I have been tagged by Sonia-Belle, who asked me to name ten of LifeÂ’s Simple Pleasures. Here are 10 of my Life's Pleasures. Not the Top 10, not the bottom 10, just 10 on the list of n where n is an integer from 1 to infinity. It was tough not to include any of the items from the 'C' list.
1) Beer. Not the garden variety American Standard Lager (Bud, Miller, Coors), but the more flavorful microbrews. I prefer stouts, porters, and Marzen (Oktoberfest) styles. There are many brands I like - Brooklyn, Anchor, Stoudt's,Guinnesss, Great Lakes, Sam Adams to name a few, and I'm always looking for something I haven't tried. I'm a homebrewer. Nothing like satisfaction of enjoying the fruits of one's labors.
2) Running. I've been running over 20 years now. There's nothing like running in the morning while most people are still sleeping and enjoying the outdoors. Running in races is a lot of fun too - sharing a common fun experience. And new shoes every year!
3) Apples. My favorite fruit, specifically Granny Smith apples - crisp and tart. Great for eating and baking.
4) Science Fiction. Before I read my first science fiction book in probably the 5th grade (a Star Trek book), I wasn't much of a reader, and my grades reflected that. Since then, I've been a prolific reader. Bach then it was mostly Star Trek (pre-Next Generation), and lately I've been reading a lot of the 'classics' from the '50's and '60's.
5) Big 10 Football. I attended a Big 10 school and there's nothing like attending a game - the people, the traditions, the game.
6) The Ocean and the Beach. A place where many good things are combined - hot sun, cool water, sand, girls in bikinis, running on the beach, napping on the beach, swimming.
7) Skirts. An article of women's clothing that I love to see women wear. Great for showing oftheirr legs, feet, shoes, hosiery (or lack of), and flashing those panties (or lack of).
8) Leg Show magazine. To me this is the best of all of these types of magazines. Not just because it caters to my leg, feet, and hosiery fetish. Those combined with great photography, large & numerous pictures, beautiful women, and the quality of the printing make it a great magazine. There are other magazines of this caliber, but none combine all of the things that I like as it does. Hustler photographs are excellent and the girls are very beautiful, but there are a lot of other things in the magazine that turn me completely off. Playboy has the girls and photography, too, but not the content.
9) Sailing. I don't have a boat and I don't know how to sail, but I do like to go sailing. Its very relaxing and fun.
10) Vanilla. This is one of the scents that really turns me on. Whenever I smell it, it instantly relaxes me, and, if she's wearing it, puts me in the mood. Other perfumes take the back seat to vanilla.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Trip Report
Traveling to New Haven by Amtrak: very good. Sitting next to work associate that stunk of curry on the train: awful. I'm going on a rant for the next few paragraphs, so skip if you don't care. After spending countless hours in planes and rental cars sometime with work associates, I prefer traveling alone. There were plenty of vacant rows in our car and he had to sit next to me. He could have taken on of the seats in front, behind, or in the other side of the aisle. But no, Mr. Curry had to sit next to me. And it was his breath and body odor. And he made it a point to talk and talk to me during the entire ride. I was reading Wired before he boarded. Couldn't he see that I was trying to read it? Argh. He's a nice guy, but I need my space.
Once we arrived, I picked up the rental car. I drove and he took it upon himself to navigate. I had MapQuested all of our routes. However, he managed to misinterpret almost every one of the directions. Argh! For the return trip to the train station, he wanted to hurry up so we could get the earlier train than we originally planned to take. But again, he misinterpreted the directions and we barely made it on board. Now, we're in the dining car instead of Business Class because he didn't want to check in before boarding. No sleep for me. I gave him my issue of Scientific American to keep him busy while I write this out. The plus side to this is that I'll arrive home 2-hours earlier.
Traveling time is my time, not someone else’s. I've traveled with previous bosses and business associates who just continuously talk about work or just to complain about work. And I've run into salesmen that I know from work that think the 3-hour flight is a 3-hour sales call. Argh! I was once on a flight to Europe with one of the project managers in a previous job. He got drunk before boarding the plane and fell asleep once on board. Good, I thought, he won't bother me until we arrive. No dice. After dinner (which he missed since he was sleeping) I was trying to get some sleep, he wakes up and thought it would be a great time to bother me with stuff that could wait until the next day. He reeked of alcohol and was loud enough to wake up a few others around me. I told him a few times that he was being too loud and that we should wait until later. No dice. Finally the stewardess came over and told him to go back to his seat and be quiet. What a pain in the neck.
There are some benefits to traveling. I get to drive all kinds of different rental cars, do a lot of people watching (great time of year to see lots of women's legs and feet!), read, and see new places. You see the guts of a city. Some of airports and train stations may be architectural monuments, but they're usually located in the armpits of a city. Sometimes you can see things that you wouldn’t normally see. For example, along the train tracks in this section of whatever city this is, there are a lot of old warehouse/industrial buildings. On the exterior of one of them, about 20 ft up the brick exterior are several stone statues that look like workman, painted blue uniforms, and I think sledgehammers in their hands. Someone a long time ago put some thought into adding this architectural detail. How many people today walk or ride by it and never notice it? Things like that make my want to puke when I see boring big-box buildings like Wal-Mart, Lowes, and Home Depot. Even the row homes in the cities, decayed as they might be, at one time had some interesting details. Then there are the miles and miles of rusted-out junk lining the tracks. It wasn't like this when they built it.
Anyway, soon I'll be home and tonight hopefully have a proper fuck. I brought some issues of Leg Show and some lingerie with me to help me relax last night. I meant to do another review of the last couple issues. I was found that typing with one hand was very inefficient - I couldn't write, stroke, and turn pages at the pace that kept me in that happy place. I'll get around to it this weekend perhaps. If you care to know, they certainly did their job J! This also brought to my attention that I need to go shopping for some new things – a bra or two, a pair of heels, and a new blouse or two.
Once we arrived, I picked up the rental car. I drove and he took it upon himself to navigate. I had MapQuested all of our routes. However, he managed to misinterpret almost every one of the directions. Argh! For the return trip to the train station, he wanted to hurry up so we could get the earlier train than we originally planned to take. But again, he misinterpreted the directions and we barely made it on board. Now, we're in the dining car instead of Business Class because he didn't want to check in before boarding. No sleep for me. I gave him my issue of Scientific American to keep him busy while I write this out. The plus side to this is that I'll arrive home 2-hours earlier.
Traveling time is my time, not someone else’s. I've traveled with previous bosses and business associates who just continuously talk about work or just to complain about work. And I've run into salesmen that I know from work that think the 3-hour flight is a 3-hour sales call. Argh! I was once on a flight to Europe with one of the project managers in a previous job. He got drunk before boarding the plane and fell asleep once on board. Good, I thought, he won't bother me until we arrive. No dice. After dinner (which he missed since he was sleeping) I was trying to get some sleep, he wakes up and thought it would be a great time to bother me with stuff that could wait until the next day. He reeked of alcohol and was loud enough to wake up a few others around me. I told him a few times that he was being too loud and that we should wait until later. No dice. Finally the stewardess came over and told him to go back to his seat and be quiet. What a pain in the neck.
There are some benefits to traveling. I get to drive all kinds of different rental cars, do a lot of people watching (great time of year to see lots of women's legs and feet!), read, and see new places. You see the guts of a city. Some of airports and train stations may be architectural monuments, but they're usually located in the armpits of a city. Sometimes you can see things that you wouldn’t normally see. For example, along the train tracks in this section of whatever city this is, there are a lot of old warehouse/industrial buildings. On the exterior of one of them, about 20 ft up the brick exterior are several stone statues that look like workman, painted blue uniforms, and I think sledgehammers in their hands. Someone a long time ago put some thought into adding this architectural detail. How many people today walk or ride by it and never notice it? Things like that make my want to puke when I see boring big-box buildings like Wal-Mart, Lowes, and Home Depot. Even the row homes in the cities, decayed as they might be, at one time had some interesting details. Then there are the miles and miles of rusted-out junk lining the tracks. It wasn't like this when they built it.
Anyway, soon I'll be home and tonight hopefully have a proper fuck. I brought some issues of Leg Show and some lingerie with me to help me relax last night. I meant to do another review of the last couple issues. I was found that typing with one hand was very inefficient - I couldn't write, stroke, and turn pages at the pace that kept me in that happy place. I'll get around to it this weekend perhaps. If you care to know, they certainly did their job J! This also brought to my attention that I need to go shopping for some new things – a bra or two, a pair of heels, and a new blouse or two.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
10 Important Things that Begin with C
Hiromi assigned me the letter "C" to play with (who was assigned the letter "D" by Darkneuro). I’m writing this while I’m on the Amtrak train from Philly to New Haven, CT, in hopes of inspiration. Not much yet in Philly as I see mostly junkyards and highways. On to the first.
1) Computers. Very important. Can’t live without them. If you can, you probably are not reading this. If you can’t and don’t want to, then reading this is a good way to spend some entertainment time. I have an eMac at home. I love it! Once you go Mac, you’ll never go back. No iPod yet. Looking at the Apple website is like looking at porn for the geek in me. Going to the Apple store is like going to the best strip club in the world (again for the geek in me), only I can touch the merchandise all I want.
2) Chocolate. Deep, dark, and bitter. My current fav is the Trader Joe’s Pound Plus Bittersweet bar. One square of it in the mouth is like what the best cup of hot cocoa should be like. This stuff gives me the warm & fuzzy feelings inside when I eat it. It relaxes me. Like George Costanza’s perfect pastrami sandwich, eating this chocolate while having sex could be the combo that actually sends me into that euphoric orgasm that we all hope to achieve every time.
3) Custard. We past a Rita’s Water Ice a few miles back. Sure, frozen custard is not in the same world as hand-scooped ice cream (especially if it is Philadelphia-style). Rita’s version of gelati is a bit of frozen custard on the bottom of a cup, then water ice, then more frozen custard. Mmmmm….
4) Curves. As in the curves of a woman. The curves of her back looking down from her shoulders to her ass. The curves of her ass. The curves of her waist in profile. The curves of her legs. The curves of her feet, especially the underside of the arch of her foot, and the top too.
5) Coven. A group of witches. Saw a sign for Monty Python’s Spamalot. Reminds me of one of my favorite parts of The Search for the Holy Grail. “What do you do with a witch?” “Burn them!” “What else can you do with witches?” “Burn them!”
6) Cotton. Cotton panties. No, not granny panties, or panties with cute flowers on them. Sexy ones. If nothing else, Victoria’s Secret has done more for making all other manufacturers make their panties more sexy, stylish, and modern. Just look at Jockey. Sure, they might be plain, but they are much sexier than they used to be. I love panties – I love looking at women in them, I love to wear them, I love to shop for them. Oh, and if you have access to the November 2005 issue of Leg Show, Jessica Michaels has a great editorial on the history of panties.
7) Corset. Another lovely piece of women’s lingerie. They might not be the most popular thing to wear amongst women, but they are probably one thing that men love to see women wear. I’ve had a few of them (department store brands) and I like the way the feel – the encasement, the firmness. And some of the come with garter straps for stockings (and that’s another post all together). They needn’t be fancy or frilly. And I think that’s what Victoria’s Secret is not getting right. They make a lot of lovely lingerie that just isn’t sturdy enough to wear all the time. Its just window dressing. They could do a lot for garter belts and corsets if they made them for every- and all-day wear. The Brits do it well (see the link to the left for StockingsHQ).
8) Catharsis. That’s what this blog is to me. A place to get it all out. Crossdressing is also a catharsis. Which leads to…
9) Clandestine (concealed, secret). That’s a good word for describing my style of crossdressing. I’m not one to wear a wig, make-up, and a dress in public places. When I am dressed in public, I’ll wear women’s khakis or jeans, more on the plain side than frilly and fancy. My blouses are similar. Underneath, however, it is all very feminine, from the colors to the styles of lingerie: stockings, pantyhose, panties, bras, camisoles. From the outside, one might not notice right away that I’m wearing women’s clothes – clandestine!
10) Climax. That’s what I have planned for later tonight once I arrive at the hotel. Strip down, take a nice hot bubble bath, shave, dress in some lingerie, then look as some porn – on the web and the few issues of Leg Show that I brought with me.
1) Computers. Very important. Can’t live without them. If you can, you probably are not reading this. If you can’t and don’t want to, then reading this is a good way to spend some entertainment time. I have an eMac at home. I love it! Once you go Mac, you’ll never go back. No iPod yet. Looking at the Apple website is like looking at porn for the geek in me. Going to the Apple store is like going to the best strip club in the world (again for the geek in me), only I can touch the merchandise all I want.
2) Chocolate. Deep, dark, and bitter. My current fav is the Trader Joe’s Pound Plus Bittersweet bar. One square of it in the mouth is like what the best cup of hot cocoa should be like. This stuff gives me the warm & fuzzy feelings inside when I eat it. It relaxes me. Like George Costanza’s perfect pastrami sandwich, eating this chocolate while having sex could be the combo that actually sends me into that euphoric orgasm that we all hope to achieve every time.
3) Custard. We past a Rita’s Water Ice a few miles back. Sure, frozen custard is not in the same world as hand-scooped ice cream (especially if it is Philadelphia-style). Rita’s version of gelati is a bit of frozen custard on the bottom of a cup, then water ice, then more frozen custard. Mmmmm….
4) Curves. As in the curves of a woman. The curves of her back looking down from her shoulders to her ass. The curves of her ass. The curves of her waist in profile. The curves of her legs. The curves of her feet, especially the underside of the arch of her foot, and the top too.
5) Coven. A group of witches. Saw a sign for Monty Python’s Spamalot. Reminds me of one of my favorite parts of The Search for the Holy Grail. “What do you do with a witch?” “Burn them!” “What else can you do with witches?” “Burn them!”
6) Cotton. Cotton panties. No, not granny panties, or panties with cute flowers on them. Sexy ones. If nothing else, Victoria’s Secret has done more for making all other manufacturers make their panties more sexy, stylish, and modern. Just look at Jockey. Sure, they might be plain, but they are much sexier than they used to be. I love panties – I love looking at women in them, I love to wear them, I love to shop for them. Oh, and if you have access to the November 2005 issue of Leg Show, Jessica Michaels has a great editorial on the history of panties.
7) Corset. Another lovely piece of women’s lingerie. They might not be the most popular thing to wear amongst women, but they are probably one thing that men love to see women wear. I’ve had a few of them (department store brands) and I like the way the feel – the encasement, the firmness. And some of the come with garter straps for stockings (and that’s another post all together). They needn’t be fancy or frilly. And I think that’s what Victoria’s Secret is not getting right. They make a lot of lovely lingerie that just isn’t sturdy enough to wear all the time. Its just window dressing. They could do a lot for garter belts and corsets if they made them for every- and all-day wear. The Brits do it well (see the link to the left for StockingsHQ).
8) Catharsis. That’s what this blog is to me. A place to get it all out. Crossdressing is also a catharsis. Which leads to…
9) Clandestine (concealed, secret). That’s a good word for describing my style of crossdressing. I’m not one to wear a wig, make-up, and a dress in public places. When I am dressed in public, I’ll wear women’s khakis or jeans, more on the plain side than frilly and fancy. My blouses are similar. Underneath, however, it is all very feminine, from the colors to the styles of lingerie: stockings, pantyhose, panties, bras, camisoles. From the outside, one might not notice right away that I’m wearing women’s clothes – clandestine!
10) Climax. That’s what I have planned for later tonight once I arrive at the hotel. Strip down, take a nice hot bubble bath, shave, dress in some lingerie, then look as some porn – on the web and the few issues of Leg Show that I brought with me.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Questions You May Have, Answers I May Give
Ok, ok, ok! I realize that its been a week since my last post and my readership is way, way, way down. Things have been busy. Things have been boring. Things have not been much to write about. I will post again this week. I'm going on an overnight trip to New England.
In the mean time, are there any questions that you would like to ask me? I will do my best to answer them. Be creative, be funny, be inquisitive. Inspire me to be creative, be funny, and be thoughtful. Ask me the question that I didn't see coming out of left field. I feel that I need to re-connect with you. I need to pare down the list of links on the right side.
In the mean time, are there any questions that you would like to ask me? I will do my best to answer them. Be creative, be funny, be inquisitive. Inspire me to be creative, be funny, and be thoughtful. Ask me the question that I didn't see coming out of left field. I feel that I need to re-connect with you. I need to pare down the list of links on the right side.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
THX 1138
Have you seen this movie? It was one of George Lucas' movies. I remember watching it when I was a kid on TV. Very abstract. Its one of those movies that doesn't tell you everything you need to know. And that's what I like about it. There's so much that one could fill in. How did life get to be like it is? Is that all there is to their existance? What happens to THX?
www.thx1138movie.com
www.thx-1138.org/
Oh, and who came here from Laguardia Community College?
www.thx1138movie.com
www.thx-1138.org/
Oh, and who came here from Laguardia Community College?
Friday, May 12, 2006
Race Report
I finished the Broad Street 10-Mile Race on Sunday in record time for me, under 80 minutes! The first 8 miles were good, it was the last two that were the challenge. I just ran out of energy. My legs felt fine and breathing was pretty good. Next time I'll need to bring one of those gel packs for energy.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Just some random thoughts for the day
Green Tea. Just had a cup. Hit the spot.
Firewire. My eMac has two firewire ports. Up until last month I never used them. Then I bought an external hard drive for back-ups and storage. The Firewire port worked well when I first connected it. I was able to back everything up and read from the drive. Then about two weeks ago I tried accessing it again and my computer didn't recognize it. The drive came with a USB port also, and that worked. After a call to customer service, I sent the drive back. Today they said all is well with the drive and it is probably my eMac that is having the problem. They suggested re-setting the PRAM which I'll do later today. They also suggested that I connect another Firewire device, which I don't have. I'll have to borrow someone's iPod. (Yes, I'm the only Apple owner that doesn't own an iPod.) My question is this: why doesn't someone make a small device to test a Firewire port, sort of like one of those little USB keychain drives? It would certainly come in handy for me at times like this.
The Race. I'm ready for it. One stupid thing I did on Wednesday is I went for a long run wearing a pair of running shorts that I haven't worn in a long time. The chaffing on my inner thigh looks like a cheese grater was taken to it. Those shorts will go into the trash. I hope I see many women in running skirts. I think they're sharp looking. I mean, running behind a woman with a great ass in tight spandex shorts is quite overtly visually attractive. But there's something about the skirt. Its demurely sexually attractive. Or maybe its the thought of trying to get a look up it. Running behind, and trying to keep up with, a cute woman is better motivation for running fast than running behind some big sweaty guy that has antiperspirant running down his arms.
Bosco. Its George's PIN (from Seinfeld).
Tomorrow is National Home Brew Day. Go out and brew some beer!
Firewire. My eMac has two firewire ports. Up until last month I never used them. Then I bought an external hard drive for back-ups and storage. The Firewire port worked well when I first connected it. I was able to back everything up and read from the drive. Then about two weeks ago I tried accessing it again and my computer didn't recognize it. The drive came with a USB port also, and that worked. After a call to customer service, I sent the drive back. Today they said all is well with the drive and it is probably my eMac that is having the problem. They suggested re-setting the PRAM which I'll do later today. They also suggested that I connect another Firewire device, which I don't have. I'll have to borrow someone's iPod. (Yes, I'm the only Apple owner that doesn't own an iPod.) My question is this: why doesn't someone make a small device to test a Firewire port, sort of like one of those little USB keychain drives? It would certainly come in handy for me at times like this.
The Race. I'm ready for it. One stupid thing I did on Wednesday is I went for a long run wearing a pair of running shorts that I haven't worn in a long time. The chaffing on my inner thigh looks like a cheese grater was taken to it. Those shorts will go into the trash. I hope I see many women in running skirts. I think they're sharp looking. I mean, running behind a woman with a great ass in tight spandex shorts is quite overtly visually attractive. But there's something about the skirt. Its demurely sexually attractive. Or maybe its the thought of trying to get a look up it. Running behind, and trying to keep up with, a cute woman is better motivation for running fast than running behind some big sweaty guy that has antiperspirant running down his arms.
Bosco. Its George's PIN (from Seinfeld).
Tomorrow is National Home Brew Day. Go out and brew some beer!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I've Been Tagged...
...so here are my answers:
I AM: Getting excited about running in the Broad Street 10-Mile Race.
I JUST NOW: Rescheduled a meeting from today to Thursday. I feel like a secretary sometimes.
I SAID: Gadzooks!
I WANT: A DVD/VCR player that lasts longer than 18 months. I know these things are cheap, but I want something lasts a lot longer.
I WISH: I could make more time to run.
I HATE: When, at the start of a race and I'm in the section for my pace, I find myself passing people who should be further back.
I MISS: Pizza from where I grew up. It is THE best!
I FEAR: Getting injured before the race and not being able to run in it. Or that the alarm clock doesn't go off (al la Seinfeld).
I HEAR: That guy behind me humming.
I WONDER: Who cloned my credit card last week. I'm thankful that MBNA denied the person's charge and canceled it before any harm was done.
I REGRET: Eating all that oatmeal for breakfast - too much fiber.
I AM NOT: Going to eat that much oatmeal tomorrow.
I SING: In the car.
I CRY: "Fore!" when I hit the golf ball near someone.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: Horny, just most of the time. The other times I'm very horny.
I MADE: A trip to the UPS store last night. Darn external hard drive's Firewire port went kaput.
I WRITE: "..the songs that the whole world sings..." How did Barry Manilow get into my head today?
I CONFUSE: The names of a lot of my neighbors. I don't see them often enough to get the names right.
I NEED: Dark chocolate.
I SHOULD: Buy some new women's clothes. I mean, its almost summer.
I START: The race on Sunday at 8:30AM.
I FINISH: The race hopefully 80 minutes later.
I AM: Getting excited about running in the Broad Street 10-Mile Race.
I JUST NOW: Rescheduled a meeting from today to Thursday. I feel like a secretary sometimes.
I SAID: Gadzooks!
I WANT: A DVD/VCR player that lasts longer than 18 months. I know these things are cheap, but I want something lasts a lot longer.
I WISH: I could make more time to run.
I HATE: When, at the start of a race and I'm in the section for my pace, I find myself passing people who should be further back.
I MISS: Pizza from where I grew up. It is THE best!
I FEAR: Getting injured before the race and not being able to run in it. Or that the alarm clock doesn't go off (al la Seinfeld).
I HEAR: That guy behind me humming.
I WONDER: Who cloned my credit card last week. I'm thankful that MBNA denied the person's charge and canceled it before any harm was done.
I REGRET: Eating all that oatmeal for breakfast - too much fiber.
I AM NOT: Going to eat that much oatmeal tomorrow.
I SING: In the car.
I CRY: "Fore!" when I hit the golf ball near someone.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: Horny, just most of the time. The other times I'm very horny.
I MADE: A trip to the UPS store last night. Darn external hard drive's Firewire port went kaput.
I WRITE: "..the songs that the whole world sings..." How did Barry Manilow get into my head today?
I CONFUSE: The names of a lot of my neighbors. I don't see them often enough to get the names right.
I NEED: Dark chocolate.
I SHOULD: Buy some new women's clothes. I mean, its almost summer.
I START: The race on Sunday at 8:30AM.
I FINISH: The race hopefully 80 minutes later.
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