TMI Tuesday.

I have a pinched nerve in my neck which is causing great pain. Ice, Motrin and Flexiril should help.

1. What is your language pet peeve. (example 'hot water heater', why would you heat hot water)

Well, I get annoyed when people mispronounce "nuclear" (nucular), "jewelry" (jewlery), "height" (heighth), and "drown" (dround). And there is no such word as "irregardless"-- it is a double-negative that renders itself pointless. But the one that really annoys me is when people say, "I could care less." They mean, of course, that they "couldn't care less." If they "could care less," then they really do care.

2. What is your favorite word? Both dirty and clean?

"Fuck." "Dream."

3. What is the one word you cannot spell?

Haven't met one yet.

4. What is the one word you always pronounce wrong?

I have a terrible time when I have to say the word "particularly." And I've had to say it in several plays.

5. If you could erase one popular catchphrase from the english language, what would it be?

Again, I could go on. I'll use George Carlin's. "Have a good one." Carlin's response? "I already have a good one-- what I want is a big one!"

Bonus (as in optional): The late, and very hot Michael Hutchence (INXS) once sang, "Words are weapons, sharper than knives" . What is the most hurtful thing you have ever said to anyone? Was it deliberate or accidental? What was the most hurtful thing ever said to you? Do you think it was deliberate or accidental?

I have been known to lose my temper and say a lot of hurtful things I regret later. The worst was, "I hate you." Yes, it was deliberate. I was called an asshole once by someone; that hurt. And yes, it was deliberate.

'Nuff Said Monday.

A retro edition today.

Jon-Erik Hexum, model and actor, who died far too young.

One of my first and most intense tv crushes.

My 25th Reunion.

Here are two pictures from my reunion. The first has me (foreground) looking at a bunch of other folks. Note my "vodka and water dirty with olives" in my hand as I prepare to face my past.

The second is the entire group that showed up. I am third from the left, in the back row.

What a grand time!

Neglect.

Oh, it's been a crazy summer.

I've been quite lax about the blog, failing to keep all my tens of faithful readers updated on my life. So, here is a little about what I've been up to.

My big project at work has been the creation of a dvd that will train librarians and library workers in how to use drama to get kids interested in books. The project was funded by a grant from the Illinois State Library using federal monies from the Library & Museum Association. Total cost: about $65,000. The film is professionally filmed and edited by my friend Anthony, who has his own production company. I am so excited for this project to be completed-- which should be any day now.

On the relationship front, I am not doing any dating and enjoying it. I did have a lovely afternoon with a fellow I met through Stephen's blog. We had a nice dinner, then went to see the Broadway in Chicago concert at the Petrillo Bandshell at Grant Park. Afterwards, a cocktail. He's a doll of a guy, and I was delighted to have made a new friend.

I attended a 6-week workshop for gay men called "Dating & Mating." My therapist moderated the workshop, and the focus was on determining what we are looking for in a relationship, what our realistic expectations for dating should be, and where to find the kind of men we'd like to date. It was really fun, interesting, and teeming with opportunities for making friends. This is important for me, as I have few gay friends. After living a rather insular existence for 16+ years with Jim, I am finding that I have to reinvent my social circle and create new experiences. I made one friend through this workshop who I really like-- his name is John, and he is 61 years old. You'd never know it, since he takes great care of himself and has a great youthful energy about him. He had been in a 25-year relationship which ended similarly to mine, so we have a lot in common. John is a sweetheart of a guy... I wish he were 20 years younger!

Then there was my 25th High School reunion. What a blast! I was thrilled to see some 80 people with whom I'd had no contact in all these 25 years. I felt great that I looked really good compared to most of the guys. Several of the girls told me I grew up to look "really hot." Great ego-booster, I must say! No one recognized me-- they all had to look at my nametag to realize who I was. That was the case with most of the guys; facial hair, weight, and hair loss can profoundly affect the appearance. The evening was great fun.

That's about all I have to report right now. Not terribly exciting, but busy.