Author: duane

I’d like to have a talk about little thing I call… SEX.

After my post on Sex and the City yesterday, I just couldn’t get the thought of sex and sexuality out of my head (no, not like that dirty birds). I also found it interesting, which totally inspired this post (in a way), that people tended to focus on things like ratings and revenue; rather than the issue I was actually trying to get at: why is the subject of sex so risqué for television, so much so that it must be edited to the bare bones, rather than just celebrated and shown? This is not to say that anyone that focused on revenue and ratings is wrong, in fact, quite the contrary; it shows me that you and I are thinking about the same thing, but looking at it in different ways (at least in this case). It also illustrates that we tend to look for other reasons than the marginalization of sex and sexuality, before we examine the taboos that we sometimes unknowingly abide by. But we’ll get to that, so hold on.

What I really want to know is: why is it that sex is so demonized in this country? Why is it that sex has been so demonized over time? Is it just the church? Is it just religion? Why is sex seen as something that is so dirty and forbidden; so much so, that we either don’t talk about it, fight against it, or make fun of it? (The resulting thoughts are actually a long post, so I do apologize for the length; but, it is a topic that I find very interesting, and I am very interested in your thoughts. If you can bare to make it through – it’s not that long -, let’s have a discussion, shall we?)

scared of sex (and the city)?

It seems that Comcast took my statement that no one reads the blog on Saturday or Sunday a little too seriously; we were without internet service all day yesterday. It is funny though, because we actually went to the park, walked around, ran errands, and stuff like that. Usually, it would have taken us forever to get motivated, and we would have just sat there forever… maybe it was a blessing in disguise. But, the side effect was no blogging. But enough about that…

Lately, and since there really is nothing of substance on TV to watch anymore, James and I find ourselves channel surfing at night, and as of late, have ended up more than one night watching Will and Grace followed by Sex and the City on TBS or the WB. While I generally enjoy both of those shows, I must say that the eternal analytical anthropologist in me has taken notice of at least one major flaw in our new nightly programming; someone took the sex out of Sex and the City.

eh, it’s Saturday, no one is around anyway…

I went on a photo stroll through Little Five Points with my good friends Deb and Byron this afternoon. I sit here and wonder why I don’t do stuff like that more often… Not much else is going on this lazy Saturday; but no one really reads the blog on Saturday anyway, so no big deal, right?! HA! Anyway, look for the pictures on flickr soon, and then on my photographs page… I haven’t abandoned/forgotten about the photographs page! Happy Saturday, folks! Hope your’s is going swell!

congrats Jake!


I just wanted to take a moment and congratulate Heath, Jake, Michelle, and the entire cast for their 4 Screen Actor’s Guild award nominations! That gives me the opportunity to make this awesome Friday even more awesome; by giving me an excuse to post one the cutest Jake photos of all time! Here’s hoping they win!

Oh, and Jake, I am free to go up to Brokeback anytime. Let me know what your schedule is like. (James would come too…)

[awesome Jake image from iheartjakemedia.com]

Songs for the day:
Peter Presta – Totally Hooked (this is so hot for me right now)
Sara Bareilles – Undertow
James Blunt – Goodbye My Lover

the final list: My Top 12 Movies of 2005

I know, I know, it is a little late, but better late than never, right? I wanted to take a little “list break”, to prevent inundating people who check out the blog with lists. But, here is the final list for 2005. The movie list. Now, I know that there were tons of great movies out this year; many of which I saw (and are probably listed here), those which I haven’t seen, and some of which I still want to see. But, if I didn’t see it, it isn’t on this list. So, if you are thinking, “Man, movie A is much better than one of his choices”, then you have the wrong idea here. These are MY favorite movies of 2005; out of what I have seen in 2005. I hope that you enjoy. Here are my top 12 movies of 2005:

Diet Vanilla Coke, I bid you farewell, and goodnight…

How could you forget this face?Today marks a new day. A revolution. An ending, and a beginning, if you will; I have tried the new Diet Black Cherry Vanilla Coke, and the results are in. It is actually pretty good. But, it is not my love; Diet Vanilla Coke.

Many of you may remember when I made my plea to Coke, in order that I may possibly sway them in the flagrant disregard of my years of dedication when they decided to cancel my favorite beverage. (If not, click here, and read that post). Now, as the cases of Diet Vanilla dwindle in supply at my house, and I scramble like a drugged up monkey coming down from a heroin high trying to score more and more with less and less success; I finally figured I should bite the bullet and accept my fate. My baby is almost gone. I must move on. So here I sit staring at a can of Diet Black Cherry Vanilla Coke (DBCVC), wondering if I can ever love again. Was my true love wasted on a fickle romance with such a delicious and decadent beverage? Did I put all of my eggs in a basket that was bound to break? Possibly. Nothing truly good ever lasts, as they say; but at least I have one iota of solace glimmering in the night. DBCVC is actually pretty tasty, and, perhaps best of all, it has a reminiscent taste of my soon to be long lost love.

my tummy loves bloghungry

Those of you that know me IRL, and even some of you that don’t, probably know that there is stuff I am good at, and stuff that I am not really all that good at (I don’t really consider myself to be BAD at anything). Case in point; I am good at designing things and stuff like that (remember the kitchen that you all gushed over?). But one thing that I am not so good at, is the cooking. This is not because I am a bad cook, it is honestly because I never actually try recipes because it is usually too much effort. I end up making easy stuff that satisfies me and James; which is always good, but isn’t “great cook” worthy; like my old roommate Robert, now he’s a great cook. But that may have all changed; or at least, shifted.

There is a blogger out there that I follow, BlogHungry, whose blog focuses on delicious sounding recipes and cooking tips, and until now, I had never really tried one of his recipes. But last night I made a goat cheese stuffed chicken recipe that I found on his blog a while back, and to be honest, it was a meal of the gods. It was probably one of the best things I have ever tasted; and I was so shocked because I made it. I made it! I couldn’t believe it. And it wasn’t even that hard! Look at the picture I took, doesn’t it even look scrumptious?

Since my meal was so fabulous, I wanted to show BlogHungry the love he so very well deserves, and say thank you for this delicious recipe. I am definitely going to try out some of your other recipes, now that I have a new sense of cooking confidence in myself. Thanks for making my, and my man’s, tummy happy!

If you guys want the recipe, I have posted it below. For more, check out BlogHungry’s site; your tummy will be glad you did.

am I being unrealistic?

James and I just got in a fight about him not calling me; which was only a fight, because he stayed at work for an extra hour and a half, and I was left under the impression that he was “on the way”. James told me that he was leaving work at 3:30, and that he would call. Naturally, when he hadn’t called by 4:30, I was more than a little worried. All he had to do was call me/email me and say, “I’m staying a little later, call you when I leave”. Am I being a completely insane boyfriend by worrying and freaking out over the fact that he could be laying in a gutter somewhere? Or, is it too much to ask for the consideration of letting someone know that you are in fact not on the way, and will simply let them know when you are? I just want to get some outside perspective on this, it is something that comes up a lot.

Seriously… two worry wart posts in one day; I promise I am not going mental. But should I be worried about going mental? Ugh…

paging Dr. Freud…

I know that there are like 2 of you out there that are still waiting on my top movies of 2005 list, and I promise that I will post it soon, but I felt like I was inundating people with lists so I wanted to give you some more of the real me before I posted that final list. But, it is compiled, don’t you worry; I don’t procrastinate when it comes to things I like.

As for this post, the reason why I chose this title and subsequently the subject, is because of some dreams that I have been having lately. Mainly I wanted to post about them to kind of get them off of my chest, and sort of see them in front of me, so that I could put them into perspective. Or perhaps, someone may be able to add their analytical insight, and tell me what they think about the hidden meanings within my subconscious. Either way, here goes.

Last night’s dream was pretty simple, but evoked a lot of feeling in me, and enough anxiety to wake me up. I was going to a meeting at work, where all of my bosses would be there. When I got to the meeting, I was so bored that I was overcome with sleepiness, and fell asleep (despite my best efforts to stay awake). When I woke up, everyone was gone, and I was in a bed in a different conference room; and I was even changed into sleeping attire. I was so freaked out by this dream; and I can’t figure out why. I would never actually fall asleep in a meeting (although who hasn’t done the jello-neck droopy head before?), so it isn’t something that is a real threat; but, the feeling of waking up in that bed was so real and scared me. I just knew that it was going to effect me negatively, and without even seeing them, I knew that all of the people in that meeting were going to judge me, and perhaps punish me. Scary!