It Seems So Summery, In Summary
March 11, 2008 at 4:07 pm | In Cute Guys | Leave a CommentTags: Felipe Folgosi, Yehuda Levi
I think it’s the sunshine and the switch in time. I’m sitting here in Starbucks where the net isn’t free yet, before going to see my counsellor. I’m wondering why I’m not doing something more productive with my time and finding very few answers. I should be reading all about ‘Getting Things Done’ and making sensible plans to do sensible things at work, rather than chatting and waffling around on the Mail and Guardian forum site.
Oh, I wish I weren’t so judgemental though. A guy just came in, very badly limping, with a cane, bantering with the Starbucks people, and from how familiar he is with them I suspect that he’s not got much else in his life. (Judgement #1.) But rather than feeling kindly disposed to him he annoyed me because, in addition to being lame, I think he must be part deaf because his voice did boom loudly. (Judgement #2.) Now, I know a lot of people are loud in restaurants and coffee shops, because I guess a lot of people are either deaf or selfish or both (judgement #3), whereas I was taught that one tries to make as little bother to others as possible (that oh so British trait of apologizing for existing) (judgement #4), but this guy’s half yelled inanities were really grating on me. I don’t want to hear everyone else’s trivial boring observations on life, any more than I’d dream of imposing mine on them.
At least he didn’t have a crappy old car but a blinged out 300 so I don’t feel so bad. If he’d allied poverty to deafness and lameness, then I’d have carte blanche to feel tremendously guilty. Now I can luxuriate in feeling annoyed and vaguely superior. Just as unrealistic but if I only think it, not about it, much more comforting.
Yehuda Levi is a Fox
Or at least here he is in some stills and a video advertising for Fox, just like our old friend Michael Lewis and many other Israeli hotties do. As so often, just click on him little to make him big. Oh, if only everything could be grown or shrunk so easily. My stomach would be smaller and…
…well, let’s just enjoy the video, shall we?
…So Is Big Ol’ Felipe
Just one pic of Felipe today but that is surely enough, don’t you think?
(Six of one, a pack of abs of the other.)
Doing Much Better
March 10, 2008 at 9:43 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise, Israel, Work | 1 CommentTags: Felipe Folgosi, Israel, Kassam, Qassam, Sderot, walking, Yehuda Levi
Thank heavens.
Nearly finished all my stuff for the job – got all the information needed and my finger prints, now all I need to do is print out the signature form, sign it, and trot it over to the new organization.
Meanwhile at my current job, I’m not sure about ‘coming out’ to this one coworker. Friday G and I were called in to our boss’s office to be told that somebody had gone to the Inspector General with an informal (not written) complaint about him, and in the complaint had said that we were all as upset and feeling disrespected as the complainant was. Well, maybe, but when I chatted to this coworker afterwards, I told him that he should have really checked with us first before making that statement, and that our perspective may be different from his (he’s military, the rest of us are civilians). He then said that if the rest of us didn’t have the integrity to back him up then <trails off disapprovingly>. It’s not a matter of integrity when I don’t acquiesce in him taking disgruntlement to some more serious level, without asking me if I consent. It’s recklessness, which is a bit discouraging – a bit off putting.
Walking Works Wonders
Well it does – I did 60 minutes today, including some stretches a bit faster, or steeper than before. I did take a less than minute break at each of 30, 40, 45, 50, and 55 minutes, but I’m still very proud of myself. PHG was there, looking oddly attractive as usual, and there was some other good eye candy. My knee did hurt like mad afterwards, all better now, so I’ll have to remember to take my anti-inflammatories and pain-killers before, not after, working out. I’m just glad that I could do it after four days in a row of not going – it was hard on my back at first, and my spirits flagged around fifteen minutes in but I knocked it out and that’s the main thing.
Came home (in the daylight thanks to DST starting so early) to a delicious dinner C cooked – tagliatelle with fennel, tomatos, garlic, and chick peas. Mmmm delicious. Oversnaked on peanuts though. 
Must do better.
C takes such good care of me though – I’m so very lucky to have him in my life. I feel sorry for you that you don’t. 
All Booked
Booked our mini-break – first night in the Poconos in Pennsylvania, second just outside New Hope, also in PA. I hope it’s not too frigid. Also our delicious Sunday brunch in Lambertville, NJ.
Can’t Stop Kissing the Guys
Poor Yehuda Levi – in this clip from the Israeli soap opera “Ha-Alufa” (The Champion) he seems to get a smack on the lips (better than upside the head) from his co-star Ofer Schechter (seen above in a still from the same series). I think it has something to do with the teasing he is giving….
(One’d be tempted to make a war just to get to make love instead!)
Can’t Forget the Others
Just so you know we’ve not forgotten our mini-obsession Felipe Folgosi, here he is in his factory, with his big hot rod, just for you….
Imagine Your Child at This School
This is my blog and I get to be biassed and I get to say what I want and not worry all the time about that intellectual “on the other hand.”
It’s not all beer and skittles and homoeroticism in Israel.
The town of Sderot inside “Israel Proper” (i.e. not on occupied land), in the southern Negev desert, has been under daily attack from ‘home made’ (but still deadly) Qassam rockets fired from the adjacent Gaza strip, for months now. Daily life for people is punctuated by constant alarms – a female voice repeats over and over again over loudspeakers “Tseva Adom” or “Color Red” to alert residents that they have about fifteen seconds to get into a shelter before the missile hits – and because they’re cheap and inaccurate, the missile could hit anywhere in town. Of course, every time the Israeli Defense Forces try to find and destroy the rocket launch pads the international community goes apesh*t and threatens all sorts of sanctions. But ask yourself this – what would the US do if rockets were falling every day on Buffalo from Niagara Falls, Ontario?
Here’s a video of a kindergarten during an attack. What would your life be like if this were an everyday occurence? Would you worry about disproportionality of response or would you want safety first for your children and yourself and your family?
Repas a Zero
March 9, 2008 at 9:46 pm | In Cute Guys, Family, Friends, Work | Leave a CommentTags: Felipe Folgosi, Yehuda Levi
Is French for ‘go back to zero.’ That’s what being sick last weekend seems to have done to me – it’s been very hard to get into a routine.
Getting the paperwork together for the new job is proceeding apace; just one more piece of information and some fingerprints are all I need as of now. Who knows what will be requested of me in the weeks to come? I had to take a drug test, which was a new and unpleasant experience for me. Somehow your urine is yours, and having somebody else handle it in front of you is a unwanted intimacy. I really didn’t enjoy it.
I just didn’t seem to get to my workouts very much this past week – there always seemed to be something preventing me. I can’t really think of an excuse but everything just seemed so up in the air, if you know what I mean. Confusing and usettling. It’s like I’ve been absent from my life for the last few days.
Friday we had a very nice dinner with our friends at the Longhorn in Laurel but I had too much to eat – a whole rack of ribs.
Saturday I had a very nasty fright healthwise – we’ll just leave it at mentioning that I had to drink a lot of cranberry juice and things are all cleared out now.
I’m really just hoping that this coming week brings more regularity to my life. Not sure that it will but here’s hoping.
Sorry – not a lot of mancandy tonight, just one quick picture of Mr. Levi looking, unlike I have been, the picture of bright-eyed health….
…And the final (fifth) installment of Felipe Folgosi’s making-of video…
(Stay tuned for a video of Mr. Levi in more man-on-man snog action)
Watch This Space
February 28, 2008 at 7:26 pm | In Cute Guys, Friends, Work | 1 CommentTags: Felipe Folgosi, Work, Yehuda Levi
It’s been a while but I’m back. I’ve been off the last two days. Yesterday, I met with my counsellor and personal trainer. I wanted to ask the former about meeting with a possible new boss. I’m not sure about my continuing association with the latter. He’s getting on my nerves.
Whom I met today.
I was offered the job at the other organization, sight unseen, totally on the basis of my resumé, references, and reputation. It’s a supervisory position and a promotion.
Yes, I’ll need a higher level clearance but if it doesn’t come through, I don’t lose my current job. I’m pretty certain. The woman from the personnel office seems to regard returning phone calls as an unbelievably burdensome activity. I’m of course nervous about the background investigation, especially coming up with names of people in places I lived for so many years ago — who knows their neighbours?** Who stays in touch with the neighbours they hardly knew? I can tell you that for some of my residences, I knew nobody around me. I’ll have to figure something out. Some regular readers will know what I’m talking about. I may have to give the rental agent or landlord’s names. Oh, well.
** It may not be so bad; it’s just the last seven years; we moved here in 2001, so it’d only be here and the last apartment building. Where I knew nobody. Sigh.
In any event, it seems like a good place to work – they offer the compressed work schedule, don’t force employees to go on business trips except maybe to Fort Belvoir, and it’s a chance to try to be a supervisor. I’d be supervising two civilians (with one additional position vacant) and the work of one contractor. I hope I get it and that I do well. Being a supervisor seems sometimes more like being a baby sitter. I hope I can keep my cool. I know it will be more lonely at work. I can’t be anyone’s buddy. Not that I am, much.
Now of course comes the waiting time. And that squirmy feeling when somebody’s examining all sorts of details about your life and judging you.
So watch this space for future developments.
Best Wishes, J
Best wishes for a speedy recovery for my Godson. He’s a bit ill right now with a strep infection. I hope he feels much better very soon – that the antibiotics work and that he can go back to school. Apparently he gave his mum quite a scare.
You’re in my thoughts.
A New Space
Off soon to C’s DC office where they have a marvellous exercise room that I’m dying to try out. It’s a lot fancier than the sweaty gym that I normally go to! On the way I’m going to pick up a Brother PT-1880 Label Maker at Staples to help me get my desks in order. So professional I’ll look.
Something about A Man In A Uniform…
Yes, well, they can be easy on the eyes, like Yehuda Levi, here in a few shots from ‘Yossi & Jagger.’ Again, I really recommend the film.
As so often, you can cheer him (and the rest of us) by making him grow. Look how much his commanding officers makes him gr…er…cheers him up…
Or in Underwear
Here’s part four of making-of Felipe Folgosi.
And of course, it wouldn’t be my man-mad blog without a few shots of not-very-mini mini-obsession Felipe Folgosi. It appears that he’s tired of the dark underwear and has changed to a lighter gray set. Does it really make a difference – it’s still not appropriate for a factory.
(Do you want to to go a churrascaria and eat some Brazilian meat too?)
Another Odd Development
February 24, 2008 at 4:38 pm | In Cute Guys | 2 CommentsTags: Felipe Folgosi
Sitting here at Panera and blogging about another odd development in my surroundings. Thursday night as I’m coming home from the gym I see all sorts of ‘emergency services’ type vehicles outside the house next to ours – one big van with “Incident Response” written on it and all sorts of cars and things. No sirens or flashing lights, but a big flood light. (Those who know where I live – this is the fireman’s house, not the students’.) I see that two upstairs bedrooms’ windows are completely gone, down to the frame and I can quite clearly see in and it looks like nothing’s amiss. Nobody was panicking, or told me to stay away or that there was any hazard at all. The occupants seemed to be standing around in the street talking. Later on, they nailed sheets of plywood over the three windows (two in one bedroom, one in another) and left. And we’ve not seen them since. All their cars are gone, but there is still the usual pile of crap they have strewn about their yard – building materials, toys, sheets of plywood (he’s a contractor, too) and just stuff. But otherwise, the place looks abandoned. Like they’ve evacuated.
I don’t know who to ask what happened but I sure as hell don’t want the place to sit around partially boarded up – it takes a big hit on the neighbourhood’s atmosphere. An abandoned property is a Bad Thing. I think if I don’t see signs of life and repair within a week I’ll contact the city government and see what’s going on and what can be done about this rather irritating situation.
I’m assuming the people are all right because there were no signs of panic when it happened. But what do you think would cause somebody to tear out windows in two bedrooms, board them up, with no other sign of problems, then do little else, except leave leaving nearly everything behind? Can you please give me your thoughts?
I Can’t Leave It Alone
I can’t leave you alone, that is, without at least some eye candy, in the form of part 4 of the making-of video from Felipe Folgosi’s photo shoot. I hope you like it.
(If you looked like that would you ever wear a shirt either?)
Some Odd Developments
February 24, 2008 at 1:48 am | In Culture, Cute Guys, Exercise, Work | 1 CommentTags: Felipe Folgosi, walking, Work, Yehuda Levi, Yossi & Jagger
Hmmm where to start….
Thursday I’m sitting at work and a coworker from a different office, with whom I often have to work, comes over and says “I hear you’re leaving us?”
“First I’ve heard of it,” I reply.
Here’s what I pieced together. Earlier this week, somebody called for a reference on me from an organization where I’d applied for work. My boss gave me a good one, she says, and then told J, her boss. He went to his boss to tell him (because he felt an ‘obligation’). His boss then told this coworker’s boss, who told her.
Very professional. So I asked the coworker’s boss about it and he said that he could give me his insights into how to conduct a job search without ‘ruffling feathers.’ He gossips and passes on information he can’t possibly know to be true, and then has the gall to offer to lecture me on professionalism! What a jerk. Apparently he dislikes it that people think of the organization like a revolving door – but of course, people wouldn’t if they were happy and felt valued.
Meanwhile, back at the office, suddenly! as if by coincidence! what a surprise! I’m the flavor of the month, and there’s a definite chance that the compressed work schedule will be offered. There’s ‘a memo’ with the chief of staff to reconsider it and my boss went about asking when people would like to sign up for it. I have a strong suspicion that this is all bovine excrement.
What do you, gentle reader, think of all this?
The irony is that this other organization has never called me, not even for an interview, nor am I sure I’d take the job – there is some TDY (business travel) possibly involved, and I don’t know if I can get the upgrade to my clearance with C being a foreign national. And before I jumped I’d have to be 100% certain on it. Taking a job that “doesn’t fit” is a horrible horrible mistake.
I used to wonder if I’d made that mistake at this current place, but what keeps me going is the lovely lovely short commute (I leave home at 7:19 and get there at 7:50, comfortably before I’m due at 8:00), having Fort Meade’s amenities like the gym, and not having to travel. So any place I go would have to be sufficiently marvellous to make up for losing any of that. I used to commute straight through the heart of DC every day and I do not want to go back to that without a substantial increase in pay. Substantial. At least that’s how I feel right now, who knows what the future can bring.
So even though some days I think J is a tyrant, and that nobody cares about me, and that I wish I had the compressed work schedule, that feeling is only for half of the eight hours a day I’m at work. The other 20 hours of the day I’m glad as heck I don’t have the commute I once had.
Sweaty!
54 minutes Thursday, 55 Friday. I have to admit that sometimes what motivates me to go to the gym is the prospect of seeing fit guys. <blush> Does that make me a pervert? Okay, seeing fit guys and sort of being if not one of the fit gym guys, being one of the gym guys. It makes me happy. It’s a new side of myself.
Neal came by today for our appointment and it was good; he seems very pleased with my squatting and shoulder strength. I found some of the stuff more of a challenge – especially the dumbbell presses – the dumbbells kept wobbling until I stabilized them.
Must remember to download The Economist to my iPod before long so I can listen on the treadmill.
Yum Yum Good
A not really terribly bad ice storm kept us from dining with friends Friday night but we wound up venturing out as we hadn’t defrosted anything. We went to the Longhorn restaurant in Laurel which is my favourite place for ribs. Big ups to me – I had the salmon. I made up for that today by having an enormous lunch at Pomogrille in Bowie – a big plate of cappellini with pesto and a chicken breast. I think in future we’ll go back but avoid the appetizer and salad. Definitely the salad. And I didn’t really need the chicken breast. I think that I might suggest it as a place for the Friday Night Club.
We went to Borders after and got two cookbooks – Nigella (Lawson)’s Express and Lyida (Bastanich)’s Italy. Bit expensive really. I hope they turn out useful. I do like Nigella’s recipes. Roast lamb tomorrow night and if the squash in the cellar (our pantry) is still good I’ll roast it with the lamb. Peas or broccoli with it.
Yum Yum Good (2)
Mmmm yummy is Yehuda Levi. Here he is in some shots from a modelling gig where the idea seems to have been to make the models look like they were on giant iPod screens…the clothes all seem to have lots of belts and wrap aroundy and things.
And yes, he is also a singer of note; here he is in a live performance with Ninet Tayeb, a Mizrachi pop diva. The two have been ‘going out’ and are Israel’s biggest pop stars at the moment, it seems. The clip has been helpfully provided with subtitles so you can sound it out.
I just found the English version of “Bo,” (it means “Come”) the theme song of Yossi & Jagger by Ivri Lider. It’s so sweet and sad, the movie’s story. I always blub like a baby when I hear it and think of the movie. I remember a day or two after I saw it, I was sitting on Metro listing to the Hebrew version and I started tearing up in front of everyone.<blush again> I really recommend the movie to anyone. I actually have enjoyed all of Eytan Fox, the director’s, movies. Don’t watch this clip if you’re an anti-gay twit (the only kind of anti-gay person there is)…
Yum Yum Good (3)
Time for our mini-obsession with handsome Felipe Folgosi, this time we’ll take a break from his Terra photo shoot and see some that look like they’re from an interview with a Brazilian radio station – from the logo it looks like Jovem Pan “A Melhor Rádio do Brasil” apparently. I looked and looked and found close ups where he doesn’t look so annoyed (or nervous – being in your undies in a factory might make anyone nervous). The bigger one is not clickable, the smaller ones are.
And here is part three of the making-of video, for your viewing delectation.
(If he were on your radio, would you twiddle the knob to make him come in better?)
Let it Snow!
February 20, 2008 at 9:56 pm | In Culture, Cute Guys, Resolutions, Work | 11 CommentsTags: cooking, Felipe Folgosi, Nigella Lawson, Project Runway, Work, Yehuda Levi
Well, do we have a choice?
It’s indeed snowing right now, just a little bit, and I’m waiting for C to ring from Fort Totten metro station so I can head down to our local one and pick him up. We were chucked out from work at 3:30 today because of the weather and I’ve been watching TV and surfing since (and therefore not exercising).
<An hour or so elapses>
My bread is not bad; we used it under the chicken which we cooked in the crock pot with spaghetti sauce and peas.
Trapped!
I would have been back sooner but I was trapped by ‘Project Runway.’ What is it about these Bravo reality shows that just gets me hooked when I detested ‘Survivor?’ I tried to ‘get into’ ‘Make Me A Supermodel’ but I never could, which is odd considering I’m building myself a reputation for being a silly superficial looks-and-hunks-obsessed typicoguy. Some of the models are cute and all but I just don’t get why one pouty pose is ‘fierce’ while another is ‘ich don’t think so.’
But I loved ‘Top Chef’ and ‘Runway’ mainly because the people are actually doing something, and I
think I like Runway more because I don’t have to imagine what the clothing looks like the way I have to imagine what the food tasted like on ‘Top Chef.’ Rami Kashou, one of the designers on the show, doesn’t cut down on the appeal of it, either. He’s a Christian Arab Israeli from Jerusalem, where apparently there are many cultures. (Some will know what I mean, although actually there are and as a Christian Arab in a Jewish country he’s been a minority within a minority.)
Odd because there’s way more likelihood that I’d try something from TC than R; although I prefer Nigella Lawson’s recipes over all that finicky stuff anyway, especially from her new show Nigella Express. She did a quick steak with mashed garlicky oil infused cannellini beans for a ten minute supper that I could die for, she ‘cheated’ and made instant chocolate mousse by melting chocolate and mini-marshmallows together, and she cooked scallops with chorizo in about four minutes.
Travails at Mon Travail
Do you think I should come out to my cubicle neighbour at work the super-liberal G? I think I will eventually. I feel I should – I’d like to relax at work more. Today started frazzled but ended well – apparently the hiring official from one of the jobs I applied for called my boss who gave me a good reference. I just hope that the rather high level clearance I may require in it doesn’t get hung up because of C not being a US citizen. There’s really no contest – he wins every time. There is also a deployablity clause for extended TDY to places like, well, you know. I guess I’d better not count my chickens before the eggs are even laid though, huh?
I also got an odd phone call from a head hunter from my monster.com resumé from a company called Kforce. I’ll return it but…I’m leery. I don’t want to wind up paying anything out of pocket and I’d like to hold out for a good commute and language.
What Is It With These Israelis?
First there was Michael Lewis (click to see the flash back pic and probably his religion), and now we have our new obsession – Israeli actor, model, singer, and all around fun guy Yehuda Levi. He played 
opposite Ohad Knoller in ‘Yossi and Jagger,’ a film about being young and in the modern Israeli Army. Oh, and his part happened to be gay. And his commanding officer’s boyfriend. And I love the film. And the theme song (‘Bo,’ sung by Ivri Lider).
Here’s the full version of the picture from the title bar for
you, showing Mr. Levi looking blue-eyed and lovely. And of course one from the publicity for ‘Yossi and Jagger.’ In addition to acting in a few good movies and singing and dressing up in (too many ) clothes, he has done 
a lot of Israeli soap operas.
Finally a really really cute one of Mr. Levi playing a more conventional Jewish soldier. He does look good in or getting out of a uniform, doesn’t he? You can click on the two smaller pictures to see them a bit bigger, the way we like them.
And the Other New Obsession.
Our mini-obsession with Felipe Folgosi continues as does his obsession with not wearing proper clothing for a factory setting. I had said that he seemed to enjoy his work but he doesn’t seem to quite relax. There is a fault of a lot of the Paparazzo shoots; they don’t do close ups and they don’t do many shots. But these are quite nice, aren’t they?
And I’ve not forgotten; here’s part two of the making-of video of this multi-talented gentleman…
(I think the cameraman’s just indulging himself – showing skill at not shaking the lens)
Tired but Happy
February 19, 2008 at 9:31 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise | 1 CommentTags: Exercise, Felipe Folgosi, Mike Rowe, schooling, walking
Yes, I’m tired, but happy. I did 54 minutes today, and I wasn’t too sore. My knee did act up a bit and I did take a few breaks (of less than 1 minute), at 30, 40, and 46 minutes, but I’m still pretty proud of myself. PHG was there playing basket ball. (PHG if you remember is the very very tall very very thin guy with the very handsome face that I see playing basketball quite a bit. PHG stands for “Pointy Hair Guy” as his hair above his forehead forms a sharp pointy line. Imagine Anderson Cooper younger and blonder and less pursed-lips looking.) I don’t really think he’s all that good looking, at least not from the torso out, as his arms look almost comically thin but his face is very handsome and I love watching him play – he’s got very flexible ankles and he can turn on a dime. I enjoy seeing him, and the rest of them, really, explode into motion, and then come back to rest.
As I was sitting cooling down I thought of all the times, in Jr. High especially, when I was dragged out to the basketball court and how terrified and imobilized I felt – I was scared I’d get hit by the ball, scared I’d do the wrong move, scared I’d screw up, and so I didn’t. I think maybe schools should assume that some little pupils don’t know how to play the games they’re supposed to. No disrespect to my dad but he never really taught me games, he did play volleyball and softball when we were overseas, but never much with me. I don’t moan alone – he didn’t much with my brother either. And to be fair, after we got back to the states, he didn’t much himself, either.
I do remember one time in class six (sixth grade) – we were in England, at Aspin Park Primary School in Knaresborough – I was once again turfed out to play a friendly match against a visiting school (I Forget Which Primary School). Now Mr. Hume, on whom I had a huge crush, wanted us to show a little school spirit, or some such, and somehow encourage a little encouraging chatter between us APPS kids. We’d never been asked to before, as we’d only ever played against teams made of other school chums in our own little class (grade). Now I didn’t know what to say but I thought I’d try, and so I yelled out something banal like “Come on! Let’s show these idiots how to play!” I got severely told off for being rude and unsportsmanlike. I wanted to say I wasn’t particularly unsportsmanlike, but rather that I wanted to do what I was told to do, but didn’t know how. Malevolence was imputed to me instead of ignorance.
Malevolence is a flaw, ignorance can be taught. Malevolence is global or I globalized it. I think it was ‘ever thus’ in games since, although, to be fair, I never liked them much. Flying balls can hurt – even soccer balls. Going outside in a cold Yorkshire day (for ‘fresh air’ when it was around 40F with a light flying mist) can make you cold and miserable. I just wish somebody had (somebody would?) start me where I am, not where they think I should be and say “here, throw this ball at the basket like this.” “Here, kick this ball like this.” I dunno. I am too out of shape today but who knows about tomorrow. Maybe I’ll find an utter beginners’ team one day. Can you just see it? Probably not though (doom and gloom advance) as people of a certain age already know. Maybe an exotic sport. Jai alai anyone?
Bye Bye Mr. Mike
Yes, we’re switching obsessions; as you can see above there’s a sneak preview of the new one’s lovely eyes. Would you like a hint? Hmmm well, let’s just say this Jagger doesn’t have big puffy lips and a coked-up chicken’s gait. Meanwhile, here’s two lovely shots of Mr. Mike Rowe, in one he’s wrangling a big snake and in the other he’s in bed with a lot of very friendly guys. Lucky snake, lucky them, eh?
And just in case you can’t do without him, here’s one more video of him, in this case a rather long one, of him in the volcanic mud bath. Go get a coffee/beer/soda and enjoy his very warm and friendly brand of self-effacement and great DILFy bod…
Hardly Appropriate but I Can’t Disapprove
I won’t turn Felipe Folgosi in for wearing very inappropriate clothing for an industrial site, will you? He seems to be enjoying his job…
Speaking of enjoyable jobs….
In case you’re wondering how hard at work he is, here’s part one of the making-of video One more beer/coffee/tea/moment of privacy….
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(Be careful or you may be hard at work too)
Three In One Day?!?
February 18, 2008 at 10:53 pm | In Apple, Baking, Cute Guys | 4 CommentsTags: Baking, bread, Felipe Folgosi, Jell-O, leopard, Mac OS X, Mike Rowe, R3ndi3r
Wow, three blog posts in one day!
The bread came out fine, I think; my instant read thermometer packed in (stopped working) so I (a) had to guess and (b) will have to buy another one. The dough itself was a lot less firm than I thought it would be; I often have to remember that sometimes things start out not so good but when they all come together they can be fine. (I wonder if life is like that, too?) In the end I did let it have two unshaped and one shaped rise, made two boules (round loaves) and slashed them in a plain old parallel lines design. I hope they are okay, as so often the batched (grew together, merging and creating a soft crust area) a bit, I don’t like batching unless I want the bread batched. I’ll let you know what it tastes like and maybe take a picture tomorrow…Would anyone like my recipe?
Some of the recipes in a book my friend K gave me use batching to create lovely soft loaves that can’t support their own weight without leaning on each other; once I figure out how to convert their the recipes from that book to the instant yeast I like to use I’ll try them. The book has recipes from all over the world and I really can’t wait to try more than I already have.
Oh, I made Jell-O! (Orange flavoured.) For the first time in my life. It wasn’t as complicated as I thought it would be. Thanks, K, for inspiring me. Now I shall cut up fruit to put in it.
C helped me by installing Leopard (Mac OS 10.5.2) on my iMac and I already love it. I love the way you can see previews of your files in the Finder. I love the new Mail application and hope I can start using Mail and iCal and ditch Entourage soon.
Inspiration
I think I shall download this video from Rendier to inspire me while walking…I think his accent’s so sexy and I love how his one eyebrow will raise, almost unconsciously. I just wish he didn’t periodically become a bit of a ranting lunatic.
Muddy Mr. Mike Rowe
I can’t resist these; these are screen caps from an episode of Dirty Jobs where Mike Rowe didn’t really work so much as test out a mud bath made of volcanic ash mixed with some sort of mineral spring water. It actually sounded great until he mentioned that mud was getting in where mud was not supposed to go. While I couldn’t help think about all the nooks and crannies, I had to agree that some nooks and some crannies should not be invaded by volcanic or other debris. I hope you enjoy the pictures…if you’re wondering why he starts out showering and then gets dirty, it’s because they ‘reuse’ the mud so you have to be clean before getting in…then for some reason he paraded about outside in just his little (but still too big) towel. (As usual, just the smallest little click will really flick his bic.)
He never fails to make me smile.
Speaking of Dirty…
And don’t we always? Our newest mini-obsession is Brasilian actor Felipe Folgosi, and the dirtiness tie-in is that in his set of photos for Paparazzo magazine he’s posing in some sort of abandoned industrial plant, looking greasily manly around all that steel. (I’m so glad C doesn’t mind me posting all this drivel; he’d only have to say the word and it would stop instantly.) Here’s a pic or two showing you him in his entirety, having his picture taken, and his oddly appealing face. I have to say that I like the models Paparazzo gets but they don’t have the close-ups I find in The Boy.
(Wouldn’t you like him on his back on the ground smiling up at you?)
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