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baby, it’s cold outside

This was the scene out my bedroom window yesterday afternoon in the middle of the storm, so you can see 'my' backyard (which has been taken over by the cafe on the first floor) and the yards in back of the surrounding buildings.

Since you’re on the internet, you must be aware that the east coast got quite a storm yesterday. This is going to sound like a ham-fisted stab at book promotion, but this storm was a lot like the one on which I based Kindling Fire with Snow. In Brooklyn, we got about two feet of snow, but this is complicated by the fact that most of the plow operators and sanitation workers who would clean it all up are on vacation for the holidays.

I’ve seen a lot of bloggers posting photos of the snow blanketing their lovely yards, but snow is something else in the city. So, I took a couple of photos. You can click on any of these to enlarge them (but I took them with my phone, so they are not that sharp).

This is a block near my apartment this evening. In the distance, there are people digging out their cars.

I am apparently not always of sound mine, because I got up this morning and figured I’d walk to my office. I didn’t learn until I got there that I needn’t have bothered, but I figure I earned some brownie points for hiking all the way there in snow up to my knees (it’s about a mile from my apartment). I came home this evening to find that things had much improved, at least as far as the sidewalks being shoveled, but as far as I can tell, Brooklyn hasn’t really been plowed yet.

This is my block, which, as you can see, hasn't even been plowed yet, as of just before 5pm.

The walk home, just as dusk was falling, was punctuated by the squeal of the tires of cars stuck in snow banks. It makes me pretty glad I don’t drive. Also pretty glad I didn’t have to leave Brooklyn, because a bunch of the trains are still out.

It’s sort of a fun adventure, but it’s sure as heck not easy to walk in. I am, granted, not exactly in peak physical condition, but climbing over those snow drifts was rough on my ankles. Here’s hoping they plow by tomorrow.

The snow day yesterday provided me with a good solid block of writing time, and I was quite productive, so at least we got something out of the storm. ;-)

sports and things

By some amazing coincidence, Jessewave had a post up yesterday about the lack of m/m novels about sports. I may have mentioned, I have been similarly bemoaning this lack. It seems like a natural combination, men and sports. Well, and also, I like sports.

My brother and I half-heartedly collected baseball cards as kids. Or, more likely, my brother collected them and, as with a lot of his toys, I sort of borrowed and looked at them. (Our toys were largely gender segregated, and I have no idea why. I mean, I liked Barbies, but I also liked action figures and Legos and baseball cards, you know?) As a kid, I was a Mets fan, if only because basically everyone who was a kid in the greater New York metropolitan area in the 80s was a Mets fan. (Also, it’s kind of a rule of living in New York: regardless of whether you follow a sport, you are required to declare a team loyalty. Mets or Yankees? Jets or Giants? And so on.) Then, when I was 12 or 13, my parents took me to my first real major league baseball game: Orioles at Yankee Stadium. The Yankees lost, but it didn’t matter: I was hooked.

It’s hard to articulate what I love about baseball exactly. I love all of it. I love the history, the legends. I love the statistics and math. I love how superstitious the players are, how insane the fans are. I love the players (and, okay, I like some players look in their uniforms). I like just sitting in the stadium, soaking it up, sipping a beer.

I missed out on baseball last summer, so I didn’t actually make it to the new Yankee Stadium (which opened last year) until last night. My friend J accompanied me to a game—he’s a foul, loathsome, evil Red Sox fan, but he’s also one of my favorite people to argue the sport with, so he’s good company. He reminded me that the last time he’d been on Yankee territory was ten years ago, when we went to a Yankees-Sox game that got rained out. Anyway, the new stadium is gorgeous. All the photos in this post are ones I took last night.

I’ve started to write a baseball romance. It’s very early stages yet, I’ve got a loose outline and the first scene written, but that’s kind of it. I feel like this is my mission now, though. I mean, baseball! Romance! What more could you want?

COMPLETELY UNRELATED: Did you guys see this great essay by a gay 15 year old who is trying to get more GLBT books in libraries? If you haven’t, you should read it, it’s really good.

And speaking of books, there are about a million I want to read right now. And things I want to write. I should get cracking!

brooklyn pride

Yesterday was Brooklyn’s gay pride festival. Conveniently, it happens in my neighborhood. It’s a much smaller scale production than the big New York Pride parade, but there is a street fair and a night parade. I had to be somewhere else last night, so I missed the parade, but my friend M and I walked over to check out the street fair. I took a few photos. You can click on them to see larger versions.

BP Street Fair
The street fair kind of looks like every New York street fair you’ve ever been to, but with more rainbows and activism.

More rainbows!

Park Entrance
These balloons were at the 15th Street entrance to Prospect Park.

Big Gay Ice Cream Truck
We stopped and got ice cream from the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck. The truck can often be found near Union Square in Manhattan during the summer, if you happen to be in the city. I heartily recommend the Salty Pimp—that’s vanilla soft serve drizzled with dulce de leche, sea salt (!), and dipped in chocolate. You would think salt would be kinda weird on ice cream, but you’d be wrong; it’s actually delicious.

Parrot Man
I’ve seen this guy in the pink gown at every parade I’ve ever been to in Brooklyn. I call him the Parrot Man, because he’s always accompanied by that parrot on top of the other guy’s head.

Stage
Finally, we stopped to listen to some live music on the stage inside the park.