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Jul. 3rd, 2009
Third day of 90-plus temperatures
Jul. 3rd, 2009 12:35 pm"I hate the heat! I hate the heat with a hot hate!" said Carol Burnett's gun-moll character in an old Carol Burnett Show skit. Anybody else remember that?
It's true, though. Anything above 85 makes baby Jesus cry.
It's true, though. Anything above 85 makes baby Jesus cry.
Bill Olson, Winter 1994
Jul. 3rd, 2009 04:19 pm
via flickr.com
I was trying to figure out why I burst into tears today, and thought of Bill, when I was listening to this:
(Seth Rudowsky "deconstructs" Bea Arthur's performances, including "Bosom Buddies"). I remembered, as I was taking my shower, that I last saw Bill alive on the 4th of July.I am luckier than most gay men my age, in that I only lost one close friend to AIDS, but unlucky, in that I lost the closest, realest friend I've ever had. Bill was someone, like a brother, who could call me on my shit and I would still love him. I cried every night for a solid year after he died, from guilt, from sorrow, from pain. I could only finally, console myself with the thought that whatever he saw in me as a friend would also attract other people like him to my life. Not yet.