Archive for August, 2008

In which The Gay Recluse reports on monthly traffic whoring metrix to the Board of Directors. I. Summary OMG we were such whores, barely writing a word about anything and relying on an old post about women’s beach volleyball for almost all of our traffic! August was a stable month. II. Traffic Whoring Metrix WordPress […]


In which Zephyr gets political. Friends! Did you not hear it? In these dire times, we must always remember one thing. Not every cat is a lolcat.


In which The Gay Recluse hates smug people of any political persuasion. Aww, NYT “Domestic Disturbances” columnist Judith Warner is upset! She doesn’t understand why we have to spend so much money on pets, when we could just take them out in the backyard and shoot them when they get hurt or sick, like they […]


In which The Gay Recluse is tired. Bedtime. Sometimes even the bridge seems small and far away under the tumult of the sky; once crushed with regret and longing, we are inspired by its patience. –The Gay Recluse


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with campanula. Before we bought this variety, we always wondered why it was called a bellflower. Campanula is Latin for “little bell.” —Wikipedia


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. “Love is perceiving and perception is anguish.” — James Baldwin, Just Above My Head


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Change we can believe in. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel beams, it gleams in the sky like a reversed arch. It is blessed. It is the only […]