The autumnal equinox has come and gone and monsoon left as quickly as it came.  As the days grow noticeably shorter, I struggle to wake up in the morning because it’s still just a little bit dark outside. 

I’m not a winter person.  People laugh at my choice of the word “winter” here in Arizona.  What they don’t understand is that Bisbee is a mile high and where we live caps out at about 4400 feet.  It gets really fucking cold here.  The mesquite trees are deciduous–dropping their leaves leaving nothing but spindly crooked branches for the months to come.  The wild grass is turning from green to gold. 

Goodbye Summer.  I had a great time–especially with all the fantastic sunsets you produced.  Looking forward to seeing you again next year.  The next few months are going to be scary to say the least.  With the political climate, the market tanking and all the other shit that’s going on, I’m just a teeny bit apprehensive about the inevitable future.  All I can do is pray.

For the past few months, I have been listening to Pandora Internet Radio.  It’s the best!  Unlike regular radio stations with tiny little playlists and lots of ads or satellite radio playing genre-based stations created by computers, Pandora learns what you like and plays more because you interact with it.  And it’s free!

But it’s in trouble.

Royalty fees and record labels not making money pose a threat to Pandora so I’m incorporating a Save Pandora widget on my blog for a while.  Take a listen.

I would be bummed if it went offline.

This month’s Advocate came.  As I was glossing through the pages, this face jumped out at me.

This photo is part of a show at the Wessel + O’Connor Fine Art gallery in Brooklyn.  It’s called The Company of Men.  Photographer Blake Little described it by saying “I wanted to show a particular type of masculine gay male that I appreciated and related to but that I did not see photographed anywhere else; an alternative to stereotypes or what is usually seen as the physical ideal of a man in the mainstream.”

Oh. My. God.

What a collection of photographs.  Each subject in every photo expresses the true essence of the human male.  Are they cute, young and polished?  No.  They’re just regular hunky dudes.  None of this A&F twinkie yack.  It’s like someone read my mind (scary) and captured Cobban’s Type in a photo gallery.  A dream come true if you ask me.  I just want to be buddies with all of them–which makes this exhibit so interesting.  The photos go beyond being sexually appealing.  It’s like…you just want to hang out with the guys in the pictures.  Well, I wanna hang out with them.  Maybe I can host a Company Of Men pool party!  Yeah…and then I woke up. 

It just so happens that Ray and I are headed out to NY/DC next month and I’m going to make a fast dash to see this show.  I’m particularly fond of Wolfgang, the man in the photo above.  I just want to go chop wood with him.

You can view the photos from the show here. 

My other favorite is number 47. Vince in Long Beach.

I’m leaving for a conference in Chicago tomorrow.  My boss is going with me.  I think we’re going to have a good time.  I went last year in Philly. 

Does it have to be Chicago?  I’ve been there about three times in the past 18 months.  Oh well, on the bright side; I’m going to try to get the boss downtown for a little show and tell one evening.  I figure we’ll get to Michigan Avenue and make our way up to the Signature Room in the Hancock Building for a drink. 

I may blog from my phone.  Expect the unexpected!

The photo from my previous post is a fake.  At the time of writing the post, I could not find anything to support that it was not fabricated. I admit I was wrong–about the photo.  I try to get my information from reputable news sources before I hit the publish button.

That being said, I still have a bad opinoin of her.  The following clip is from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.  It’s enlightening to say the least: