Friday, February 13, 2009

FRIDAY THE 13TH


I have a close family member who is inconsolable with an unidentified depression and sickness. I'm very concerned. A white candle with a piece of white paper under it is a great staple item remedy. I positioned reflective items around the candle to magnify more light into the area.


Leave candles untouched and don't move spells. That is what they say. Many great things have been learned by people over the years, but you don't have to stick to these things. I moved the whole display into the sun this afternoon to better suit my needs. Your dabbling is your creation, make up your own rules and even language if you like. For example, I was raised Christian Scientist (which is a dwindling religion based on eastern mysticism in a Christ like format founded by a rather psychic aristocrat from the Victorian era into Spiritualism named Mary Baker Eddy) and on the seal of the religion it says "Heal the sick / Raise the dead / Cleanse the lepers / Cast out demons". I'm not a big fan of Christ based anything, but I read some Mary Baker Eddy. I've changed "Cast out demons" to "Cast UP demons". Everything should have a chance to improve itself and giving something wicked an opportunity at some light is often all it needs to get get out!


When I was a child I had to have a crystal ball so my dad took me to a magic shop on madison avenue to get one. I spent hours in the sun and by candlelight glaring at it waiting to see something. Before 12 years old I was allowed to buy whatever occult literature I wanted as it was clearly a passion of mine and my parents thought it was very amusing. Years later as an adult some guy I was fooling around with somehow got a hold of my dad's crystal ball and was about to... do something with it, to my horror. I was put off quickly and let's just say we had to wrap it up. Sheesh. By the way, I can't wait to get magical inscriptions on my hands!


When locked away in a Judeo-Christian wasp athletics based boarding school from 12 years old on my occult mail order book purchases and correspondence with practicing people across the nation and in England skyrocketed. Fearful of exposure I kept what I needed in a trunk and transcribed what I wanted into a Book of Shadows with a quill pen and India ink. I would then get rid of the books and correspondence. I still have the book and dusted it off and it's an amazing piece of work I must say. Every letter is miniscule and written with a calligraphic or artistic flourish. It goes on for pages, I don't know how I did it. I had the copper pentacle above made by some Witches in Salem through Laurie Cabot at the time I was in this awful school. The artists, Gypsy & Pendragon, etched the pentacle with a laser, which was very high tech and expensive at the time.
I haven't used it in a while. It's very beautiful.

DAGGERS


The little daggers I had put on either side of the crest a few weeks ago have just healed. Cute little things, aren't they?


Oh, and this little thing on my neck. Eitel family crest, the one on my chest is from another side of the family.

ACCESSORIZE WISELY


A child, terrorized by it's abusive mother, was crying in the back of the bus when I got on and I didn't have a tissue or handkerchief to hand to her. Her mother sat far away with her arms crossed, electric red faced. Don't get all argumentative with me, but she was Hispanic and I live in a mostly (well, now dwindling) Hispanic neighborhood and I see a lot of abuse from African American and Hispanic women towards their children. I'm not saying it happens because they are those ethnicities I'm just stating what I see a lot of. They say that when witnessing public child abuse to offer support and constructiveness or to focus the abusive parent on the lovable qualities of the child. The mother and daughter got off the bus and as soon as the bus door closed she had the girl by the the throat and was going to strike her. I got off the bus and tried to stop it. This is always a disaster and could lead to more abuse at home, unfortunately. They all always say "Don't tell me how to raise my child!" & "It's none of your business!" It is ALWAYS my business. The driver waited for me and I got back on the bus where I was greeted by a few (sorry they were) separate hispanic ladies who asked who I thought I was, told me that the child was out of control and that it wasn't my business. They were hot and hostile towards me. Once a woman I intervened with (after her "it's noyb" protest) said that if her husband was there he would knock me out. No doubt. I am going to have to accept my powerlessness in future situations, but if a child is so small and the abuser is so much bigger and I am so much bigger than the abuser, is there nothing that I can do (outside of being a bully as well)?


My friend understood my upset at this and how I was looking for simple monogram mens handkerchiefs and she found a whole stack of dead stock for me!

ANNA COPACABANA SIGHTING


She can make concrete look like cosmos!

MERRY POPPERS



I'm glad they spelled it out for me, I was never too sure. Taking my mom to this warmed her 73 year old heart. I used to loathe musicals and all this nonsense, but I loved this. There was a very dark side to it as well.




The New Amsterdam theater, restored by Disney, was an art nouveau wonder with a Bacchus theme. I was unable to capture pretty much any of it but a few lighting fixtures which were miniscule in comparison to the enormity of this decortive space.



I believe deeply in Liberty. In the basement there was a colosseum type of atrium with paintings in it's dome and this huge ceiling ornament. Written around the circle, "I would rather laugh in life with a fool than suffer in life with experience."

Everyone I know exclusively hates this song and thinks it was the biggest most awful downer in the score, but it was always my favorite and I was in tears during the stage version. They carted a frumpy old hag out to play the role who looked just like this, church and all.
To me, Mary Poppins is a Bodhisattva that arrives auspiciously, transforms a family with lessons of compassion and love over wealth and then mysteriously leaves when the wind changes ascending into the skies. They hooked this MP up to a wire and she floats over the audience at the end with her umbrella open.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

DJ TENNESSEE OF THE LEGENDARY CHILDREN




Tennessee is one of the original kids that came up from the south along with Lahoma VanZandt, Larry Tee and RuPaul. Ran into him again recently and he has a show, Tennavision, airing every monday night at 12:20 am (tues morning) on channel 56. Do you live in Manhattan? Oh, well sorry if you don't because then you can't see it. Sorry about that. Oh wait, you can see it at www. mnn. org.
I love old club invites from when clubs were clubs...






Wednesday, February 11, 2009

MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE



ol·i·gar·chy

Pronunciation:
\ˈä-lə-ˌgär-kē, ˈō-\
Function:
noun
Inflected Form(s):
plural ol·i·gar·chies

1: government by the few

2: a government in which a small group exercises control especially for corrupt and selfish purposes ; also : a group exercising such control

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plu·toc·ra·cy

Pronunciation:
\plü-ˈtä-krə-sē\
Function:
noun
Inflected Form(s):
plural plu·toc·ra·cies
Etymology:
Greek ploutokratia, from ploutos wealth; akin to Greek plein to sail, float — more at flow

1 : government by the wealthy 2 : a controlling class of the wealthy

ÇUNT BOYACıOğLU

heehee!

INSTALLATION CIRCUS


I know I'm just terrible, and this is a terrible shot. Sorry for the bad focus, but I popped it quick. My huge Russian bearded super came by to install a chandelier at the top of the stairs and brought a 2' tall very polite Mexican young man with him. When they were in very close quarters with each other and physically mashed into being practically a combined entity during the most difficult and miserable part of the installation, I creeped by took this. The big dude looked down and just shook his head while I minced around the living room looking at the picture giggling.

SOME SIGNS


Full of WHAT?!?! This ad is all over the city's mass transit system. Imagine this orgy being the last image you see before getting hit by a bus. Let's break this image down. Starting clockwise, let's acknowledge the most exciting and screwed up character in this image: the ethnically ambiguous gal with ALL that *ss bone sticking out! She's cradled by the leg warmer queen who is also holding hands with the handsome chesty I'm-so-hot-and-cool dude they threw in in case your eye didn't already go to the *ss bone enough. Then we have the other guy in the picture who is having a touching connection with the *ass bone gal even during her entanglement with all these other folks. The possibly lesbian woman in plaid looks on longingly. They have all chewed dentyne before so as not to smell gross at the orgy. Supposedly cool and young straight people wish and dream that their sex lives were this exciting. What IS GOING ON HERE?!?!


I did indeed love K. I wonder if Jacqueline Smith did as well. They're closing the K mart on Astor place soon.


You can't get the American yellow label bottles of K no 'mo. I'm not a druggie, but I would do K again in a heartbeat. It's totally an sublime exception. It brings you closer to God.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

FLAB MINIMIZATION


I want to get black swans on the sides of my abdomen.


I was unable to workout for around 9 months. Back at it again, It's been a month and a half of 45 minutes of cardio a day moving into fairly regular weightlifting afterwards. I'm not crazy about the sides of my lower back. I have a haunting feeling that this is just the way it is as everything around it is getting all ripped. Maybe I should just get it sucked again like I did my first year of college and scratch the tattoos.


Hell, I'll just do both. If the area doesn't let up with hard work by summer I'm going in there. Ah, there it is! The beautiful liposuction fat receptacle tree.

Monday, February 9, 2009

IEMRA.COM

I pieced the banner with the map and the globe together for this site. There isn't anything as heartwarming as a slideshow that cuts from images of happy children wearing American flags to people in biohazard suits helping bloody victims, "I.E.M.R.A. is a private, New York state corporation that is not affiliated with any government organization (federal, state or local)"... but they have their own badge! I love stuff like this.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

I DON'T NEEDIT


Well, actually, I probably do. Between all the protein shakes and piles of broccoli and brown rice void of sauce my tastes are drastically changing. I've even lost my sweet tooth over the past three years - the idea of eating ice cream makes me want to ralph.


There is something else I need and I'm glad I'm finally feeling some need for it at all. I don't talk about... "the act"... on my blog partially because my interest had waned. I also think most beefcake/sex imagery is tacky and it's not what I find attractive. No, it's not impotence - I'm just fine, I'm just over it. It's finally been determined that I have lowering testosterone levels and now I'm with a straight old waspy doctor that is not into fitness that does not understand the importance for a Gay man who has avidly pursued weightlifting and wants growth and, God forbid, some fun in his life. So this stinks because I have to look for another doctor and I'm in fear of the ever deteriorating chemical composition of my masculinity. I've been on the smallest dosage of dermal applied testosterone I could squeeze out of the doctor for a week now, but I'm actually already feeling a difference. People I'm attracted to that show an interest in me are physically moving a little closer into my personal space. I don't know why I'm sharing all this, it's none of your business. Let me just say that a waiter made me blush in a restaurant today (just a little) and then loitered and rubbed against me with his elbow by the register when there was plenty of space and he had things to do. That was a big deal for me, the guy that has made every effort to look away from absolutely everything he finds delightful.

Friday, February 6, 2009

MY RAGE TAKES A RECESS

I really don't enjoy putting people in their place, it's a full time and tacky job. But I won't be spoken down to. Let me add levity to my blog with a series of pictures of rainbows followed by the children of the world...




HE DID IT TO ME


I deleted the ranting text to this entry. I am unfortunately a very nice person & I'm a sucker for hurt feelings.

ASSTOR


I don't know why I used a Wizard of Oz font on the below part.
And a few other things to reinforce how sick we should all be...




Remember this indian queen with the pony tail and the pointy sunglasses?

OH MAX


Had a huge crush on the robot Maximilian from The Black Hole as a kid. I think it's the effect of the floating red torso and the neckless swiveling head. Any beautifully designed fascist oriented piece of fiberglass made me hot. Not a sci-fi geek, but still have a crush on storm troopers.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

THE VACUOUS - AND NOW FACELESS - REAL HOUSEWIVES


They sashay towards you, gleaming with satisfaction as they carry slightly tiffany blue shopping bags filled with platinum diamond studded Manhattan buildings and even the Statue of LIberty! These people! I was amazed that this poster lasted as long as it did in this city during this time.

4 DEGREES EVENING LOOK AWARD


There is ice lining everything. Everyone in NYC is wearing pilling dusty lint covered ratty black sock hats and coats. The soup lines will be set up any moment, and New Yorkers are always prepared to look appropriate. I love that this very elderly lady put bright splashes of color into her outfit and wore rather short skirt in the cold. Bless her heart. Recession dinner: One local unwrapped empanada in a clear plastic bag.

YES SHE DID!