Jan 132019
 

Blogging was a thing once. Then it wasn’t and then it seemed like it was again. And now…who knows. I’m pretty sure I don’t much care whether it is or it isn’t. After all, sweater vests aren’t a thing (even if they ought to be) and I wear those, which is just like blogging. See?

All of this preamble is warm-up to me trying to show some love to My New Plaid Pants a blog about beautiful men in great movies and TV that I’ve read daily for at least the past eight or nine years. If blogging isn’t a thing, I don’t care as long as this blog continues to exist.

I don’t know the author, Jason Adams, in person, but I think he’s great just the same and wish we lived in the same city and were best friends. His blog is funny yet totally unapologetically sincere. It is also somehow—and seemingly impossibly given the number of posts going up every day—1) not his day job and 2) not all he has going on. It boggles the mind.

So why sing the praises of Jason’s Pants today after all these years? Let me explain.

First, for reasons I’ll leave unspoken, I thought of and went searching for this post containing the picture of Alexander Skarsgard sitting off to the side here. Importantly, what I wanted was not the photo—(sorry Alex)—but instead the exact wording of the suggestion that we might, to our dismay, think of this picture the next time we try on a bathing suit, a comment that to this day makes me laugh out loud.

Second, finding the specific post took some time and effort because there are A LOT OF POSTS ON THIS BLOG. Skarsgard’s tag alone had 242! So as I undertook the “onerous” task of flipping through all of those pictures one by one, I stumbled across this post which screencaps the hell out of a scene from True Blood so wonderful that—to keep my life from seeming a drab worthless wasteland of day after day after day and then tomorrow too—my mind let it slip from my memory. But now I have remembered and am overwhelmed and may have to watch the whole series again. Damn your Pants, Jason Adams!

Third, the next day I went back to the blog only to discover that the final post before the weekend was Adams letting everyone know that he was going to rewatch Shcrader’s film about Yukio Mishima’s life, death and fiction: Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters. The photo that ends the post—I think it’s a still from the film that is mimicking images from a famous late-in-life photo shoot—is a showstopper: the male artist objectified and beautiful.

So today, all my love to My New Plaid Pants. May you strut your stuff for years to come.

Jan 122019
 

In general, I don’t like movies about children. What I learned reading this book is that I may not actually like books about children either. This bodes ill for the rest of the series.

(This was a problem with my response to Carson McCullers’s fiction as well, but one that I got past because of the narration.)

Jan 032019
 

Our second day in Saint-Michel-des-Saints was clear and bright and very very cold. A half foot of snow had fallen covering everything. After breakfast, one of our friends set out croissant for the birds, and female blue jays came to eat them. I’d only ever seen the males, but the female, even without the brilliant blue coloring, are almost more beautiful.

With the table cleaned up and the fired taken care of, we put on our boots, coats, scarves and hats and set out to walk around the lake. It was beautiful.

Jan 032019
 

For New Years, the Beav and I were invited up north to stays with friends in a chalet on a lake in Saint-Michel-des-Saints.

The drive up was long and in the days since Christmas winter had finally set in. The fields were covered in snow and the rocks dripped icicles.

We got to the chalet early enough to offer to make dinner. The kitchen stove was wood burning rather than electric, so we were improvising a bit, but everybody chipped in and dinner—apple and sausage stuffed guinea fowl—was perfect and delicious. Done eating we helped everything digest with a quick walk in the cold.

Back inside, we shared a toast, wished each other a happy 2019, and by 10:30, were in bed and off to sleep!