Archive for the ‘GWB Project’ Category
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 […]
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Tags: Couches, Fish Tanks, Rentals
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
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
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
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
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Tags: Bedtime, Clouds, George Washington Bridge
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
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Tags: Bellflower, Campanula
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 […]
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Tags: Change, Conventions, Le Corbusier, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the GWB. July is the new August, and August is the new September. 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
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Tags: Climate Change, Clouds, GWB, Sundays, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Summer predicts the fall. I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that majestic bridge. The “little red lighthouse” was used for a probably […]
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Tags: Fall, Summer, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Most days we contemplate the bridge and wish that it would bring the same sense of order to our thoughts as it does the millions of cars that constantly stream over it. “I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and […]
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Tags: August, Cooler Weather, Stress, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Step 1. The radar’s kickin. Step 2. New Jersey goes insane. Step 3. The bridge is serene. 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 […]
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Tags: Green Sky, Insane, The George Washington Bridge, Tornado Watch
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Do you remember what the sky looked like on August 11? We don’t either, but this photograph has given us a clue. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel […]
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Tags: August 11, Clues, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Actually, this was yesterday. (We were so much younger then, we’re older than that now.) 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 […]
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Tags: August, Football, Reverse Bob Dylan, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Clear skies. (Are the Olympics over yet?) I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that majestic bridge. The “little red lighthouse” was used […]
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Tags: August, Clear Skies, Olympics, The George Washington Bridge, The Little Red Lighthouse
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. “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 seat of grace in the […]
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Tags: August, Clouds, Sunsets, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse visits a friend’s garden. “[O]ne can never satisfy the animal urge to escape, since from the chaos of one’s soul there is no place to escape to.” Peter Nadas, A Book of Memories
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Tags: Escapes, Hummingbirds, Peter Nadas, Souls
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. According to Stephen, when the sky turns green like this (about half way up on the right) in Michigan, it’s time to head for the basement. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made […]
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Tags: Le Corbusier, The George Washington Bridge, Tornados
In which The Gay Recluse visits a friend’s garden. Sometimes we long for more gardening space, so that we could enjoy exploding swaths of bee balm every July. But then we would have to drive everywhere. And our head would be filled with dangerous little songs. Don’t get me wrong, i think it’s terrible to […]
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Tags: Bee Balm, Closet Cases, Genuises, Homophobia, Straights, Suburbs, The Pixies, Wave of Mutilation
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