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| So long, kid. |
| 06.07.04 (7:14 am) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...The end is near.
As of this post, I will no longer be maintaining this blog. My time would be better spent with my gorgeous, sexy wife, Vesper. For those of you who were curious, I make my living as a writer and editor. I'll always be the faceless man in the suit.
Have a nice life!
~Vigilante
The End.
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| Red Metro 9 |
| 05.21.04 (4:22 am) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...RED METRO 9
The words drop
The next stop
Red Metro 9
Once I’m there
Black cashmere
She brushes by
She bumps my
And takes a
Split hesitation
She met eyes
Held her breath
So nonchalant
And now intrigued with
Smiling at
Black leather toes
But it is there
Currents buzz the air
Please be mine
Red Metro 10
Doors yield again
Many elbows
They brim aboard
Now she and me
To eyes could be
Mistakenly
Except that we
Deny
Our eyes
While yet so
This warm-near-glow
Are sharing
Are breathing
Please be mine
Locomotion
Crowded commotion
I fight the ocean
On Metro 9
My dueling reasons
And emotions
Fire both guns
I close my eyes
What do I do?
I dare not loose this
This perfect moment
Oh please be mine!
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| Russian Art |
| 05.13.04 (9:16 am) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...Before I go.
 I've put together a slideshow of a unique Russian art called, as I understand it, 'Palekh.' Most samples of this brand of art come from dishes, cigar cases, and boxes (thus difficult to scan). Ivan Golikov is something of the 'Father' of Palekh, and he is famous for his work, [i]The Snow Maiden [/i](seen second from last). I think it is very interesting, so see for yourself. I'm sorry the images are not clearer.
Palekh art.
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| Out for the Count |
| 05.13.04 (8:48 am) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...Traveling again.
Hi neighbors! I'll be taking a long weekend, so I cannot guarantee that I'll have the chance to entertain you with more non-fiction from my enviable life. But just for a few days. If you miss me, read my past posts. Wink.
I'd like to take this chance to thank each of the three people who have thus-far voted for me to be featured. Thanks and extra gravy!
Hope [b]you[/b] have a pleasant weekend!
~Vigilante
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| UFO Slideshow |
| 05.12.04 (1:25 pm) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...UFOs.
If you keep abreast of the news,  you may know that the Mexican Air Force has recently released a UFO video. This video, taken March 5th, shows eleven UFOs circling the airplane. This news follows on the heels of dozens of UFO accounts given in Iran last month. Not to mention Canada and Australia.
Venus? Spy-planes? Weather balloons?
Personally, I'm a skeptic. But I never say never.
See UFO slideshow.
Have a weird day, everyone!
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| Backtrack |
| 05.11.04 (2:18 pm) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...Lazy weekend.
I did have a good weekend. Vesper and I each picked a movie to watch. She picked [i]The Haunted Mansion[/i]. I chose [i]The Last Samurai[/i], and, although she was skeptical at first, Vesper liked it a lot. Frankly, I love it.
On Sunday we met some friends for lunch and then came back to change before we went to the lake. Our friends told us they would pick us up in twenty minutes. We were undressing in the bathroom when Vesper noticed that I was watching her enthusiastically. Wearing only a shirt, she sat up on the sink and gave me a wink.
I love my life.
Have a good day, everyone! Oh, and I'm sorry I didn't write much in the past few days.
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| Neglect |
| 05.11.04 (6:47 am) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...Hi world.
I'm not in much of a verbose mood today. I will appologize for my neglect later.
 I've put together a collection of René Magritte's work. I'm fond of his bowler-hat men. Perhaps you can guess why. Enjoy...
Slideshow: René François-Ghislain Magritte (1898-1967)
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| Pin-Up Slideshow |
| 05.07.04 (9:39 am) [edit] |
Stumbled across these great paintings and thought I might share them with you. Oil on canvas.
 Perhaps the greatest pin-up artist ever, Gil Elvgren painted most of these pictures for Brown and Bigelow magazine between 1945 and 1972.
Work safe. Enjoy. View pin-up art.
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| Picasso |
| 05.06.04 (9:27 am) [edit] |
$30,000 to $104,000,000
Yesterday Pablo Picasso's [i]Garcon A La Pipe [/i]became the priciest painting ever sold. The previous  owners purchased the painting at thirty thousand dollars; it sold at over a hundred million dollars. Amazing! The Spaniard painted this work, known in English as [i]The Boy with the Pipe[/i], when he was twenty-four years old. [For all of you crafty scrapbookers out there, it was Picasso who introduced the technique of collage.] Does anyone else think that the boy in the painting looks like Macaulay Culkin?
[i]Economy of means[/i]. This is a term that wealthy people throw around to justify how much they spend on chandeliers and yachts. Spending strokes their egos.
If you have too much money, go buy a [url=http://img2.photobucket.com/a...]homeless guy[/url] a cheeseburger.
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| My Other Suit |
| 05.06.04 (8:54 am) [edit] |
A new twist on Wednesday as "Hump Day."
Last night, I was shaving in the shower. [Note to men: This is the best time to shave. You don't need that mirror.] I heard the door open and close. Saw a shadow through the shower curtain. I half-expected a knife and three eerie busts of synthesizer. But no. This shadow had curves.
It was Vesper. She pulled back the curtain, stepped in, and said, "You're not leaving till I get what I want." I will refrain from describing the following moments in detail except to say that we laughed a lot more than you would probably imagine. Suffice it to say that the dementions of a tub require creativity.
[Note for women: Intimacy is extremely satisfying to a man's psyche, especially when you initiate. Men enjoy being lust-worthy, too.]
Vesper informed me that tonight we will try the couch.
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| String Celebrity |
| 05.05.04 (8:26 am) [edit] |
I have decided that what the civilized world needs is a celebrity violinist. But who?
The world need positive, provocative musician role-models to inspire its fledgling youth. What I don't mean is to give William Hung a cello. True, he would be an instant hit in the pop world, but he would not inspire aspiring celloists to practice more. He's not what I had in mind.
Yo-Yo Ma is a celebrity, I admit. But he is not the David Beckham of the music world. No one throws panties onto his stage. Have you seen the women from the Bond quartet? That is more of what I had in mind. They fuse an intriguing blend of the classic and the modern and dress it up in French fashion.
Perhaps I am too quick to draw this conclusion, but most famous violinist are either bland-looking Russian men with lots of thick hair or lovely Asian women, both of whom take themselves far too seriously.
The world's love affair with the violin will never die. Nothing is more beautiful than classical stings. But the violin needs a makeover if it will ever steal the limelight. It needs a handsome face, a smart Boss suit, sweat, style, and arrogance. Set it to a high-energy beat. Con brio!
I plan to start taking lessons this week or next.
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| A Cool Five Mill' |
| 05.04.04 (1:04 pm) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...The Kentucky Derby.
Movies I love. Television, I don't. However, over the rainy weekend, just after the D.C. United match, I saw the Kentucky Derby.
Those hats. Women in gaudy hats are just as much a part of the derby as are the horses. Personally, I find them laughable. Mockable. But if it had been the Moroccan Derby, the hats would somehow have seem fashionable.
The race was over before it started. The pot, a cool five million, went to the family of an old gentlemen with a power wheelchair. The whole family cried and clapped each other's back. The old man nearly fainted.
All in all, it was a feast to watch. And the mud! Yes, there was mud everywhere. It contributed to the atmosphere. The atmosphere of the derby is what makes it special. In a rare attempt at class, sporting Americans refrain from hanging Bud Lite and Pespi banners over the rails.
To the European gentry, the whole event must procure enormous amounts of ridicule. Americans lacks the pristine elegance of the bourgeois. "By George! Do you see the way those chaps cry and carry on? It's only five million, after all!"
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| The Man in the Suit |
| 05.04.04 (6:26 am) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...Now to introductions.
I am the faceless man in the suit. I leave no fingerprints or treadmarks. Perhaps you have seen my silhouette beneath the streetlamp or noticed my empty tea cup on the cafe dinette. I slip through the blurry crowd and stroll by the moonlit river. I'm almost fiction.
 But I am a man, afterall. If you were to see me, and you won't, you'd say I look twenty-four. You'd say I'm soft, smooth, and dignified. Dashing. You might think I'm well-off. If you were to hear me speak, and you won't, you might say I have a soothing voice. But I like silence. If you were my lover, and you aren't, you'd say I was gentle and exciting.
I know when I am wanted. My damoiselle will tilt her face away, show me the dark of her eyes, and smile like Mona Lisa. When I come near her, she draws me in by my tie, and wrap her hand around my neck. I love the feel of her nose in my face. I love my hand around her waist.
As for my name, you may call me
Vigilante
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| I Am Vigilante, Hear Me Roar |
| 05.03.04 (2:05 pm) [edit] |
![]() =http://img2.photobucket.com/a...
He's tall and he's dark,
Like a shark, he looks for trouble,
That's why the zero's double,
Mr. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
He's suave and he's smooth
And he can soothe you like vanilla.
The gentleman's a killer.
Mr. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.
Damoiselles and danger
Have filled the stranger's past.
Like a knife he cuts thro' life
Like ev'ry day's the last.
He's fast and he's cool.
He's from the school that loves and leaves 'em,
A pity if it grieves 'em.
Mr. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang's not a fool.
Oh, damoiselles and danger
Have filled the stranger's past.
Like the knife he cuts thro' life
Like ev'ry day's the last.
He's fast and he's cool.
He's from the school that loves and leaves 'em,
A pity if it grieves 'em.
Mr. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang's not a fool.
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