By Jeff Walsh
I have a friend and former teacher that I see whenever I go home to visit and, even without much warning, we'll end up sitting at a corner table at a casino bar, order some drinks, and settle in.
It's become pretty routine that we're going to catch up on things, have some deep conversation, and just enjoy each other's company for a few hours. And, no matter how long it's been since we last got together, the connections flood back and you realize the special bonds that people share.
When I got my review copy of Brent Hartinger's The Elephant of Surprise, I was a bit apprehensive. How long ago did I read the last book? How did it end? And, since this is the fourth book in the Geography Club series that began a decade ago, how did we get here?
I didn't need to worry. First of all, Hartinger does a quick summary at the beginning of the book. But as you start reading the names, and how the characters interact, it all starts coming back to you. Maybe not every plot point of all three books, but the bonds between the characters, the little quirky details, and the comfort of being on a journey with these friends again.
Another new social media experience I had tonight is seeing a friend tagged in a lot of photos and such on my Facebook ticker, and when I finally clicking through to see what kind of trouble he was out getting himself into, I learned that all of the tags were, sadly, eulogies...
I knew William Brandon Lacy Campos from around when I first started Oasis in 1995, and he would submit columns every month in his early activist days in the mid-to-late 90s. We never became great friends then, but I always stayed aware of what he was up to.
When we were both in the Bay Area and later NYC, we made a lot of casual plans that fell through, as you do, finally seeing The Kinsey Sicks at the Highline a few months back. But with Facebook, we thrived. Every day, we traded torrents of bitchy over-the-top remarks. I'd say something culturally insensitive. He'd threaten to slap be back to slavery. I'd ask if I could pick what kind of plantation I wanted to own, and on and on.
The subtext was always playful, though, and I enjoyed being connected with him as often as we were through our conversations. I mean, why spend time making fun of people you don't care about?! So, our physical interactions were incredibly low, but after more than two decades of being aware of someone, there remains that connection.
By Jeff Walsh
Anthony Lee Medina first caught my attention when he nearly fell on me during the Spring Awakening tour in San Francisco. I was seated onstage, and he took an impressive spill during 'Bitch of Living,' that only seemed to energize him more for the song.
I'm never quite sure what it is about seeing certain performers in a show, and you follow them after that show, but I've always kept up with Anthony (Facebook helps there).
Of course, since that time in 2008, I spent much of the time erroneously thinking Anthony was straight and not Oasis material, a notion that was quickly dispelled upon seeing his solo show, Anthony Lee Medina - About Me, after moving to NYC.
Now, Anthony is starting a new part of his career, as he raises the money to put out his first collection of songs, The Ladybug Articles, later this year. Most of the songs are inspired by his ongoing tumultuous relationship with a guy he is still in love with.
We met during the recent heatwave at Otarian, a vegetarian restaurant he turned me onto in the city, and we talked. A lot. Here's what we had to say:
Some things are better left unwritten...
Friday after school, hopefully as close to 4:00 p.m. as humanly possible, I'm going to be headed for a camp near the Oregon coast for a retreat with the chorus (the gay men's chorus). Every year we have a retreat that allows us to rehearse A LOT and to get to know each other better.
Work is hard to find these days. Fucking aggrevating. You know what's cooler than being broke on the prairie? Everything. Had to vent that, I feel better now.
I'm thinking very seriously about moving in with an old friend out of state. That's a very heavy proposition for me, and I feel paralyzed by indecision. On the one hand, the idea turns me on to no end. There's something about starting over, the idea of the second chance that very much appeals to the embittered old man in me (a sizable chunk of my person). I feel trapped in my own ennui (I've always really wanted to use that word). I'm just really unhappy with where I'm at right now, both geographically and emotionally, and the idea of someplace new out my window calls to me.
I'm so PSYCHED! My band is playing on Saturday! Lalalala! I'm so excited! And we just had a really good practice, and we're opening with my song!
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What was an unmistakable with a first glance was looking at the same sex than he would normally do. Ashamed as he peeked at his tented jeans in the coffee shop, the male waiter walked up with a certain charm asked for any refills. It confounded him as he wondered what it supposed to mean. He gave him a questioned grunt as the waiter smirked with a satisfaction on his face. The server repeated with a giddy answer for the refill of the beer. He shook off the erotic thoughts in his head and nodded an approval for a second helping of beer.
She had a corpse under her bed..she had her fun, but now he is dead....her mama said feed the desire, her brother said throw him on the fire!
I wish it was that easy ^ lol..... I'm listening to Carnival of Souls (Rob Zombie). He is so awesome. Twisted Sister, I was listening to earlier is awesome, too!
What Happened March 12, 2003:
~Joey took both my packs of cigarettes, and my cd "The Eminem Show". I got his necklace.