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Always surprises me how much analysis is done on food intake, and how little on energy output. When I was a young 'un, we rarely sat still, and the only heavy kid in our neighborhood had two overweight parents. Eating was a time waster and, when dinner was over, we were outside burning it off. We had one car and my father took it to work every day. If I needed to go somewhere, I walked or rode my bike. So did everybody else. My stepdad worked on a farm in the Pennsylvania Dutch country. For breakfast, they had ham, bacon, eggs, scrapple, shoe fly pie, apie cake, and sticky buns. Every day. And lunch was just as big. But they worked it all off before supper, which was a much lighter meal. I was visiting a hospital in that neck of the woods several years ago, and noticed the younger girls who were working as nurses' aides. Many of them were huge. I'd pass them waiting for the elevator and never once did I see them walk the two or three flights to the top floor. Yet the biggest displays in the local supermarkets were always potato chips, at least a half-dozen local brands, and one was made with lard. The food was just like the old days, but the exercise was almost nil. I'm not suggesting we'll go back to the days of hard physical labor, and I'll count on evolution to winnow out those who can't adjust their metabolism to balance energy intake and output. But evolution takes time. I'd bet on five generations at least until we start seeing lots of folks who can eat what they like, enjoy a sedentary lifestyle, and not be overweight. There are a few who can do that now, but I think they are a small minority. In time, I expect we'll see many more. In the meantime, I believe we're in an evolutionary transition period where we are still eating like our grandparents who worked their butts off, and yet burning a fraction of the calories they did. By the way, the potato chips back there were excellent! Especially the ones made with lard. I'll be thinking of them during my walk.

Work on the new Thessoloniki subway ground to a temporary halt today when workers found an ancient underground road dating back 1800 years. Paved in marble, the road lies atop a second road that is 500 years older and is believed to mark the route of the first Greek Gay Pride parade held in 300 BC. The Grand Marshall is shown below with his boyfriend, Anthimos the Amenable.

6'2" Marlon Teixeira, here hanging out with BFF Francisco Lachowski: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=G5iC97kp158

Thanks for the vote of confidence, MsGuy, but I don't have a clue how the Google Toolbar works, other than what I just read on this page. If I'm reading it right, the user (you) has to choose to install buttons. Here's a link that tells a website owner how to build a custom button for the user to click on and install on his Google Toolbar but, again, it looks like the user has to take the initiative and choose to click on it before it's installed. Haven't yet come across anything that suggests websites are 'pushing' hot links onto unwitting users via the Toolbar, and you just may be the canary in the coal mine. If the practice becomes widespread, I can definitely see the potential for low comedy to ensue.

There were gays in Greece long before there were clerics. I think he should shut his big fat pierogi.

And the company that I worked for forty years ago is today one of the gay-friendliest companies in the U. S. But that was then and this is now, a divide that many of the younger folks among us did not experience firsthand. Not that I'm not sympathetic to the argument that we all have a calling to be pioneers and make things better for those who follow. And Harry Hay is a god. I wasn't ready though. I was still in the process of proving to myself that a gay boy such as myself could beat the straight boys on their home turf. I wasn't born knowing that, and needed to learn it. Equally important was the knowledge that being gay is only part of who I am. There were other things I believed in too and most of my efforts went in those directions. When I moved to San Francisco in the early seventies, there were a number of men who seemed to have much of their identity revolve around being gay. Had I been one of them, I expect I'd have given more to that cause. Have I shared too much? Well, my point is that we all have our stories, and our reasons for making the decisions we do. Some are complex, as others have said. So I plan to work getting my own act together and let Chace Crawford work on his. If there's a small role for me in his little production, I'd be only too happy. Well, first, you don't get around nearly enough. Second, it has been well over a year since you laid eyes on me and the intervening months have not been kind.

I heard that picture of Prince William sneaking a whiz was photoshopped. He was actually taking a dump.

Good questions, Lucky. When I was in my twenties, even though it was after Stonewall (just barely), I was happy being gay. But those responsible for deciding whether I'd be successful in climbing the corporate ladder in the Fortune-500 company I had just joined would not have been happy. No doubt I'd have been sidelined. Far from an opportunity to be a corporate trailblazer, I'd have thrown away a career I was anxious to build. I came out to family and a few close friends. But I wanted to be successful in the workplace based on what I could do, rather than who I slept with. So my choice, forty years ago, was to keep my life compartmentalized. I don't walk in Chace Crawford's shoes, or anyone else's. I don't know what his advisors are telling him about the career effect of coming out versus letting his preference remain a topic of conjecture. Only he knows that. So, personally, I'm content to let him make his own decision. If he wants my advice, he knows where to find me.

Fine by me. I'll just snuggle behind the lines with my Kashmiri sweater.

Apropos of nothing, I learned today that Pakistan does not let gays into the military, a policy which may one day bring the generals to grief. Personally, I wouldn't care to tangle with the two hijras below, and feel confident that they would be a match for any terrorist who got in their way. They would certainly know how to put a working coalition together and keep it together.

How very thoughtful of them! Though, if I had to guess, I'd suspect it's Google who's been tracking your browsing proclivities and giving you the direct transfers. Did they also provide you hot links to Aeroflot and Russian wedding chapels?

I'm there! For the past month, TNT has been running old episodes, one or two from each season. It's fun to watch the production values creep up as the show attracted veiwers and bigger budgets. But JR stayed the same.

Well, you know, Hi, despite the lovely grounds and beautiful exterior, the Taj Mahal is, after all, a mausoleum, a tomb for the emperor's third wife. Not so much as a formal dining room, let alone a shoe closet. The Shah's beloved didn't settle in until after she'd been dead for better than twenty years. So I guess the next move is up to you.

Certainly appreciate the timely report but next time please feel free to delay posting at least until you're enjoying the post-coital cigarette. Seriously, I really enjoy hearing about your experiences. The detail is terrific for those of us cheering you on from the sidelines. Especially nice to know that one can have a great time, even getting around like a local, with just a smattering of Portuguese. Many thanks!

Great pics! Thanks for sharing.

Great pictures! Takes me back, although when I was there forty-some years ago, there weren't any skyscrapers. If you like mangoes, be sure and try some. The best in the world. Cut a ripe one around the circumference, twist apart, and eat with a spoon. Yum! And clothes! You should be able to get a shirt custom-made in a day or two, and at a price close to store-bought. One thing I recall, and I wonder if you and your beloved notice it: You can be walking along the most crowded street or in the bazaar, and you'll never have anyone touch or even brush against you. A remnant of the caste system. I really envy you your time there. What cities are you going to next? I'm sure Westerners aren't much of a rarity in the cities but, if you get into the boondocks, don't be surprised if a stranger invites you home for dinner and gives you the best meal of your life. आनन्द! PS: A few weeks ago, there was a TV program that showed Indian pole wrestling. It's not what you think. It's a form of gymnastics using only a pole, and popular among twenty-somethings. It's done on the street or in a park, so you won't have to buy tickets. Just ask around until you find places where it's practiced. You'll see some incredible bodies and, from what I saw, the boys love to show off.

The Three Caballeros (mainstreamed the all-male conga line)

I'm very sorry to hear it, EXPAT. It's good that you are there for your sister.

Sounds a bit Jimmy Hoffa to me. Am I - umm - 'going' somewhere?

So does poker make your fingers longer, or do you think Brent Hanks is packin'?

You might give Roger Ailes a call.

Some mighty fine posting, EXPAT! You brought whole new worlds to life. I sure hope you'll keep it up. I'd hate to lose track of who's boinking whom in them thar hills.

Wait till next year. 世界新秩序 . . . 世 - 界 - 新 - 秩 - 序 . . . 世界新秩序

Aren't there usually a couple of piss queens here at night? Maybe they're home posting in that damned contest. You think they're in that thing too? Everybody else is. I haven't had a decent blow job since New Year's. Hope it's over soon. Yeah, me too.