Archive for the ‘The Gay Recluse’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse loves Neil Young. We always remember when we were only five or six years old and one of our older brothers would play After the Gold Rush by Neil Young. There’s almost always a raw quality to Neil Young during this era (by which we mean his heyday in the […]


In which The Gay Recluse takes a look at what’s really going ahn. Although Maureen Dowd is generally liberal to the extent that she hates Bush — and hey, we can appreciate that! — there’s always been a disturbing and seriously outdated undercurrent of idolatry for the masculine — along with a sense that (like […]


In which The Gay Recluse loves Carson McCullers. Not long ago we finished reading The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, by Carson McCullers. Published in 1940, the book — as the jacket tells us — made McCullers (only 23 at the time!) a literary star. In the book, which is set in a small town […]


In which The Gay Recluse remembers tenth grade. Like a million other kids in 1984 we were obsessed with Murmur, by R.E.M. Our friend Tom owned the LP and we used to go down to his room to listen to it — this was at boarding school — and then we made a tape. (That […]


In which The Gay Recluse spots a remarkably dumb quote and posts it for your entertainment. Ok, so this is from a fairly innocuous Times story about how the post-war “white flight” trend is officially over in New York City, which is obvious enough to anyone who’s lived here for the past decade or so. But whatevs, […]


In which The Gay Recluse is momentarily exasperated. Heigh everyone! Check out these side-by-side ledes as they appeared on the New York Times home page this morning: John McCain A Scrappy Style By KATHARINE Q. SEELYE Senator McCain honed his debate skills both in and out of politics. versus Barack Obama An Uneven Record By […]


In which The Gay Recluse walks through the mist of a Sunday morning. Saturday nights can be particularly trying in Washington Heights. Especially now that it’s getting cool out, and you want to keep the windows open. But somehow a cool breeze at one in the morning just isn’t the same when it brings with […]


In which The Gay Recluse is officially one year old. So guess what! We made it through an entire year. For us, that meant 696 posts, 549 comments, 95 categories, 2,617 tags and 96,339 total views. It’s true that we were a traffic whore at times. Which we don’t regret, but lately we haven’t had […]


In which The Gay Recluse considers the ephemeral nature of art. Today we received a letter from “the fictionist,” a Brooklyn writer who inserts “short stories into the surrounding urban environment: a construction site, guard rail, park bench, etc.” Hmm, that sounds kinda cool…let’s take a look, shall we? This reminds us of when we used to be […]


In which The Gay Recluse records and tumbles. Hey fans of the British Invasion (by which we mean the one with Spacemen 3 and My Bloody Valentine)! Why not tumble on over to the latest in Saturnine Death Culture at Sea — recorded by us like five seconds ago on this very laptop — where […]


In which The Gay Recluse bemoans the state of the union. For as long as we can remember, our mother has (like us) been a bleeding-heart liberal, while our father has been a Republican asshole. They’ve been married almost 55 years. But then a few months ago, she told us that he was supporting Obama. […]


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 […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Wake us up when it’s over.


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. […]


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 […]


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 […]


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 […]


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 […]


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 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 […]