cachorro :: bear cub

esta noche he vista la película cachorro con mi príncipe después de un día muy bueno. la peli es del género gay, pero no se trata del guión típo [dicho esteriotípico] del dicho género. me ha gustado mucho. el protagonisto es hombre gay cuyo sobrino llega vivir con él. se sigue una historia de familia, de amor, de amigos, y de comprensión. os sugiero verla en seguida. en inglés se llama bear cub y supongo que se puede encontrar donde se alquila películas, o en le sección de películas extranjeras o gays.

aquí tenéis el avance/tráiler



hic extraneus sum

...and then he were hown

after months of werk in the south, i am back in my own home. my howm. it feels good to sleep in my own bed, to sit on my own couches, to cook in my own kitchen. it feels good to decorate with my pictures; my family and my friends. it's nice to not have to worry about other people being happy and content. alone i live not, for my sister lives with me. i should write that i've been setting the hown with her as well, lest you start to think that i'm décor crazy sans consideration for her.

prince comes tomorrow for the weekend. it's always nice to have him here; in his arms and hands and eyes. yup, sappy. interesting, i'll be seeing dinosaur one last time before i get prince. dino is moving and one last how-are-you and let's-keep-in-touch meeting will satisfy all party's sociocast need to be civil and civilised and proper. really, though, what is proper in that situation?

i've been gallivanting around the city with an suv (don't hate, it wasn't mine) and acquired a few new purchases: shelves, desks (really cool desk with sawhorses and a slab - très industrial chic), tables, vacuum and iron (don't laugh. these are prime accoutrement required for any hown), and of course my newest fun make-me-happy: my MAC. oh how i like to be cool. i mean kewl. no, i mean cool. it makes me happy. je suis le happy.

but now, it's way past the hour i had intended to get to sleep. in fewer than seven hours i need to be up and out the door to start my weekend.

the best to you, all of my avid readers. or something.

hic extraneus sum

fall.ing into a new season

only days away from september, and the start of yet another new chapter in my lewe. i can't hardly believe that four maande have gone by and that i've established myself as a professional interpreter here. it feels like just yesterday i finished my last class, that i crossed the stage and received my piece of paper, that i finally exhaled.

that's life i guess. and life is for the living.

i'm living mine, that's for sure.

not so much angst or anger these days; i'm baie happy with my maan, with my werk, and with my situation in lewe.

confucius had it right:
everything has its beauty, but not everyoen sees it

i try to see the world's beauty,
but those who know me
know that i wear glasses.
a new, stronger prescription though this summer.
same blueberrry frames. loves me 'em.

i didn't want this entree to tern into a rant or stream or conscience (still find it interesting that that's con-science, anyway) but that seems to be where this is heading.
i fear i should stop, lest i get on about nothings and noughts and end up boring you all
all of you...
who's there?

that's me finished. still a stranger, but a happy one.

hic extraneus felix sum