Nancy Boy Blog

April Links

Tue, 1 Apr 2008 05:08:00 GMT

The President of today is just the postage stamp of tomorrow.Gracie Allen

March Links

Sat, 1 Mar 2008 01:10:00 GMT

let it go,

February Links

Fri, 1 Feb 2008 10:13:00 GMT

I hope you're confident about our economy. I am. We've got some short-term issues to deal with. Fourth quarter growth slowed to .6 percent. In other words, there are signs that our economy are slowing. There's some uncertainty in the economy. But in the long run you've got to be confident about your economy. Inflation is down, interest rates are low, productivity is high. Our economy is flexible, it is resilient. We've been through problems before. As a matter of fact, we've been through problems before since I was your President. We've had a recession, corporate scandals, an attack on the United States of America; we've had major national disasters, and every time we've come through strong. And that what's going to happen this time, too. Pres. Bush discusses economy in Torrance, CA, Jan. 30 2008 www.whitehouse.gov

January Links

Tue, 1 Jan 2008 12:46:00 GMT

First of all, it doesnt matter whether I have hope or not, because you do the same things anyway. But its in fact better than it was. I mean, I mentioned the Vietnam War. There was no protest for years, and the place was practically destroyed before there was any protest. The Iraq War was the first time in the history of the West, Europe and the United States, that there was massive protest against a war before it was officially launched. Thats a huge change.Noam Chomsky

The Wound's Eye View

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:30:00 GMT

If youre wondering why last week was so spooky I can totally clear things up. Of course you noticed it was the first time in more than two and a half years that I didnt post anything to this blog but did you also know that key world leaders (Bush, Brown, Merkel, Herkel, Schmerkel) dont make a move without consulting these pages for psychic direction? Without my guidance, chaos reigned. The logjam at the Bali climate talks and Fed rate cut market swoon are just two examples, not to [barely] mention the baseball steroids bombshell, so terribly shocking. Better not to go there anyway because whenever I think about baseball players (well, more their uniforms) I get sorta hot and itchy.

December Links

Sat, 1 Dec 2007 01:17:00 GMT

Old Dogs

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 04:36:00 GMT

You know how the sound of your own voice on home movies can make you want to jump out a window, unless youre one of those guys who loves nothing better, maybe always fancied himself a DJ manqué, my disturbed cousin Frankie "were not supposed to talk about in front of people who aren't in our own family" being a prime example of the type? I made the mistake of dating one during a time of peak mental illness. Amazingly hot looking but dumb as doornail, he had a sonorous voice you just know he perfected while staring at himself in the mirror repeating freaky Tony Robbins shit like, Passion is the genesis of genius! When I broke up with him he stalked me.

Fish Gotta Fly, Birds Gotta Swim

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 09:16:00 GMT

Although I know next to nothing about high finance (just ask my accountant) the markets machinations never fail to fascinate, and as my math SAT score placed me way up there in the 17th percentile, I need help understanding its most basic underpinnings. One of my favorite online financial resources is a site called Minyanville where all manner of fascinating jargon, tips and butch-sounding acronyms are bandied about. For an hour each morning I pretend Im sitting on a New York trading floor in front of my flickering Bloomberg screen, barking orders to frantic assistants to buy low and sell high. Some mornings I even change out of my jammies but most often not.

The Disowned Self

Thu, 8 Nov 2007 09:08:00 GMT

I wonder where the myth started. You know, that were all madly refined style gurus able to decorate anything from doghouses to dungeons, conversing knowledgably about Elsie de Wolfes humble beginning to Frank Lloyd Wrights sordid end while gaily out-entertaining Martha, arms and pinkies akimbo. Whether it was movie stereotypes or the corresponding fact that the most visible homos were artists, architects, couturiers and interior designers, the notion of gay men as style arbiters was imprinted on the American consciousness.

November Links

Thu, 1 Nov 2007 11:49:00 GMT

"As for the pyramids, there is nothing to wonder at in them so much as the fact that so many men could be found degraded enough to spend their lives constructing a tomb for some ambitious booby, whom it would have been wiser and manlier to have drowned in the Nile, and then given his body to the dogs."Henry David Thoreau

Lemming

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:23:00 GMT

When you first start out in the business, various old bores, usually grizzled hacks with drinking problems, corner you and wax nostalgic about advertisings Golden Age. At first I thought they meant the late 70s, just before I started, when mailroom personnel delivered great piles of cocaine to be consumed during non-emotional but highly sexed affairs with the client. While its technically impossible to be nostalgic for something youve never experienced, my own nostalgia for coke-fueled sex orgies knew no bounds, especially because the prospect of doing lines with the members of Duran Duran was the only reason Id gone out for advertising in the first place. I guess I thought choosing a career was like going out for a high school sport; you gave it your best shot but if it didnt work out, you tried another one.

All That Glitters

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 09:10:00 GMT

Several nights ago Jack and I watched the newest episode of Mad Men, our current obsession, and then flipped idly through the channels, ending up on one of those home shopping networks, but a real off-brand (which brings tautology to new heights, akin to calling the see-through plastic coverings my grandmother used on her living room furniture "tackily downscale"). We were transfixed. A regrettably oily man held forth on the virtues of a series of mineral-encrusted objects destined for the fleshy fingers and wrists of credulous American women.