Friday, November 12, 2010

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Chicago Marathon 2009

The following letter was sent October 8 via email.

Dear Friends and Family,

I want to thank you all for contributing to my Chicago Marathon fundraising goal, which was to raise $1,600 with the National AIDS Marathon Training Program, benefiting the AIDS Foundation of Chicago. I’m proud to say that I more than met that. With your help, I raised $2,226.20, which will go a long way in the fight against HIV/AIDS.

I regret to inform you, however, that I won’t be racing in this Sunday’s Chicago Marathon. This past summer I was faced with some major medical problems, which included a week in the hospital followed by a week of recovery at home. In September, my doctor confirmed what I had already realized: that I wouldn’t be able to participate in this Sunday’s race. I was deeply upset by this, but understand that my health is ultimately what’s most important.

The National AIDS Marathon Training Program has offered to roll my fundraising over to Chicago Marathon 2010, so a year from now, I hope to be sending you an update with my race results. Rest assured that although I'm not participating in this year's race, your contribution is still going to this great organization.

Scott and I will be in Chicago this weekend, and are excited to explore the city and watch Sunday’s race. Of course it will be somewhat bittersweet, but I’m looking forward to cheering on the other program participants in their yellow race jerseys.

Thank you again for your generosity and support.

With love and thanks,


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Mean Girl

It's been over two months since my last blog post, and I know many of you have wondered what is up with Eric with a "C." I will say this: It's been one hell of a summer, and although I do have plans to return to blogging, I've given myself the task of "re-entering" the blog world with a BANG!

I've wondered for a while if Eric with a "C" should go a different direction, like if I want to blog exclusively about one subject (e.g., knitting, competitive endurance events, gay life and culture, guys with iPhones...), and I've decided no. I really like the content of my blog, that I can blog about a X-C ski race or triathlon, or about knitting, pie baking, gay rights--that it just sort of encompasses a day in the life of eWAC. But what I'm really tired of is the look and feel of Eric with a "C"--I honestly can't stand to look at Bowman's Minima template any longer.

I've played around with other Blogger templates as well as explored some of the other third-party templates out there, but to no success. I love good layout and design, I love typography, and I've decided that the only way to get this is to create it myself. I know nothing about the HTML coding world, so this could take me a while. In the meantime, enjoy this post from today's commute to work.

So there I am, minding my own business, reading my book on the bus ride to work. I am seated towards the back of the bus on a side seat, facing the windows. A few stops after mine, a young woman (i.e., Mean Girl), gets on the bus and sits directly across from me. Her MP3 player, which has a speaker and no earphones, is playing loud rap music. I give her a Minnesota look, and return to my book. She begins shuffling songs, the music gets louder with more “thump thump,” and my Minnesota look returns with disapproval. The dialogue begins:

Mean Girl: "Is my music bothering you? Why are you staring at me?"

Me: "Actually, yes, your music is bothering me. I shouldn’t have to listen to it."

Mean Girl: "Well I don't have my earphones with and I want to listen to my music. Are you prejudice?"

Me: "Excuse me?"

Mean Girl: "Are you prejudice? You’re sitting there staring at me, and I'm just sitting here listening to my music. Why don't you just ask me to turn it down?"

Me: "No, I’m not prejudice, and I shouldn't have to ask you to turn your music down."

Mean Girl: "Well your music’s bothering me."

Me: "I’m not listening to music."

Mean Girl: "Well you reading a book is bothering me."

Me: "I’m not going to argue with you."

I return to my book; actually, I stare at those two pages for the remainder of the trip, filled with rage and unable to concentrate on my reading. Meanwhile, she turns to the person to her left and asks if her music is bothering him. He replies, "It's fine." (Thanks, Pal.)

Always one to personify a song or movie to any life situation, I'm reminded of a scene from "The Wizard of Oz" with Auntie Em and Miss Gulch. I've always liked Em's response: "Almira Gulch! Just because you own half the county doesn't mean you have the power to run the rest of us. For twenty-three years, I've been dying to tell you what I thought of you. And now, well, being a Christian woman, I can't say it."

My stop is before Mean Girl’s, and a small part of me wanted to smugly tell her to have a nice day, or point out to her that maybe she's unable to read the graphic at the front of the bus that illustrates no amplified music,* but being the good Minnesota boy that I am, I exit the bus without a disdainful look or scornful word, and walk to work.

* According to the Metro Transit website: "If you're traveling with children, make sure they stay seated for the whole trip. Fold strollers and keep them out of the way. Don't smoke, eat or LISTEN TO MUSIC WITHOUT HEADPHONES [emphasis mine]. Finally, the aisle-facing seats in front are for seniors or riders with special needs. If the bus is full, please give your seat to a senior or a person with disabilities.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

HBO's New Mr. Big

Who is this Thomas Jane and why am I just hearing about Hung, HBO's newest series, only five days before its Sunday premiere?

From the HBO website:
Desperate times call for desperate measures and Ray Drecker's situation couldn't be much tougher. The former high school sports legend turned middle-aged high school basketball coach is divorced and struggling to provide for his kids when his already run-down house catches fire. Looking to take on a second job, Ray decides to exploit his best asset in a last-ditch attempt to change his fortunes.

Created by Dmitry Lipkin and Colette Burson, Hung uses dark humor to tell the story of a man fighting to survive personal setbacks that have been compounded by a troubled economy.
Scooter and I canceled HBO when Sex and the City went gone with the wind, but there's a new wind blowing, and it's...well...Hung.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Neti Pot: Not Unlike Waterboarding

According to, most of Minnesota is currently experiencing a moderate level of allergy conditions, which means that my life sucks for much of summer, and oftentimes into fall until Mother Nature's first frost. Having already suffered enough this allergy season--first with strep throat, then flu-like body aches and now severe head congestion--this time I'm forgoing the steroid nasal sprays and inhalers and trying the more homeopathic route of the Neti pot. Never heard of it? Neither had I, until Scooter sent me the following link by way of Doppelgänger.

I wish I could say my first Neti experience was reminiscent of fresh mountain breezes, or that the warm salt water exited my nasal passage like a fluid stream, but there was none of that. There was, however, some minor gagging, choking, spitting up and heaving. And although I've never been a victim of torture, I'm certain the Neti pot comes about as close to waterboarding as I will ever experience. Scooter captured last night's Neti on video, and you don't want to see it.

I tried it again this morning and, although there was less waterboarding, it's still by no means that "mother and daughter share an excited Massengill Douche moment together" experience.

I'm frightened, Auntie Em. I'm frightened.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Sexy Bread ca. 1980

Here's my secret to making good bread.

"The me the blues."

Yet another day of rain, and it's making me go all Annie Wilkes.
Annie Wilkes: Here's your pills.
Paul Sheldon: Annie? Annie, what is it?
Annie Wilkes: The rain. Sometimes it gives me the blues. When you first came here, I only loved the writer part of Paul Sheldon. Now I know I love the rest of him, too. I know you don't love me, don't say you do. You're beautiful, brilliant, a famous man of the world and I'm...not a movie star type. You'll never know the fear of losing someone like you if you're someone like me.
Paul Sheldon: Why would you lose me?
Annie Wilkes: Book's almost finished, your legs are getting better. Soon you'll be wanting to leave.
Paul Sheldon: Why would I leave? I like it here.
Annie Wilkes: That's very kind of you, but I'll bet it's not all together true. [pulls out a gun] I have this gun. [pulls the trigger] Sometimes I think about using it. I'd better go now. I might put bullets in it.
Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Thank You for the Music

This past Saturday evening was the Episcopal Church of St. Paul's biennial parish choir fundraiser. My parents attended, which was awfully sweet of them, and below is a photo of my mother and me photographed by Scooter, who managed to include it in the night's PowerPoint. Mother was overjoyed--and somewhat perplexed--to see a photo from that very evening. Sweetie scored big points for that.

At some point in the evening's festivities, my father decided to add some bling-bling by wearing the wineglass charms that Meema created and which ornamented 80-plus wineglasses.

Overheard from Mother:
First my son is gay, and now I have a gay husband.
They love their gay son, and I love them.

One of my silent auction contributions, "Bread So Good, I Can't Believe It's Not Jesus!" (Description: French croissants or baguettes, Norwegian Julekake, Italian focaccia, English muffins--Breadsmith Eric will bake 6 breads of your choice over the course of a year. It's the holiest bread ever!), and which I valued at $72, went for a whopping $150! "Norwegian Lefse Making with Eric the Red" also did well, as did "Log Cabin Weekend in Northern Minnesota." Thanks again to my parents for donating the family cabin for a weekend.

Jacob and John, newest friends and Doppelgängers, attended and sat at our table. (I continue to marvel at this sinical form of bilocation!) Fun to spend more time with them, and thanks to Jacob for capturing the bling-bling image of my father.

Scooter et al did a bang-up job with this year's gala--congrats to everyone involved on such a successful and fun event.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Screwed Without a Kiss

So I was totally dissed by Lass in Google Chat today, as in what I like to call a "Screwed Without a Kiss" kind of way. Twice I tried to chat her, and after minutes had gone by, I finally got the, "Sorry, busy with work don't have time" response. I felt betrayed and bewildered for much of the morning, and so when I did hear from her--in that "Gotta go!" Irish perkiness of hers--I decided to fight back Gilly style.

Lass: bye bitch, I'm headed out for the day, will talk to you tomorrow

eWAC: huh

Lass: love ya

eWAC: too bad you can't come to dinner tonight with other eric and burton

Lass: why can't I???

eWAC: oops

Lass: perhaps because I totally wasn't invited!
great, now I can go cry myself to sleep tonight


Lass: bye

eWAC: :)

Big Gay Ice Cream Truck

While Scooter's finishing up the morning rush over at Scooter Pie, A Bakery, having risen at 2 a.m. to perfect the day's goodness, I'll be getting my Big Gay Ice Cream Truck ready for the day's journey around the Minneapolis Chain of Lakes.

From Serious Eats: New York:
Rainbow sprinkles might mean something a little different on a soft serve cone from The Big Gay Ice Cream Truck. Doug Quint, a New York-based bassoonist who just finished coursework for his musical arts doctorate at CUNY, is rolling out his playful new mobile dessert business as soon as his permit shows up (hopefully next week).

Let's face it, ice cream trucks are kind of queer, and a middle-aged white man driving one is pretty suspect," Quint said. "That's not to say that I'm a rolling hotbed of perversion. Hardly the case. It's all in the name of silly." That means his Twitter updates (@biggayicecream--yes, he's another street vendor on Twitter) won't be limited to the truck's whereabouts, but also involve haikus and requests for good cha-cha music.

There are a few noticeable differences between him and Mister Softee. For starters, his concern for Proposition 8 in California, but also his topping selection. The BGICT will offer olive oil and sea salt, Nutella, bacon, and any suggestions from his clientele, who will earn freebies when they sport his apparel (the tank top is called the "husband beater").

Be on the lookout for the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck in the West Village during the day, near East Village and Chelsea bars and clubs at night, and maybe even some Brooklyn appearances. If you hear cha-cha music, the rainbow sprinkles shouldn't be far.
Best of all possible worlds, indeed.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Betty Bowers Explains Traditional Marriage to Everyone Else

Betty Bowers, America's best Christian, explains the biblical origins of marriage. NSFJF (Not Safe for Jeebuz Freaks).

Monday, June 1, 2009


From YouTube member Fagottron. Love this!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Will Gay Marriage Also Cause Your Kid to Misspell?

You know I love me a good typo, like this one found in the final frame of NOM's most recent New York marriage ad.

Once the misspelling of marriage was pointed out, NOM "corrected" it with this version:

Will third time be the charm?