A journal of byzantine digressionS
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Bosses’ Day
I have been lucky to have some very awesome Bosses, from Constancio and Mark and Br. James and Pat at the Church Center, Joan L at Borders, Jeff at Gay.com and Vern, Tom and Jim at Swain, John in Buffalo and Eric, Thomas, Sejal and Phil here at Zoosk… My bosses challenge me, encourage me…
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Sunrise over St Mary’s
Looks like a lovely, clear California day.
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Grandpa’s Pancakes
AMONG My earliest childhood memories (which start around age 2) is Grandpa cooking breakfast. When I would stay with my Grandparents, I slept on the sofa in the living room. Grandpa would get up very early in the morning and make himself breakfast. It was always the same thing, and I can see him sitting…
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Cheerwine Pepper Pork
1 Pepper-marinated loin of pork. (Rolled in cracked pepper, marinated. It came from the store this way.) 1 Can of Cheerwine 1 Crockpot. Put the loin in the crock pot. Pour the Cheerwine on top. Cover and slow cook on high for 4-5 hours. The pork will fall apart.
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Hot and Spicy Cream Cheese Brownies
I did realise that this would require some experimenting. I found a recipe that started with cocoa powder and adjusted it: the Xocolatl already has some sugar in it. So I took out some sugar from the recipe and added some extra cocoa powder. Then I played with everything to get it balanced… I assert…
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Moving the Blog
I’m moving my blog back to Blogger. I’m doing this b/c my blog – as opposed to another site I own – is not a full-on website: it’s just my essays. And essays are kinda boring if no one reads or responds to them. I’ve explored cross-posting options (that would update G+ with my blog…
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New York Morning
by Bill Bailey (DHR)©1996 quiet as deliveries in early dawnsubterranean thunder rollscalling us to life againsoft dreams fading inthe fragrances of the bedand light cascading in on our sleep glowing as tower lights on hanging cloudsI feel You more than see Youclosed eyes and breathings mergeand gentle angel wings enfoldas You pull yourself to my…
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Georgia Morning
by Bill Bailey (DHR)© 1995 soft as dew on early morning grassI touch You as You sleepwith my heart and mindquietly like the rising sunyour eyes open and You smile gentle as breezes through tall pinesYou caress my arms and hairand I hold You to meglowing like dawn’s reds and pinksin the flush of reunion…
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San Francisco Morning
© 1997 Bill Bailey (DHR) street car rumbles on Marketas dawn brushing our eyessneaks past your blindsand wakes us in each other’s arms waves crash on Black Sandsas gentle mist caresses lipshands touch nipplesfogs cresting Twin Peaks redwoods ancient on Mt Tamsee tide surge past the Golden Gateour eyes opening in day seebridges to each…
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Why I am not a Gay Christian
One of the “breaks” in my life, as might be seen by anyone “outside” me, is my sexuality as paired with my usually conservative religious bent. I’m Eastern Orthodox – and yet I identify as gay. I don’t use “homosexual” or even “same sex attracted” for I’m quite willing to be “in the midst of”…
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Hello world!
The “About” page has a bit about me. You can find me on Twitter and Instagram @thankhuw My primary blog is no longer on WP, but rather on Blogger at Doxos v.8.
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