I mean, really.

Gay men's home burns, with epithet left behind

i'm sorry...but i just can't believe shit like this still happens.

i mean, really.

i guess i'm spoiled living in New York City...and i forget that there really are still so many sheltered, pathetic, close-minded people living in the world. what is the point of a hate crime. haven't you people read The Four Agreements?!

i think things need to change. there i said it.

but then again...

More 'superstrain' HIV cases found

so basically we're busy killing ourselves as well. one of these new cases was spread from a man in CT man to a man in NY while having sex on crystal meth.

i mean, really. this is awful. to quote Larry Kramer's recent speech at Cooper Union:

"I love being gay. I love gay people. I think we’re better than other people. I really do. I think we’re smarter and more talented and better friends. I do, I do, I totally do. I really do think all of these things. And I passionately and desperately want all my brothers and sisters to stay alive and well and on this earth as long as they want theirs to.

Can we all help each other to reach this goal?"

if you have a moment...read this speech. it's amazing. available in print and here online.

so, let's all just wake up for a minute...thanks. then we'll get back to ziti.

Lunch with Jesus

i'm sorry...i can't stop posting today, but this is important.

1. i am addicted to blogging. probably because this is all new to me and i have no friends.

2. i just got back from lunch and i saw the Ark of the Covenant. seriously. on the corner 40th and Broadway. i am sorry that i did not have a camera on me and my phone is not up to par with modern technological standards. but i found a re-creation online (see photo above)...and, trust me, it is pretty accurate.

and it was really quite breathtaking in person. it was just sitting there on a pedestal. and a choir of young women were gathered next to it singing beautiful songs to Jesus. Harrison Ford was nowhere to be seen. And just think of everything he went through. And there it was. Right next to the U.S. Postal truck.

a nice young woman handed me and my co-worker, John, a pamphlet about God's Love. I told her "We're Gay." She just handed us the pamplet, smiled and walked away.

inside the pamphlet were beautiful pictures of developing fetuses and a list of God's Ten Laws (from Exodus). I couldn't find the part about the plague of frogs. I guess that comes later.

Ah, lunch in midtown. Blimpies, the Ark of the Covenant and God's Love all in 3 blocks.

I love New York.

The Walter Story: Part three

Sike!

No my friends (read: Dave's friends), my post is not about Walter or any other starchy pasta personality. It's about being ronrey (read lonely).

In a Radar magazine article I discovered north Korea's dear leader, Kim Jong Il, doesn't have a happy home life. His oldest son Kim Jon Nam, 34, has had multiple run-ins with the law and repeatedly sneaks into Japan. He must of gotten a big spanking from daddy when he was caught in the Tokyo airport trying to fly to Tokyo Disney with a Dominican passport. Doh!

But alas, Il views his younger son an even more of a lost cause. Daddy thinks Kim Jong Chol is "too much like a girl."

OH Kim Jong Il, with such awful sons. You much be so so very ronrey.

Walter. Update.

so, the Walter story has become an instant classic.

and Liz left me a message yesterday and said that she's been telling people about the posting and that they find it "amusing."

and, yes. i guess in some ways, it is. but Liz was somewhat distraught because, in reality, it was quite horrific at the time.

Liz also reminded me that after departing the multi-plex parking lot...we returned home and took photos in which we re-created Walter's tragic demise. Liz said she will attempt to dig up these historic documents so we can post them here. Don't cross your philanges. It was a long time ago...

And, yes, another innocent ziti was smashed in the process of recreating the events. A poor innocent stand-in who sacrificed his nameless and uncooked life at a chance to play the greatest role he could ever play -- Walter.

alaskan ziti updates

see the photo above.

my brother took that. seriously. he is in alaska doing oceanagraphic studies for the summer.

see the photo below:

that is me at my day job. and as a woman.

i stare at a computer screen.

he is on a boat machine staring at whales and beautiful mountain vistas.

today's trivia: should i spend $700 and fly to alaska next weekend?

whoever gets this question right, gets to send me $700!!

also, important update.

wait...maybe i should make this it's own post...yes. yes, i will.

hello teddy. hello david.

a real life A.I.

and it even looks like Haley Joel Osment!

a canadian shoot-oot to harris for finding this one...he wins a free website plug: www.harrisdoran.com

Walter

when Josh discovered Chippy the Smiling Chip (see post below) ...

It automatically brought back memories of Walter. Walter was a piece of uncooked ziti that cunningly escaped a boiling pot of water...one magical 90's night back in good ol' Hamden, Connecticut. I was enjoying a pleasant night with my good ol' high school chums, Liz and Tracy.

Walter slipped out of our grasp and was the sole ziti to survive being cooked, parmed and digested. When we first spotted him on the counter, we immediately recognized his bravery and his 'Krafty' ways (a modern day Robin Hood, if you will). He was given the name Walter. He sat with us at dinner and laughed as we munched on his lesser friends. He even jumped into the steaming bowl of pasta at one point to see if we would notice or eat him by mistake. Of course we saw him...and plucked him right out! Silly Walter!

Then it was time for a special treat. We brought Walter with us to the local Multiplex for his very first motion picture experience. Walter loved Titanic. He gasped at the bold costume choices and breathtaking special effects. And wept as Rose and Jack clung to each other in their final moments of hope and desperation.

After the film, we were walking through the parking lot...talking about the movie, laughing about our wonderful evening...how exciting this had all been for our little ziti...WHEN SUDDENLY, Tracy in a moment of maniacal glee grabbed Walter from my hand, threw him to the ground and stomped on him...smashing his little ziti body into tiny fragments. It was truly horrific.

Liz and I will never understand what came over Tracy -- jealousy, perhaps? or some kind of childhood pasta trauma suddenly resurfaced? -- Whatever it was...all we could do was scream. Pick up his remains and walk to the car in silence. We have never forgiven Tracy to this day.

Chippy brought this all back...and I e-mailed Liz about Chippy and she responded with the following (an appropriate memorium -- possibly 10 years too late):

"i'm sure chippy is a fine guy in his own right, but no one can ever compare to walter... chippy seems a little more obvious, his humor more bawdy, his interests more pedestrian. walter was nuanced and subtle and cultured... and as we tragically witnessed, a martyr for ziti trying to make it in a human's world everywhere."

We will always remember you, Walter. And this late afternoon's blog entry is dedicated to your memory. At least he will always have Titanic....and it is fitting that the last song he ever heard was Celine Dion singing "My Heart Will Go On" as the credits rolled and his first film and his life came to an end...Our hearts go on for you, Walter...and on...and on...

Adventures with Chippy

Have you always wanted a friend to be by your side through thick and thin? ['say of course josh!'] Good. But what if he was EDIBLE! Would that be even better! ['say hell yeah!']

Well here he is!

Chippy the Smiling Chip

gay days

creepy. (click the word "creepy")

i have written checks to this man...at my day job. i think the #1 reason not to be murdered is that your private life and fetishes just come flying out into public terrain...

but not to make light of this...it's truly awful. and my first thought was...in a moment of anti-gay gayness...only the gays. but then i thought, nah...i like being gay. and this shit happens everywhere and everyplace. (see "Attraction, Fatal") and, in general, the gays are quite a warm, caring and humorous people.

also, i have to admit that i stole this news item from my favorite daily gay blog:

towleroad

this is seriously one of my favorite things to read every day. it is basically gay news...everything from politics to random smut. i love it. spread the word!

also, i saw Mysterious Skin last night. (see image above) i loved it. and actually watched a good 30% of the film pushing my thumb into my temple. i think this was a subconscious attempt to relieve the disturbance. but a really amazing...and ironically, beautiful film. i've decided i'm a fan of Gregg Araki...and returned home to dig up and old video copy of Nowhere....which is really also quite excellent...in a more frivolous intense way. and Cristina Applegate is in it!! HELLO! love her.

Dave's Monday Post

I disagree with everything Josh said about the Penguin movie. Wait...I didn't even see it with him!! He is making up my life via internet. What the hell!? Blogging sucks.

Ok. I did see it. With Josh.

As Anna Paquin might say with New Zealand accent..."I tell a lie."

Josh (aka Mr. Pants) and I walked over the Williamsburg bridge, bought terrible red bevarages from Baskin Robbins...got simultaneous stomach/head aches and then recovered in an ice-cold theatre where we watched penguins get eaten by seals.

speaking of which...my brother is in Alaska right now...and he has to club baby seals to eat. i think...

anyway, i did love the penguin movie. until the end. when everything seemed okay...the babies were born...and the movie kept going. Wrap it up! I'm freezing! But for that, I blame the Angelika.

Also, I used to think zoos were bad. But after seeing what those penguins go through...

If I were a penguin, I would plead with the zookeepers "Take me! TAKE ME PLEASE!" Help me raise my young, keep me warm and fed. I mean the males don't eat for 4 months while they take care of the egg. 4 MONTHS!!!

Josh and I decided we should do the penguin diet. We are on day 2. Let's see how that goes.

I've already lost 8 pounds this summer. Which is weird...but true. And all my pants are falling down. My birthday is coming up. Please buy me pants. Or just wait 4 months...because then I may a few sizes smaller. Or dead.

March of the Penguins

"Awwwwww!"

That about sums up the great documentary "March of the Penguins." Dave and I saw this together yesterday. It was perfect timing to see it too. We had just walked the Williamsburg Bridge and wanted to see something chill. soooo... Penguins it was!

Basically you follow the journey and life cycle of the emperor penguin though beautifully captured landscapes. The cinematics are amazing. Wait for the credits and you'll see how they got some of the shots without a crane. You also have to wonder how difficult it was for the camera guy to sit and watch a cute puffball of a penguin get snatched up by an ugly bird. I'd be shoo'n that thang so fast man. "Get the f*ck away b*tch!" Yup. That's what I'd say. Bird beatin'. Yeah man.

But don't worry. Natural violence was very minimal with the thoughtful theme of penguin love being front and center.

Josh gives it 4/5 penguins

found this interesting...

great article on gay literature

and the author of this article, David Leavitt, wrote "The Lost Language of Cranes"

which i highly recommend...

Lost Language of Cranes

(did i do these link things right!?!? josh?)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: Dave's Review

i really liked it!

A NEW NAME!!!!

so...we begin again.

and i write my second blog posting. ever.

we have a new title. ourFace. and, yes, we share a face.

okay, we don't. but we respect and celebrate people who do.

ourFace (that of dave and josh) is purely metaphor.

and now we are starting to notify people of our new online creation. so people other than josh and i will actually read this and make comments. maybe.

and maybe i will figure out why people actually take time to share things with random people out in this space of the cyber variety. i guess this is kind of interesting. writing...reaching out to the unknown. or maybe i can make new friends. and promote my career. ah...i get it!

oh...and you can now look back at our early entries as a kind of sneak-peek into the development of this brilliance you see before you. a Making-Of, if you will. a Special Feature. an audio commentary (sans audio or commentary.)

also, josh does all the work. and then i just make snide comments and tell him what i think it should look like...since i can't even figure out how to get a picture on my profile.

also, i'm half-jewish.

welcome. to ourFace.

okay....

this is my first time ever writing on a blog. EVER. supposedly, this is the blog where josh and i write interesting and/or funny things. please keep your expectations low. maybe you will be pleasantly surprised.

1st of all "face" and "machine" are totally dave copyrighted. with a special shout out to mh3. josh has stolen them and added his signature "stupid" sans pre-fix "yur" to the title. this is not accusatory in any way...just a simple explanation of the origin of this here blog. a combination of dave and josh that is less complicated and more antagonistic than option #2 (Dance Dance Revolution Magic Sparkle Palace). don't ask.

i have to go to bed now. there is too much humidity to remain awake and content with life.

also, jesus love me and wants me to be well-rested for my incredibly important day job. if anyone is actually reading this...thanks for listening to me talk about nothing. i guess...in a way...that is what blogging is all about. nothingness in hopes for a moment of true inspiration or humor. maybe someday we will find one of the above. or both. or maybe kermit will just keep singing in the swamp.

(what.)

Overheard

Location: Havermyer Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

Hipster guy: Yeah, You got to love Johnny Dep.

Hipster girl: Yeah, I really feel I can trust him.