September 2005 Archives
- September 30, 2005: Hands of a Sculptor || No. of Comments: 2
“We all have the hands of a sculptor. Events unfold that have that sense of both accident and providence, like a meteoric collision. We catch them and shape them into something we can understand, colouring them with our own private set of pigments.”— Joel Perhaps something later from me on this subject (but probably not till after the weekend). If you haven’t read Joel’s blog, I highly recommend it. I have never met, e-mailed, commented, or talked with him, but are those things necessary to feel some sort of kinship? I don’t think they are….
- September 29, 2005: The Greatest Problem of All || No. of Comments: 7
If you think the last entry was serious… Now I have a real problem that’s been vexing me for years. I’m asking for your support, understanding and assistance. Please help me find a good hair stylist. This is urgent. Send recommendations and/or warnings my way immediately. Qualifications: Must be able to provide sound hair advice for the clueless, i.e. me. Must not be afraid to inform me that I am indeed clueless and immediately suggest alternatives. Must be on top of current hair styling trends and have a range that extends beyond the typical gay boy haircut of the day:…
- September 28, 2005: The Greatest Sadness of All || No. of Comments: 10
How easily people slip through this world unknown. Those who want to hide whatever it is about themselves that ignites shame simply turn on the smiles and stock up an arsenal of questions. They know that most people are perfectly content to talk about themselves, talking not with, but to. In the worst case, whole families spend lifetimes together, never really knowing or understanding themselves, and so they never really know each other. I think, though, that the human spirit is persistent. We find ways to connect with others because connection is not a want, it is a need. A…
- September 21, 2005: Starbucks Has it Right || No. of Comments: 8
This is for some of you. A nudge, not a push….
- September 21, 2005: Closed Gates || No. of Comments: 5
My apartment building is set between an alley and a street. Five yards behind our wonderfully cute building, catty corner to the southwest edge of my apartment is our flat-roofed, cement-blocked, smells-like-mold garage. The garage door opens into the alley. On the northwest side of the garage is a small hinged gate in the chainlink fence. It is the border between our wonderfully cute yard and the alley. It is not even wide enough to fit my bicycle through. On this gate is a large “KEEP OUT” sign written in white letters on a black background. There are four people…
- September 18, 2005: Prints Galore || No. of Comments: 5
This evening I ordered some prints of a few photos I’ve taken this summer and, after some internal deliberating, decided I’d offer them up in case any helloaaron.com readers want one for themselves. This is kind of a big step for me and makes me nervous. It’s not that I’m worried no one will want a print. That doesn’t matter. What makes me nervous is that by offering them up, I’m coming dangerously close to posing as an “artist” or some other creative type. Those titles and labels scare me and I don’t feel adequate for them. But at…
- September 16, 2005: And You Thought I Was Nice || No. of Comments: 18
The other day I went on a date. It was pretty much a blind date, or at least the 21st century version of a blind date: Guy finds a profile I have online. Guy e-mails me, we chat for a few days, he doesn’t have a picture so it’s literally blind, he asks if I want to “hang out” at a time when I’m bored and seemingly all my friends are with their boyfriends or working or something. So I say yes. He picks me up at a coffeeshop where I am writing and enjoying an excellent chocolate chip cookie….
- September 15, 2005: Go Away || No. of Comments: 8
You people scare me. You really do. There are too many of you, too many who know me and too many who lurk and too many who read and worry and take things personally. There is a narrow band in which I can write without revealing what I don’t want everyone to know. Mostly, this narrow band is self-imposed. I’m too timid to express my inner thoughts with confidence and impunity, so I keep them to myself. And so this blog turns into what I don’t want it to be: A diary of events rather than a journal of thoughts….
- September 14, 2005: Look at this || No. of Comments: 8
Don’t I look like a stud in this photo? Baseball cap, long socks, completely non-homorific shorts, jersey that’s two sizes too big. I probably hit a grounder and was thrown out at first….
- September 12, 2005: The Other Side of the Lake || No. of Comments: 2
Michigan’s Old Mackinac Point Lighthouse and Mackinac Bridge. This bird is home again after an unprecedented 10 days away from Minneapolis. And an even more unprecedented four days away from e-mail, and generally all things related to 21st century technology. It was a great vacation; one that is difficult to sum up succinctly. I spent the beginning of the week relaxing and doing really whatever I wanted: Getting my haircut, playing tennis, visiting family, giving my car a good waxing. For the first time in a few years I saw an ex-girlfriend from high school and met her husband….
- September 5, 2005: Minneapolis to Milwaukee to Michigan || No. of Comments: 4
This photo of Justin sums up our weekend of playing softball in Milwaukee. We might as well have slept through our games. Out of four games on Saturday, we won a grand total of zero. We started again bright and early at 8 a.m. on Sunday and after making a conscious effort to NOT go out to the bars and sleep, we lost to a team of Canadian porn stars who still reeked of alcohol. Actually, porn stars isn’t accurate. Far too glamorous. A more accurate term is “icky boys who needed money for drugs and porn watchers aren’t…
- September 1, 2005: Missed Connection: Me || No. of Comments: 1
I guess I asked for it: Of kids born into brothels and absentee bloggers… - m4m - 23 Setting: Gripping documentary watching, with occassional attempts at shuffling even closer to each other… perhaps followed by a damn fun makeout session… You: ridiculously beautiful eyes… all about the wordplay… Me: waiting to hear from you for round 2… Very impressive. You definitely earn points for creativity. After I return from my Great Lakes junket I’ll muster my emotional energy and pick up the phone….
