Life felt very distant. We wished we could take a nap. Somehow it never ends. “I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today reader Will wrote with the following update: I was just in New Orleans and got some more photos for your Hottest Gay Statues contest. They’re from the Mardi Gras World museum (http://www.mardigrasworld.com/). Laissez les bons temps rouler! Let’s see what New Orleans has to […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Paul Krugman/Voodoo Health Economics The Short Version: The Maverick is an idiot. In her words: “[T]he McCain health plan — actually a set of bullet points on the campaign’s Web site — is entirely based on blind faith that competition among private insurers […]


In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer. Time and date of photographs: March 26, 10am (ish). [We would have posted earlier but had a backlog of hot gay statues to attend to. (Plus we had to go to Pittsburgh for the weekend for a celebration.)] We’ve repeatedly documented the monstrous plumes of […]


In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer. Time and date of photographs: April 2, 2008, 7pm (ish) Although the worst offender seems to have abated after we called 311 a few weeks ago, there are regular emissions of nasty-looking black smoke from almost all of the rooftops. At least when it gets […]


In which The Gay Recluse contemplates an uncommissioned masterpiece from the walls of an uptown subway station. Consider the old panels on the subway platform wall, and observe the finely wrought precision with which each strip of peeling paint has by the hands of time been distressed in the subtlest shades of gold and silver, […]


In which Deirdre’s Terrain checks in with The Gay Recluse. Today we received this startling news report and follow-up analysis from our Manhattan correspondent Deirdre’s Terrain: ieeww I hate people who post picts & videos of their KIDS at the beach taking a bath etc etc… playing with their iPhone.. YUCK! why do parents post […]