Archive for October, 2008

In which The Gay Recluse needs a nap. We’re not sure why, but this has been the longest week in history. The election, the economy, the daylight-savings extension: all of it has left us utterly exhausted. (Or maybe it was the ten beers we had last night?) Today when we couldn’t handle it anymore, we […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the Empire State Building. Sometimes we spend our entire day at work looking at the computer screen. And then something will remind us to turn around and look out the window. And we’ll spend a few minutes staring at the Empire State Building. And we’ll think […]


In which The Gay Recluse goes to Broadway. Ohai, so did anyone else see these crazy new storefronts in Washington Heights, on Broadway between 160 and 161? (We didn’t think so.) They went in a few weeks ago — during the middle of the night — and there’s still no signage or anything else to […]


In which The Gay Recluse is like, srsly, wtf? There’s really nothing we can say about Proposition 8 that hasn’t already been said, but we’re going to add our two cents anyway, just because it’s the right thing to do. (Oh and supposedly we’ll be eligible for a $50 gift certificate on Amazon.) Obvs there […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes sad and nervous, yet tries to remain hopeful. Today we were talking to our mother, who was telling us how disappointed she is in some of her old (in every sense) friends who are voting for McCain. When she pressed them as to why, all they could offer was […]


In which The Gay Recluse takes a drive. Yesterday we were in Dupont Circle, and today we were in Northern Westchester, where we like to go each year to 1) pick up mulch for the garden, 2) pig out on fresh donuts and hot cider, and 3) buy apples. There have been times in the […]


In which The Gay Recluse says wtf, dudebro? Although it’s not impossible to imagine a scenario in which a straight-guy literary critic does not expose himself as a moronic dudebro as he mocks other straight guys by writing 1) “Lev Grossman fellates Updike with a knowing look as Updike cradles his bald head in a […]