Alex Esterer's American Movie

I just spent a week with Alex, meine schwester from Salzburg. I can't believe the week is already over, ouch. We had a fantastic Easter Sunday lunch in Lake Bluff, and burned the candle at both ends for a week solid. I need a long nap. We're postponing the trip to Panama - more details to follow. Will be in NYC (finally) for Jim and Richard's party on April 26th. Looking forward to seeing the new baby, as well as Scott & Wendy, and Stacey Spain, Superlawyer. I took this photo of Alex with my phone (in front of Rockefeller Chapel - University of Chicago). Austria has grown anxious in Alex's absence, but he will be back in Chicago this autumn. Strange: I haven't been sad since Bill Dose went to heaven, but I was sad driving home from the airport today. Ich vermisse Sie süsses Alexoxoxox

Third Painful Admission Of Taste Deficit

You've heard me confess my loathing of Opera, and Alcohol (I'm not fancy enough to appreciate either). I herein reveal another painful truth: I hate old movies. "Oh, let's stay in on a rainy day and watch old movies!" I'd rather attend an insurance seminar. "We cuddle up and watch old movies all night." Yikes, why not cuddle up and self-immolate? Fuck old movies - the melodramatic hypoglycemia-inducing "acting"; the trite, painful dialogue; the hackneyed stories; the maudlin plot polarities; the horrible "sound" mixing (scratchy voices and 'mono' noise); the ancient celluloid degeneration; the bad lighting... the list is endless (except for Auntie Mame). If it was made before 5.1 digital Dolby, I prolly don't wanna see it. I thought I was so fancy, and complex, and evolved, and sophisticated. I hate opera, old movies, and every glass of wine ever fermented. Give me rock n roll, summer blockbusters, and Diet Coke. Geez, I'm so fucking common.

Bruce's Behind The Scenes Oscar Interview

Bruce dishes from backstage.

Extranjero Adentro

Es pasmoso ... entumecedor, descubrir ... que hay un extraño dentro de ti. Un extraño que tiene tus brazos ... tus piernas ... tus ojos. Un extraño insomne, inquieto ... que sigue caminando ... sigue comiendo ... sigue ... viviendo. Camino por las calles de noche. Encuentro lugares y cosas que no sabía que existían. ¿Pero los encuentro yo, o ellos me encuentran a mí? ...

Favorite Local Boys

We're spoiled here in Chicago - such easy access. Here's a pic from last night of Jay and Barrack, two of my favorite Chicagoans (note the tie from the Indiana stump speech, lol).

You Wouldn't Know This Face If It Wasn't Connected To A Vagina

The only reason this person was ever a V.P. candidate, therefore: the only reason you know this person's name is BECAUSE SHE HAS A VADGE. Who cares. The only reason I've done a lot of the stuff I've done is because I have a white penis. What's the point? There isn't a fucking point, it's just a stupid, meaningless fucking observation. Yes, Gerry, you're right. Who cares. Perhaps more valuable observations would sound more like: "Senator Obama wore cotton socks on the campaign trail today" ... "Hillary demonstrates she's an omnivore at a Pennsylvania diner".

Knows Her? On Occasion He Spitzer!

The Evil Sex Police continue their demonic puritanical crusades - catching the New York Governor in their wiretap web. Spitzer paid over $4,000 for some pussy recently (I hope she voted for him), and now he's being publicly outed. This whole thing is a disgusting charade. Drugs and Prostitution (although (wrongly) against the law) are peoples' own business. Get the fuck out of Spitzer's personal life. This has nothing to do with his job. Shame on the puritans, Shame on the Christians, Shame on the Sex Police.

Aqui Hablamos Español

Wow, the deeper I get into Spanish, the more I regret not studying it earlier. Bahasa Indonesia was really my 'second' language, and I studied a fair amount of Thai. Compared to those two (and most others) Spanish is practically a distant dialect of English (or the reverse, por supuesto). The two languages are astonishingly similar (I imagine Italian and French as well). The more I learn, the more I realize there is no excuse for any English speaker not to go the extra mile to learn Spanish (and a few more for French/Italian). Thousands of English words are easily recognizable in Spanish. It's really shocking how similar they are, and I'm embarrassed I'm not already fluent in Spanish (and French).

Ophra Winfrey, Third Coming Of Christ

Wow. I'm watching Ophra's new show and weeping like a little girl. ("Karen" is a walking, breathing Saint). This show makes me realize I'm a horrible, awful, disgusting person. Oh my god, I'm dangerously bad. A Horrible person. The person your parents warned you about. I have a much higher opinion of myself than I deserve. I'm a totally self-absorbed procrastinating lazy cranky egomanibitch. If Ophra gave me a million bucks I'd spend $200k on myself, and $800k on my mother. I'm rotten to the core, but as they say: if you can't be a good example, at least be a horrible warning. I am your horrible warning. Nice to see our old friend Nate still on the tube. Leslie H. introduced us. It was nice to see Leslie again recently too.