Month: September 2009

Doin’ Fine in 2009

Ah the local urban freesheet… In San Francisco while waiting for the MUNI I had my choice of The Guardian or SF Weekly to keep me entertained. In Madrid before class, if I’m not mistaken I do believe I used to peruse ADN or 20Minutos, the papers they’d shove in my face as I exited the metro. And here in Phoenix when walking into Copper Star, Burton Barr Central library or the Chipotle on 16th and Camelback, I can’t resist that fat stack of Phoenix New Times tempting me to indulge in another article about Joe Arpaio’s latest crime against humanity and common sense. And you know usually I’m really just looking for a quick Savage Love fix but just the same I pick it up and look at the pretty pictures of events I almost always can’t make it to.

Tonight I hungrily meandered the streets of downtown phx and made my way into Seamus McCaffrey’s (for a Shepard’s pie I’ll never order again) and I came upon it once again; the much anticipated Phoenix New Times Best of 2009. This is the third “Best of” I’ve been graced with since my time here in the Valley and I’m happy to say that the family I was welcomed into within days of moving to Phoenix once again got mentioned.

I just want to say congrats…

…to Lola Tapas for Best White Sangria, y cómo no? …to Lola Coffee for Best New Coffee shop, would you expect anything less? And for best Tapas… no not Sens… “The atmosphere inside Lola Tapas is so effortlessly urban that after a few glasses of wine, you might momentarily forget you’re in the desert and think you’re in a bustling boite on some Barcelona back street.” Enough said.

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Oh and apparently best gay Latin dance night is Vertigo Fridays at Karamba!

Yes Folks, It’s Come to This

When my fingers touch a keyboard they take over. I want to look up a movie listing and they start typing out F-A-C-E-B-O and before I know it I’m privy to everything mundane or fabulous that Suppository Spelling is doing that day in San Francisco. Or I might want to check what assignments I have on Blackboard at school and instead I’ve wondered into G-A-Y-T-U-B… you get the picture. I have a task in my brain and it doesn’t sync up with the memory in my finger tips. And for as many times as I’ve accidently checked my Wells Fargo account instead of my email, I think what bugs me the most is when I accidently end up at D-U-G-A-L-D-O-dot-B-L-O-G-S-P-O-T-dot-C-O-M and I am faced with the reality that I haven’t posted shit since Friday, August 28 2009 at 3:01pm and even that took about as much creativity as it takes to watch The Real House Wives of What Have You.

So, in a quick and half-assed attempt to put a band-aid on that feeling, if only for myself, here’s a picture of my cat Mac getting all Linda Blair on my couch’s ass.