Archive for September, 2008
On David Foster Wallace
In which The Gay Recluse remembers David Foster Wallace. When we turned 28 or 29, our friend Marla gave us a copy of Infinite Jest. We spent the next month or so locked in our room reading it, pretending to be sick and not going to work. To say it was Pynchonesque doesn’t really do […]
Filed under: Addiction, Pessimism, Ruins, Search, Sickness, Writers-American | 5 Comments
Tags: David Foster Wallace, Death, Heroes, Infinite Jest
On a Song for Saturday Morning
In which The Gay Recluse writes a song for Saturday morning. Oh hai! So apparently WordPress.com (on which The Gay Recluse is hosted) doesn’t allow you to upload MP3s, but for those souls interested in hearing our first musical composition since like forever, why not tumble on over to our Tumblr blog and have a […]
Filed under: Bad Rock, Gay, Good Rock, Ruins, Search, The Gay Recluse | 1 Comment
Tags: Epic Diva, Lo-Fi, Recording, Saturnine, Tumblr
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Wake us up when it’s over.
Filed under: Architecture, GWB Project, Health, Longing, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights, Weather | Leave a Comment
Tags: Bleak, Fog, Rain, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse reflects on those who died on 9/10 and 9/12. Every year on 9/11, our thoughts inevitably drift to those who died on 9/10 and 9/12. And whether their deaths were any more or less tragic than those so aggressively memorialized. Those who try to elevate themselves on the shoulders of […]
Filed under: Animals, Disease, Dissonance, Government, Longing, Quotes, Resignation | 3 Comments
Tags: 9/11, Death, Mozart
In which The Gay Recluse feels a little less depressed. So hmmm… we can’t help but wonder if the Republican geniuses considered the idea that they might mobilize a movement of women against Sarah Palin. Consider all the women in our family — who btw live in Pennsylvania and Ohio — who are srsly irate. […]
Filed under: Drivel, Government, GWB Project, Politicians, The Gay Recluse, The Times | 2 Comments
Tags: Beech Trees, John McCain, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Sarah Palin, WomenAgainstSarahPalin
In which The Gay Recluse loves bamboo and The Hills. So we just watched the most recent episode of The Hills. It was a lot better than the Las Vegas episode. We’re never interested in any of the dumb guys, especially when they end up in jail. But fortunately that wasn’t a plot line in […]
Filed under: Gay, Longing, Memory, Nostalgia, Pessimism, Television | Leave a Comment
Tags: Audrina, Bamboo, Gossip Girl, Lauren, The Hills
In which The Gay Recluse is still morose. Today we felt so completely trapped. By our neighborhood, our job, our possessions. Oh and our stupid country. Our life felt completely artless. But then we came home and watched The Hills. And played with the cats. Soon we’ll go to bed. We wonder what it would […]
Filed under: Architecture, City Pattern Project, Conspiracy, Dream, Government, Landscape, Pessimism | Leave a Comment
Tags: John McCain, Morose, Sarah Palin
In which The Gay Recluse questions the kind of man who berates a 75-year old woman for being pro-choice. Our mother — who lives near Pittsburgh in the “swing-state” of Pennsylvania — has been going to physical therapy lately because she hurt her foot. She goes during the day, when a lot of the other […]
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Tags: Abortion, John McCain, Physical Therapy, Pro-Choice, Republican Assholes, Sarah Palin, Schopenhauer
In which The Gay Recluse wears his landlord hat. Hey! Dreaming of renting a room in Washington Heights? Brownstone life? Expansive closets? Acres of sparse, wooden floors? Views of the George Washington Birch Project? Then get in touch! (Unless you have huge fish tanks or big blue couches from the 1980s.) (Edit: if the above […]
Filed under: Capitalism, GWB Project, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | Leave a Comment
Tags: Couches, Fish Tanks, Rentals
In which The Gay Recluse braces for the inevitable. This past week has been very depressing to us. You just get the feeling that the election is already slipping away. It’s not like we think Obama is going to save us or anything. But when was the last time we had a major candidate who […]
Filed under: Capitalism, City Pattern Project, Communism, Dissonance, Government, Landscape, Longing, Resignation | 2 Comments
Tags: Andy Warhol, God, Manhole Covers
On the George Washington Bridge Project: Special Welcome Hanna and Neil Young Remembrance Edition
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. The drainpipe was rattling on the house today and we had to tie it down. One thing hurricanes make us think about is that Neil Young song, “Like a Hurricane.” (Hmm, wonder why? Lol.) When we were in high school, we were […]
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Tags: Jimi Hendrix, Like a Hurrican, Neil Young, Rockin' Out, The George Washington Bridge, Time Capsules, Tropical Storm Hanna
On Guest Blogging by the Tsarina
In which the Tsarina exhibits a seraphic aura. Friends…not every cat is a lolcat. (Photo and “seraphic aura” language by CBNY.)
Filed under: Letters, Not Every Cat a Lolcat, The Russian Blue | Leave a Comment
Tags: Guest Blogging, The Tsarina
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with birds. With the addition of Sarah Palin to the Republican ticket, the choice in the 2008 election is even more clear: it is those who embody the ethos of the city — the metropolis — versus the graceless, who are too afraid to doubt. We are […]
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Tags: Birds, Democrats, Republicans, Sarah Palin
On Flags for Unknown Territories
In which The Gay Recluse looks through leaves at the sky. For a while we were thinking about watching some of the Republican convention. But — incredibly — it seems even dumber than the Olympics the Democratic convention. It’s hard to imagine people living their lives as politicians, or even journalists. But somehow they do […]
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Tags: Beech Tree, Birch Tree, Conventions, Journalism, Politicians, Sadness
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Summer was a waste. “I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever since as stoned youths me and my friends cavorted in the park on the New Jersey side that is directly below the place where the […]
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Tags: Saturnine, Summer Was a Waste, The George Washington Bridge
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