Saturday, May 05, 2007

Word of the day...

BLast.

If you have to ask,
you don't have a clue...

Photo of the Day

And

to the best dance partner in the world.
you know who you are...


baby I want you now
could this be the magic?
at last...

Turning 50...

Wow.
More fun than I thought!
First, it's funny to tell people you are 50, when you are only 47.
Quote of the day?
"You look hot for 50!"

and what a brilliant day!

Starting Thursday night at the Crossroads with F. for killer margaritas (ok, so I'm the day before Cinco de Mayo!) to the gym at 5am with F. to Home Depot for the business, the dealership to consult with my partner and our painter (Ramon) to Mom for the great surprise, to Wendi (yes, with an i), and all the calls (let's see...from California to Kentucky to New Joisey to Boston to Miami to innumerable locals calls, to post-gym with Mick (thanks for the phones guys!) to Pete and Jerry slobbering all over me, to a supremely better than AVERAGE date early that evening, to the innumberable bottles champagne, to the Italian margaritas, to Grace saying "happy birthday" in a very noticeable and obvious manner, to all the cards in the mail, to the movies from DEEV, and the great tonsorial job by Patty, to the generosity of Starbucks after the gym, to the F.man for the space and everything attached to it (especially the "half") to the call of the day (thanks Spike! I was really psyched to hear from you...) to the funny filthy vulgar e-mails, oh, and did I mention all the champagne???? to the unsuspecting piggy-back ride (getting, not giving) to the dark cul-de-sac, to the spectacular-fucking-weather, to PhotoBooth, to the news of Sasha Baron Cohen (aka BORAT!) being cast as Freddie Mercury, to J. for the environment, to not waking up with a champagne hang-over, to NEWS OF THE WORLD for driving music, to TOKYO PROJECT|The Collection at the gym, to hearing from the Angel, The Runner, and, again, Spike (yep, you really made my day...and it was only 3ish!)

and for knowing the best is yet to come.

Everyone, and then some (including the pizza!) really made me feel great.

To say thanks pales in comparison to everything everyone did...

Don't I look hot for 50?

You guys are the best.
And you all know who you are.

Much love.
And great appreciation.

Especially to the one who kept me warm all night as I slumbered...

Pics when I decide to migrate from the PowerBook to the MacBook.

And Spike? You made my day, out of all.

Well, the Angel too.

And I didn't miss my breakfast of Special K.
I really realized how foolish and what a waste of my time that whole scene was...

Friday, May 04, 2007

After I worked my magic...


To quote "is that the best you can do?"

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE....

And I certainly know who I am, and why.

Might not be where I want to be,
but I know I am where I need to be.

In the mirror...


no one can hear you scream!

No, this isn't the AFTER photograph!
Time for the beauty routine(s)!

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Photo of the Day
Connecticut 1987


Riverside Cemetery
Waterbury Connecticut

Original:
35mm color transparency
Canon A-1
©2007 orangemercury.com

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If I had one wish this year...

Nope. Not two greyhounds.
Nope. Not a BF or a FB or any of those stupid acronyms.

It would be:

NEVER GOING TO WAR IN IRAQ.

After seeing what I've seen,
which is hardly the tip of the iceberg,
all the walking wounded,
suicides + severe PTSD,
I'm beginning to think "sometimes dead is better."

Young, at the primes of their lives,
to live in our hearts and minds,
forever.

Then I woke up from a dream,
and gas was over $3.25 per gallon.

By george, this has GOT to stop.

One word:

OBAMA.

Aural Sex
4 May 2007
Windows down, volume up
RIDE THIS!

Aural Sex
4 May 2007

Progressed Chart
47 years


If you see what I see,
then you already know...

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Natal + Transits
4 May 2007

Milestones
Posting #2,200
47 years
YOUNG + WISER + WILDEST

* Don't say I didn't warn you! ]}:>

Personal Daily Horoscope
Friday, 4 May 2007
born 4 May 1960

International Holiday!

Happy birthday!

Today the Sun returns to the position it was in when you were born.
As would seem appropriate with this transit, today is a day of new beginnings, and the influences you feel today will affect the entire year to come. However, this does not mean that the whole year will be disappointing if today doesn't work out exactly as planned. You are receiving a new impulse from the energy center within you, as symbolized by the Sun. Therefore any new venture that you start at this time will ride the crest of this new energy and will very likely come to an acceptable conclusion. Whatever you do or begin today will bear the stamp of your individuality more than anything else.

This is the day to assert yourself anew.


The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:
Sun Conjunction Sun, exact at 18:44 (6:44pm EST).
Activity period from 3 May 2007 to 5 May 2007.

Other transits occurring today:
Mercury Sextile Ascendant, exact at 16:59 (L)
Venus Square Med.Coeli, exact at 03:19 (L)
Moon in the 6th House, from 17:32
Moon Square Pluto, exact at 01:57

Important long-term influences:
"A chance for change" (Uranus Sextile Saturn)
"Beliefs and ideas" (Mars in the 9th House) (L)
"Cooperation" (Sun in the 11th House)

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Thursday, May 03, 2007

Good night...

to 46!

At 9:46am, tomorrow...

what we've all been waiting for.

Oh thank heaven, I'll be (tune in tomorrow!)

NOT!

Wings which carry me...


photograph ©1986
photo-manipulation ©2007

One unique print 13" x 19"
Donated: Cedar Hill Cemetery Development Fund

Up + at 'em.

I don't want a cure for this.
I've got the sweetest hangover.
I
don't
want
to
get
over...

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Hey you.

Thanks for the call.

I'm looking forward (very much)
to spending Friday with you.
Thanks for the offer.
It's been way too long.

Yep.
I'm ready to jump.
Just take my hand...

The Sound of Music, currently.


Cutting-edge sound, one might say.

Either...

tomorrow or Friday (most likely Friday),
fuck power-walking around the track with killer dance music.

How 'bout putting that music and energy to great use
in the aerobics room...at 6am...

a dance marathon.

Like I give a fuck what other people think.

It's WAY too funny to watch the testosterone and "routines" of the fellow early birds.

Inject a little excitement into your lives.

Dance. Does a body great.

Untitled
Cedar Hill Cemetery
Unique Print


©1986 original photograph
©2007 photo-illustration

I told you so....



Go ahead.
Call eHarmony's customer service.
Reference that you are gay,
and just listen to the lame-ass response you get.

Then spam them, or something equally egregious.

Riddle me this.

320709013

If you don't know who you are,
trust me.

MANY people are laughing at the "so good it can't be true"
story I've been telling: here, there + everywhere.
Oh. WITH your name.
Why hold back?
I've done absolutely NOTHING I'm ashamed of,
except buy way too many flowers,
only to be 20 mins late to your place and get chewed out, no less.

Best I can say to you is thanks for all the material.
1. I'm damaged goods (what? three times?)
2. I'm afraid I'm gonna fuck this up. (What? You already were fucked up!!!!)

Thanks for the shove I was too close to the fire to see that I needed it.
Life's so much better now without someone timing my visits to the toilet.

...that stings like a bee...

B. Like my name.

Oh. Let the dogs out of their cages when you're out and about and working.
How sad, dogs spending so much of their time caged.
Why don't you get them a job at the local mall.
After all they are locked up that often, for that long.

And when it comes to furniture, wood floors and rugs:

a dog will give you unconditional love.
Fuck the furniture, wood floors and rugs.

It's the dogs that count.
Everything else can be cleaned, repaired, or repurchased.

Or, God forbid, you can do without.

Then again there's that decorator you need...

...you don't need me no more...

One thousand beautiful things.......

Funny. I don't see your name on the list,
even though you're not a "thing."
A creature from the CL lagoon, maybe.

Just an overeducated "therapist" who couldn't spell help if he dialed 9-1-1.

Wait.
JUST YOU WAIT.

Personally, I'm pissing my pants, and can't wait.

But you'll know.
BELIEVE ME.

You'll know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

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Thank you, someone.



Today's been a crazy day,
and a number of people have been exceptionally generous with their time et al.
You know who you are.
Thank you.

And someone Anonymous apparently liked the photograph I took this morning in the pouring rain, came home and decided "to have a drink."

Thank you.

I don't need to know who you are.
Sometimes those are the best acknowledgements.

Hold your enemies close, your friends closer.

And thanks to the select group who is there,
no matter what.

You guys rock.

Forget Toyota.

You didn't ask for it,
but you got it.


Me.
Unbridled.





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02 May 2007
Full Moon Transit


No wonder...

If

it wasn't you,
these wouldn't be.

Thanks for waking the sleeping giant.
Next time, tap me on the shoulder...

So far from AVERAGE.

Parallelisms?

May 3rd: National Day of Prayer
May 4th: My birthday (50, but who's counting?)
May 5th: Cinco de Mayo (AKA "Drinko de Mayo")

Do I sense a pattern here?

1. First they pray they demon-seed won't be born.
2. The demon-seed is born, in vain (see #1).
3. The world gets soused.


Shit.

Had I been old enough,
I'd have joined them.

(There's always Saturday...)

I need a drink.
A dirty drink.


My next one will be the last one y'all gonna ever need.

The Original May Day

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Realization.


I always said I would, when the moment manifested itself.
God. Has it been 20 years?
God. Is it the 20 years?

The moment is here,
and I'm glad I didn't choose anyone AVERAGE.

What's a little satire, between friends.

Rock on with your bad self.

(and you...wait til I get my hands on you.)
I know you can't.

It's the money honey
or your life.

Don't you know?
You can't have both...

It's the money honey
or your life.
Don't you know you can't have both...

Have I a family? I guess not
I've never seen a lot of beauty
In my life.

You say that's fantasy, I say "So what, I need a little beauty..."

And you look so fine in your Gucci suit
And you're making more money than your daddy
could have imagined
But people can go out of fashion, honey, yeah, any time

So take that picture, stop acting so dumb
Don't you know that the moment will come

You know I hate my job, I try to save but God
There's just never enough
Switch on, the pressure - stops

Give me your life, give me your life, I want it
Because lately, it's so freezing out here
(This side of the glass, life keeps kicking my ass)

Because no-one comes in the morning
No-one comes in the evening time
I'd sit and wait for the phone to ring
I could be waiting my whole damn life

So sick of the same old faces
In this street, where nobody talks to me
And the funny side of the situation is
I don't care, I'll always be there

When you come down from the sky
And make yourself at home
In my house

Because these days it's the money the money
The money, honey, or your life
I said don't you know you can't have both

Stop acting so dumb
The moment will come

You may want to sacrifice
More than you think is fair or right

You may want to think again
You may want to watch your friends
You may want to change your mind
You may wish you could turn back time.

Mayday
Mayday
Mayday


Sunday, April 29, 2007

i.m.o.
Irene McGriff|Miami

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
Because god's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us alt out to play
Turned his back and all god's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say "what's mine is mine and not yours"
I may have too much but i'll take my chances
Because god's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you

That he can't come back
Beacuse he has no children to come back for

It's hard to love there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time

Supporting me, not haunting me.


I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
I don't understand
What destiny's planned
I'm just starting to grasp
What is in my own hands

–|Depeche Mode|Violator

PS. all I ever wanted all I ever needed
is here in my arms.