Archive for the ‘The Gay Recluse’ Category
In which The Gay Recluse incurs the wrath of Stephanie. Remember how we took on Milan Kundera for writing homophobic blather in The Curtain, his highly acclaimed book of essays about the art of novel-writing? In which he says that Albertine was “killed” for him when he learned that the Proust character was based on […]
Filed under: Drivel, Letters, Sickness, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, Writers-French | 4 Comments
Tags: Anger, Homophobia, Milan Kundera, The Curtain, Unimportant Crap
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 […]
Filed under: Architecture, GWB Project, The Gay Recluse, Weather | 3 Comments
Tags: Le Corbusier, The George Washington Bridge, Tornados
In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Not every cat is a lolcat!
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Tags: Assistants, Cats, Friends, Lolcats
In which The Gay Recluse reports on monthly traffic whoring metrix to the Board of Directors. I. Summary The month of July was our third best on record, and despite some anemic posting marked our entrance into the Technorati Top 100,000! OMG, when you find out why, you’ll understand why we were such total traffic […]
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Tags: Board Reports, July, Traffic Whoring
In which The Gay Recluse is increasingly obsessed with trees. Of all the French photographers who documented Paris at the turn of the last century (and we don’t mean 8 years ago), we are most obsessed with Eugene Atget. Who can resist his urban streetscapes, his ghostly renderings of the city of light? And his […]
Filed under: Photography, The Gay Recluse, Travel | 1 Comment
Tags: Eugene Atget, Roots, Trees
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 […]
Filed under: Capitalism, Disease, Drivel, GWB Project, Landscape, Language, Sickness, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden, Travel | 1 Comment
Tags: Bee Balm, Closet Cases, Genuises, Homophobia, Straights, Suburbs, The Pixies, Wave of Mutilation
In which The Gay Recluse mercilessly slays giants. Hey, remember that stupid Nike ad we complained about last week? Guess what? According to a Reuters report, Nike is taking it down. From Reuters: The Oregonian’s report published on Saturday quoted a Nike spokesman, Bob Applegate, saying three separate poster and billboard ads would be taken […]
Filed under: Capitalism, Gay, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse | 9 Comments
Tags: Bad Reporting, Giant Killers, Homophobia, Nike, Old Media, Reuters, The Oregonian, Triumphs
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. We got home just as the storms were about to begin. 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 […]
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Tags: Home, Long Weekends, Storms, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse is increasingly reclusive. Sometimes things happen just the way you dream about. According to our research, the baby shoots will be 800 foot-tall culms within 60 days. The hope is that if we get enough of them, we won’t even be able to see the apartment building behind us. Remember […]
Filed under: Longing, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden | 1 Comment
Tags: Bamboo, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Dreams, Privacy, Screens
In which The Gay Recluse remains hidden in the summer garden. “[I]n the end we could choose only between the bleak and the bleaker – that was the extent of our freedom.” –Peter Nadas, A Book of Memories
Filed under: GWB Project, Memory, Pessimism, Quotes, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden | Leave a Comment
Tags: Botany, Fuscia, Peter Nadas
In which The Gay Recluse retreats to the summer garden. The European white birch has always been the focal point of our garden in Washington Heights. Each leaf, of course, represents a day in our past, and for this reason might seem more valuable if there weren’t so many. –The Gay Recluse, November 13, 2007
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Tags: Days, European White Birch, Leaves
In which The Gay Recluse retreats to the summer garden. Remember that post we did on that stupid Nike ad? Huge traffic whores that we are, we immediately sent it to Queerty and Towleroad, and they picked it up. And then JoeMyGod and Gawker did pieces, too! And a bunch of other sites we never […]
Filed under: Addiction, Drivel, Gay, Language, Resignation, Ruins, Sickness, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden, Traffic | 5 Comments
Tags: Arthur C. Clarke, Feelings, Homophobia, Lilies, Lolz, Nike, Retirement, Traffic, Whores
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. 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 to a buddy on the ground below. –Ryan Pissed and Petty (March 31, 2008)
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Tags: Orchids, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse throws out his running shoes and says wtf. According to our Harlem correspondent Neskers, the below ad is plastered all over phone booths in his neighborhood: We’d like to say fuck you, Nike, and all the advertising geniuses who created this piece of shit. Srsly, unbelievable. Nike should be forced […]
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Tags: Ads, Downlow, Homophobia, Nike
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with fish blimps. Blimps are completely useless. But we love them anyway. Especially when they look like fish in the aquarium of the sky.
Filed under: Architecture, GWB Project, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 3 Comments
Tags: Aquariums, Blimps, Fish, Jung, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. 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 is a pansy. It took him until he was fucking 31 to […]
Filed under: Architecture, Gay, Infrastructure, Longing, Resignation, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 2 Comments
Tags: Pansy, Sky, The George Washington Bridge, Tumult
In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly dies of dehydration and sunstroke. Yesterday’s sunset = today’s heat. But oddly, we have no desire to be at the beach.
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Tags: Beach, Dehydration, Heat, Sunsets, Sunstroke
In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Our country has a lot of George statues, and no surprise — given that he was known to enjoy the company of men in every way possible — quite a few of them are rather gay, although none has proven to be particularly hot. Albany, […]
Filed under: Government, Hot Gay Statues, Politicians, The Gay Recluse | 2 Comments
Tags: Albany, George Washington, Packages, Poses
In which The Gay Recluse explores a longstanding obsession with moss-covered brick. Bricks, it seems, are the literal building blocks of civilization, whereas moss is the incremental destroyer. To see them together — and to appreciate the beauty of this — is to understand that you cannot have one without the other, just the way […]
Filed under: Architecture, City Pattern Project, Longing, Ruins, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden, Weather | 1 Comment
Tags: Bricks, Heidi, Lauren, Melancholy, Moss, Revelation, Spring, The Hills, Winter
In which The Gay Recluse remembers life 100 years ago. Well, except for the satellite dishes…
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Tags: Grapes, Laundry, Roses, Satellite Dishes
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