Am I seeing double? I hope not, they’re both dreamy.
Posted by Richard Mankhey
I’ve been a fan of Grag Laswell since I saw his video for “How the Day Sounds” featuring the ever-adorable Elijah Wood (video here). His voice is sexy, his music is right up my alley and well…he’s just sexy;
Perhaps it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy…or just a sign of my personal preferences (i.e. taste in men), but imagine my surprise (and delight) when I discover the music of Mat Kearney recently. The man has a beautiful voice that, not surprisingly, sounds remarkably similar to Greg Laswell’s. His latest single “Closer To Love” video can be seen/heard here.
Well guess what the cat looks like?
Coincidence that he’s so sexy and uncannily similar in appearance to Greg? Need a better juxtaposition?
Uncanny, huh?
12 reasons you are totally missing out by not calling me
Posted by Richard Mankhey
1. I’m a decent (that means “clothed”, right?) stable guy with a good job, balanced morals, a penchant for serendipity, a good collection of friends, and an entertaining sense of humor. I went to good schools, had loving parents, and know my way around a formal dinner setting. I’m a good speller. I’m house-broken.
2. Dogs love me, and I can seduce most cats in about 15 seconds. Children think I’m funny and crazy and generally want to talk to me.
3. I look great in a suit, though truth be told I really don’t like dressing up. But I’ll do it if I have to and probably enjoy it.
4. In the event that you do call, and we do go out a couple times, I can’t rule out an incredibly passionate affair, which is quickly displaced and required to be held across an ocean (Southern Europe, perhaps?), and then I quit my job and follow you around and we buy an old farmhouse in Vermont with great skiing nearby. We spend some holidays and winters up there when we’re not in DC or NYC or Shanghai, wherever your work takes you, having extraordinarily passionate…um…conversations on snowy evenings after a long meal and two good bottles of wine, inviting friends to stay for long weekends, drinking coffee (even though I generally dislike it), heading to Montreal occasionally to laugh at the Quebecois (it’s not French, seriously) and enjoy the rich cultural chaos of that city. Meanwhile, I’m writing an amazingly intricate (or crap, doesn’t matter) novel, and you’re making tons of money. Also, we have a couple cats and not a single dog and possibly a feral hedgehog who keeps eating the plants around the house and two lesbian neighbors that provide us fresh vegetables, local gossip, and all the inside scoop on indie bands playing in the area. (We might have children in this fantasy, but that’s negotiable.) We get into fights about who does their share of the gardening or the laundry, and then have more great um…conversation to make up. The bartender of the local gay bar wants to hate us, but can’t bring himself to do so because we’re actually decent, cool guys and a lot of fun.
5. But, really, it’s just a fantasy - I’m also totally cool with a cheap, meaningless affair if you want. No-strings multi-orgasmic, safe um…conversation for three hours twice a week. Totally down with that.
6. My French is questionable and my Spanish excellent, and I can converse convincingly in Russian. I know what to do in an airport when your bags are lost, scribbled on, torn, confiscated, searched, peed upon, and/or eyed suspiciously by pissed-off underfed airport workers.
7. I eat anything. I don’t make a big fuss about choosing a restaurant, and I can almost always find something that I like, but I will *always* ask for my dressing on the side.
8. I’m great with mothers, good with fathers and brothers and sisters, and can usually even coax conversation from the sullen 16-year-olds. I get along well with my family, have the World’s Best Mom, and know how to deal with the normal and the crazy (I have both!)
9. I require no ET-OH whatsoever to do a smashing job of virtually any song you care to throw at me during a cutthroat game of Karaoke Roulette.
10. I don’t have swine flu.
11. I am willing to lay money down on the fact that I know enough about people that I can pass all of your friends’ “Tests” without leveraging what I know about people.
12. I can still recite one of the poems we had to memorize in 6th grade: W.E. Henley’s Invictus - and while it’s quite a dark poem to give to 6th graders, I think it’s great and try to remember it when I need to be kicked in the slats and actually do something. I still (mostly) control my fate, dammit.
So, take control of yours. Call me.
Better Late Than Pregnant
Posted by Richard Mankhey
Though at present time I have a limited number of readers of my blog (a.k.a. ‘can count them on one hand and it’s a deformed hand with two fingers and NO thumb), I’m still apologetic for not posting my thankfulnesses last night. So…to atone for my negligence, I’ll write 6 things I’m thankful for in this post in my seemingly futile, but ultimately effective attempt to appease the gods:.
So for Saturday the 24th, I’m thankful for:
- FINALLY getting a favicon that I’m happy with for my website
- Waking up on a weekend before 9 am to work on aforementined favicon and website.
- Fighting instinct to get off my butt and go out in DC with Jason for a birthday party at Duplex Diner on 18th and U St. I’m just happy I could spend time with Jason when I could have flaked on the whole shindig. It was well worth it.
And for Sunday the 25th I’m thankful for:
- Sleeping in (and Jason for being so amenable to me being so lazy)
- Mimosas (and overly-attentive waiters who bring them to you…and recommend garlic bread for an appetizer….and you balk but eat it and find it to be INSANELY delicious)
- Good intentions and the reason they’re called ‘intentions’ and not ’sucessfully concluded action items’…because despite the fact that I did nothing today that would have normally been on my laundry list of items for the weekend…I loved every minute of it and that’s what I’m thankful for, damnit.