Author Archives: didofoot
Water and big boobs
My arrival at UCSC when I was seventeen was eye-opening in so many ways. I met my first out-of-the-closet lesbian on my first night in the dorms, who lined up a group of frosh on her bed and lectured us on proper fisting techniques. I got my first roommate and met my first anti-shower campaigner–unfortunately … Continue reading
The unseen good old man
We’ve gotten a few pieces of mail addressed “To The Estate Of” for the guy who used to live in our apartment. I, in my ignorance of polite euphemisms, thought this meant he was just, you know, rich, with an estate, but the Lad says this means he is dead. You might begin to wonder, … Continue reading
Hunka broken heater
So things are pretty blissful here in my life, as many of you know now after seeing our new place. The heat is stuck on still, but I’m choosing to look on that as a metaphor for our burning love. I’m so in love with the apartment that I actually mopped the kitchen floor yesterday–not … Continue reading
Just on the off-chance…
…that anyone is reading this whom I or Brian have not already emailed, Mac needs a home by 4:30 today. If you are interested (and how could you not be?), complete info can be found here.
Four More Years, Alas
I just started looking online for coverage of yesterday’s big NY protest during Bush’s speech and I’m not finding a whole lot, even on commondreams.org. Can anyone give me a link to an in-depth story with maybe some critical thought behind it? Or if those of our crew who are actually there make your way … Continue reading
In which The Closet Shopper helps me buy some pants
This is a story about pants. Not just any pants: new pants, the scariest kind of pants there are. In case you don’t want to read the whole darn thing, the salient info is this: Tracy Miller is an amazing fashion consultant. If you want her to come work for you, check her out here: … Continue reading
Butterflies in the garden
Here is some free advice: if you are going to move into an apartment where the radiant heat cannot be turned off, do not do it on the hottest weekend of the year. But last night I saw the fullish moon set over the bay and the twinkly lights of the Castro spread out underneath … Continue reading
Terror of Bengali turns 25; Asia strengthens its borders in preparation for attack
When folks started calling her chicken She was mad that the nickname was stickin But she was in luck Cause we named her The Duck And now she’s a chick in a clique…en. I stole this picture from you, because it is so cute. Happy birthday, Grandma! I love you as only a pig can … Continue reading
Entirely too long
Charlie Hunter plays what looks like Count Rugen’s guitar and during the show his expression is an impossible combination of coolness and sincerity. This was the expression we all watched longingly from across the quad on the face of a certain boy in high school as he leaned, Jordan Catalano-like, against the wall, thinking hip … Continue reading
A list for not shopping to
It is time to start sloughing off the things which are not to come with. Me. In my move. Sometimes for talking like a translated manual. Here is a list you of you-might-wants. – boxy tealight holder with moon face – assorted books including Rushdie’s Fury and some Calvino and Wallace – A large pot … Continue reading