Ode to Margaret, Pt. II

So yesterday, on my way to pick up Mom, in order to trek out to CT for the baby shower, the B-train (for some unknown and of course, unexplained reason) showed up at my station and I decided to stay on it all the way to Grand Street, instead of opting to transfer @ West 4th Street and wait (endlessly!) for the F train to East Broadway.

Alas for me, the walk to Mom's brought me past Doughnut Plant (mmmmm... ) whose food is sublime, but whose website sucks.

Three words: blueberry yeast doughnut

Sheer bliss...

It was gone within 2 blocks.

And this last photo in a phone booth is for scale, for those of you who have not experienced this organic ingredient, closes-when-the-daily-batch-sells-out, caloric extravaganza.

Oh yeah -- the shower: the food was tasty. The folks were pleasant.

I got to stare in fascination at how much my new great-nephew Nicholas had grown in a mere 2 weeks. Watching my mom watch Nicholas (this was their first meeting) was also highly entertaining.

My younger (and therefore trendier) niece has an earlier version of the Samsung Alias phone that I crave, so I got to test drive the keyboard. Sold! I just have to figure out the fine print in the new 2-year service contract before I order it for $50, which is about $150 less (!) than my niece paid for it a year ago.

The only difference between the photos of the phone in yesterday's blog photo and the new model are (a) the case is silver-blue, not champagne, and (b) the keyboard is color-coded slightly differently. Here's a link to the Verizon version.

OK, I should go be late for work now...

Techno lust

Yes, I am such a geek: I have once again fallen prey to my periodic desire to upgrade my cellphone, a Motorola E-815, since it is starting to not connect (!) or send messages... you know, minor glitches like that. It has miraculously acquired these hiccups exactly 26 months after I started my latest 2-yr contract with Verizon -- funny, that.

Also, I have started to send a lot more text messages and using a number keypad to write those messages is incredibly annoying, reinforcing my longing for a QWERTY phone which was focused last year in the form of a Palm Treo... until I bought my (now malfunctioning) TX after Thanksgiving.

Enter Verizon's version of the Samsung Alias which looks like a regular fliphone, but can also swing out into full QWERTY layout, and is available for only $50 (w/ free shipping) if I shackle myself to Verizon for another 2 years.

So I used Le Engineer as a test subject during my lunch hour on Friday by calling him from various cellphone models in the Verizon store. (He did not seem to mind ;-) and in fact agreed to meet me for drinks after work that day, pre-Eddie Izzard concert, during one of those calls, but more on him in a moment.)

In contrast, today I spent it doing completely non-technical things such as making cassoulet and finishing a baby kimono for the baby shower on Sunday for my nephew's wife. I have to admit that the idea of spending an entire afternoon with 20-30 other women in a single room (most of whom I don't know very well) ... well, maybe I'll bring along some more knitting, since our admin @ work, Vonetta (who is fabulous and will be sorely missed during her maternity leave) is due in a few months.

In any case, I still have to iron and wrap this kimono in the morning, and then go downtown and pick up my mom to catch a 10:37am train to Greenwich. * yawn*

As threatened, I will now return to a topic who is 6'0" with blue eyes and grey-blond hair (who is NOT a younger man -- shocking, I know!)

I have to admit that I am a bit bemused since we are actually going very, very slow (you have no idea, and I am not going to go into detail HERE... ask me privately if you really want to know). This cautious approach is such a novel experience for me that I don't know quite what to do with myself.

Meeting my ex was like being hit by a train: we started off with an 11-hr. first date and ended up exchanging keys within 2 weeks. By contrast, this slow and delicate approach (on both sides) is entertaining in a whole 'nother way, and something that's never happened in any of my previous forays into the hell of dating, I mean -- in my dating adventures.

Our upcoming schedules are about to apply yet more brakes to our "speed" since one or the other of us will be out of town during the next 10 days (which is not a bad thing, actually :-D since I suspect guys tend to become more interested when you are not readily available... a skill I have been previously unable to master).

I am going to leave the rest of my silly sappiness out of it, except to say that although I am still making up my mind, I have clearly decided that "this is an avenue of inquiry definitely worth pursuing" as they would say in my beloved cop shows, and those old Heinz ketchup commercials were right: anticipation is fun! :-)

Compare and contrast

Duck fat potato pancake vs. walking 4.7 miles. Yes, I am schizo. (But y'all love me anyway, right?)

My friend Sam had a hankering to go back to Spitzer's Corner -- for their short rib burger. Me, I had my eye on the duck fat potato pancake. Mmmm... Luckily, I remembered to record this event of concentrated evil, er, I mean -- yumminess before I inhaled it entirely. As you can see, it is essentially a deep fried potato doughnut, presumably imbued with cholesterol du canard. All I know is that it was damn tasty!

So it being a tardy Sunday brunch (and Sam's other friends being spectacularly late), he and I drank our way through a bellini and a glass of wine (me) and, uh, various beers I don't know b/c I hate beer (him, naturally), before the end of the meal. [hic!] My descent into arterial suicide was completed with Eggs Spitzer, which involved a big ol' dish of scrambled eggs & Italian sausage (and other ingredients I forget and which obviously didn't make an impression). Yes, it was all very appalling healthwise, but oh so worth it.

And since I woke up this morning STILL full from our friend Marci's dinner last night of spinach pasta w/ chicken thighs & veggies (and salad, and garlic knots, and wine...[burp!]) well, I thought I needed to do SOMEthing today before I completely congealed into a lump.

So after work tonight, I ducked into the ladies room for a quick change into gym-type apparel (and a short prayer that I didn't run into the Senior VP on my way out). I had decided to walk up the Hudson River Park to 42nd Street since it was a beautiful, balmy, non-humid day in the 80s.

For those of you who are not familiar with it (or at least never knew its name), HRP is the pedestrian/bike path that runs up the west side of Manhattan along the Hudson River. Large portions of the route are planted with pretty shrubbery etc. to buffer the strolling/rollerblading/running/cycling folks from the lovely (not) West Wide Highway.

The sunset photo here is courtesy of my (probably soon-to-be-replaced) cellphone, which did okay, except for the odd black dot in the middle of the sun. Since the spot showed up in several of the shots, I assume it was just too much for my li'l ol' cameraphone. Still, the leftover pilings make a cool shot, no?

According to Google maps, my little jaunt was 4.7 miles. No wonder my feet hurt. Despite my sore feet, the rest of me did okay. (I think -- ask me again tomorrow) And oddly enough, some musician/legal videographer tried to pick me up on the M42 crosstown bus. I think of this as the equivalent of trying to pick up someone at the gym, where you feel oh so fresh (i.e., is he desperate or nuts?) Since I did not find him at all appealing, I did not give him my number. (Had he been interesting, however...)

Speaking of appealing, Le Engineer and I are going out tomorrow night after my weekly session with my Pearl of Wisdom. (I found out he has a PoW counterpart, which could explain why he seems so well-adjusted... so far.)

I am entirely comfortable with leaving the plans up to him, since (A) his choice of Alta, the tapas place, was yummity, and (B) I dragged him to (what turned out to be) the insanely trippy HK movie w/ Lau Ching Wan this weekend. It did give us lots to talk about afterward though :-) and it was by no means bad, just... extremely mindbending. Plus, since it was from HK and not Hollywood, there was no guarantee that any of the characters would survive, which DOES make the entire proceedings more engrossing. (I'm still vaguely tempted to see the war elephant movie however...)

War elephants!

How can you resist an epic movie with live, non-CGI war elephants?? Yes, it's good to be part of the Thai royal family, because if you're a director and need, say, an army...or a herd of (war) elephants...you get the real thing! King Naresuan (parts 1 & 2) is about a real 16th century king of Thailand who kicked some major a**. I am sorely tempted to go see the films, although not all on one day (5.5 hrs. = sore butt).

Yes, I have discovered that it is once again time for annual summer nuttiness of the NY Asian Film Festival, hosted by our friend Darren Dunnowhathislastnameis (a/k/a he of the powder blue ruffled tux) and filled with films about possessed cellphones, demonic antiques, hopping vampires, and various flavors of mayhem: gunplay, martial arts, manga, etc. My inner geek is delighted.

Happily for me, I seem to have met someone equally geeky, because when I asked The Engineer if he'd be interested in seeing Mad Detective on Sunday, starring the fabulous Lau Ching Wan, his reply upon reading the blurb was, "That sounds great! Will we need to order tickets in advance?" Whatta guy. ;)

That is not to say that tonight's date with The Lehman Guy went badly, as he is a perfectly nice guy (who even drove me home from Hoboken), but we are just not on the same wavelength. It's hard to place my finger on it, but our sensibilities are just diametrically different. I guess if you had to be completely reductionist about it, you could sum it up as (in his words) he is a Jersey boy, born and bred and (also in his words) I am a total big city girl.

While we did manage to make the date last for 4 hours, it took effort, if you see what I mean. (I did try -- not very hard -- to end it a bit earlier.) While I don't regret giving it a whirl, I don't know that we have much in common. We'll see if he calls for date #2 (I am dubious).

Tomorrow I am meeting my friend Sam for brunch at Spitzer's, where he has a hankering to try out their wagyu/kobe beef sliders (and probably the other 38 beers on tap). I will also be able to give him a birthday present, as his birthday is this Monday. It will be a nice, masculine, dark blue (known as French Blue) bowl that I made this semester.

And now, to zzzzzz... but in honor of all of the Asian films to come, here is a shot of Kowloon across the harbor (below), and a shot (above) of Homeless, a trendy homefurnishings store (lesson: careful when you name things in foreign languages). Hope I haven't already posted these here before!

Score!

Well, not in THAT sense (yet) but The Engineer has asked me out tonight for Sunday, after our very fun date last night at a tapas restaurant. (And no, I did NOT have any chorizo!) The Frock must have worked! ;)

And in one of those "Only In New York" stories, after he put me in a cab last night, the cabbie immediately started off the conversation with, "He's good looking. How many dates has this been?" and then proceeded to exhaustively analyze the status of my love life & relationship (such as it is) with Le Engineer, as well as comparing dating websites with me. Since he is 37 and reasonably attractive, this was not (quite) as bizarre as it sounds. (A 60 year old asking and comparing notes would have been a little weird.)

So tonight I met my friend Sam for dinner after meeting with my PoW. Bar Six (13th & 6th Ave) was tasty and tonight's peach cobbler dessert special was GIGANTIC, in a cast iron skillet the size of a salad or bread plate. Sam kindly took pity on me and helped me demolish the dish. ;)

However, this gave me even more motivation to do my walk up Central Park West, where I once again saw a raccoon dumpster diving

Okay, I'm pooped (probably from that walk) so I will leave y'all with a photo of this lovely mug made by my friend Maura, whom I traded with for one of my bowls Tuesday night.

(What to wear for drinks with the Lehman Guy.... hmmm....)

I give up (a/k/a let it go)

So according to my iGoogle horoscope for today:

Much of your inner turmoil may not be obvious today, but that doesn't mean it's nonexistent. You may feel as if you are heading into the unknown because you don't know exactly what others are feeling. The more you try to fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle, the more anxious you become. Take a few deep breaths and let go of your need to solve all the problems in one day.

By Rick Levine

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I've actually found that the Google horoscopes are reasonably on target, scarily enough. Today's in particular seemed in sync, since I've kind of smoothed out, re: the guy thing. I'm not going to hold my breath re: The Engineer, as he seems casual (not cavalier, just casual) and casual will not work for me for anything serious. Therefore, I can't really take him seriously...or rather, I'm going to quit feeling so deadly serious about the whole thing, especially since I am meeting The Lehman guy for drinks after work Friday (hi Margaret!)

Since my last relationship developed with all of the slow stealthiness of an Amtrak Acela train, it may just be that I'm still getting the hang of this take-it-slow & decide about Everything later. Quite a bit later. Truly a novel idea for me, I know, but I'm giving it a whirl.

One thing I've noticed -- which I hate, and which I wish I could just always pre-emptively squash -- is that dating sometimes (frequently / usually) brings out all of my less than confident, less than calm attributes. Hate it. Hate. It.

On the flip side, it is nice getting compliments from guys who I find interesting (duh! -- and in other exciting news: the sky is blue [above my mom's apt] ... BTW, doesn't she have a spectacular view? Maybe I have inherited her view karma)

Engineer Guy has said nice things about my hair and the dress I wore last week (wait till he sees the new Frock) and Lehman Guy has joked that my Simpsonized self looks hot. (I'm treating it as a joke since NO ONE looks good in the Simpsonverse... either that, or that bridesmaid photo is rocking his world ... once again, HI MARGARET! heh)

All that happy news even allows me to be sanguine (well, 3 hours later) about the fact that THAT WOMAN from HK called me at home. Again. After I specifically sent her an e-mail replying to her voicemail message on my cellphone that no, I do NOT remember my password to XYZ database. Despite my caller ID saying Private Name, I knew it was her and let it go to my machine... until she started saying that she was going to start calling my coworkers AT HOME (@ 10:30pm!) since maybe THEY had the password engraved on their foreheads.

Okay that last phrasing was mine, but the intent was the same. I wound up yelling at her (what else is new?) to NOT CALL THEM since I know that my boss and my coworker Julia both get up before dawn (yes, even now, in summer) to travel in for 2 hours from NJ every morning, and they do NOT keep the password list at home. Basically, I told her (somewhat more politely than this:) to suck it up and deal with not getting an INSTANT RESPONSE as it was just not possible. Too damn bad.

I was furious and fired off a note to HER boss (who would have been my boss, had I transferred) that he should not tell her to go ahead and call everyone in NY (which he did, according to her) since we don't keep the freaking password list at home, and since some of us are probably going to be laid off shortly anyway! (Translation: Bite me.)

Thank g*d I had a chance to visit HK before I accepted that hardship post!

Okay, I'm going to grab some shut eye now. Thanks for listening, you guys -- just knowing that you know helps me not go completely batty. 90% of the way there, maybe, but not totally gone. ;-)

Simpsonized

Okay, you'll see why I'm posting these in a minute, but they're pretty amusing regardless.

A few of us did this before we all went to see Spider Pig last year.

If you TOO want to become chinless wonders, go to:

http://www.simpsonsmovie.com

or

http://simpsonizeme.com
(this site needs a snapshot or headshot)

Just plain cranky

Ah, the magical power of my work karma continues: they canned our CEO yesterday, and our new CEO has made ominous comments today along the Bushian lines of "all options are on the table" and "we will be taking a hard look all parts of the business" etc. I translate this to mean: (1) prepare for layoffs, and (2) prepare for divestitures. Argh.

I'm really tired of looking for new jobs every four years.

Yes, I've realized that part of the reason I'm just plain cranky and in a funk is that I'm dreading the thought of being laid off AGAIN.

While I *can* find another job, that doesn't mean I look forward to doing it.

And I was also out of sorts last night since I had a really unpleasant encounter on the way back from CT yesterday, when I got off at the 125th Street Metro-North stop. Normally, it's fine (it was even still daylight) but yesterday there was someone who was harrassing everyone at the bus stop and he seemed to make it his mission to target me, probably because Asians are usually considered so polite and non-confrontational, that little chickensh*t a****le.

It freaked me out enough that I got on the next bus that showed up, even though it wasn't going to my home. Anyway, since thinking about it at all still upsets me tonight, it was probably (definitely) throwing me off last night, resulting in a "no! I don't want to meet anyone new!" freak out spasm.

So tonight, once the little 25W bulb went on above my head, I sent an e-mail to Ken (known henceforth as "the Lehman guy") since he had dropped me a note this morning (promising, no?) with his work e-mail address and he had also left it up to me if/when we meet. So I asked him out for Friday. :-)

On to much less complicated males, like my new great-nephew, Nicholas Charles. Yes, I can admire the name, even if it does remind me of a jerk I dated a few years ago. Hey, it's not the baby's fault. ;)

I am always fascinated and amazed that we were all THIS tiny at one point.

To give more a sense of scale, here is a photo of him being held by my (still fabulous@58) sister, and with his older brother, Thomas, who is two.

The photos of Thomas staring with interest / puzzlement at the baby are pretty hilarious, but I will spare you all. And yes, he is just a teensy bit jealous, so now his DAD is his favorite person, not Mom, since Mom seems to be always monopolized by the intruder these days. ;)

I do have to admit though (and I have probably said this before) that no matter how much I may grow to love those cute little critters when they get older and blossom into Gerber babies (now I know I may be biased, but you have to admit that THOMAS is a total Gerber baby. ;)) newborns (a) are just not that attractive -- sorry, but hey! -- (b) don't have very much personality, since (c) they are not very interactive: they eat, burp, poop, sleep. Rinse, lather, repeat.

Since he is only 2 weeks old though, he does still have that indescribably lovely baby smell.

And once again, my older niece has all the luck: Nick does indeed have "a chill disposition" as she memorably put it. I think my mom was a bit disappointed -- she was hoping for some schadenfreude with a colicky baby. (heh) My niece is cautious though -- she says he may indeed turn INTO a colicky baby (!)

Me, I'm just going to go back to knitting my future great-niece's kimono.

Oh yeah, and yesterday afternoon's family parlor game was Name The Baby. HA! My nephew and his wife, of course, cannot seem to agree on one they both like, so we all spent a chunk of the afternoon going through the baby name book and brainstorming/vetoing names. My suggestions, when polled, were: (in no particular order) Amelia, Charlotte, or Emily. What can I say? I'm old school and dread the trendy names.

Her middle name will be Kathleen though, after the baby's maternal grandma. Two down, one to go!

Call me Sybil

So yeah, I'm conflicted. I like the Engineer, but I know that it's not a good idea to pin all of my hopes on one guy, put all of my eggs in one basket, etc etc and I should diversify my portfolio, yadda yadda (oh, speaking of which -- they just canned our CEO today, so I am definitely not buying any wall units in the hear future!) but I just can't get that excited about other guys if I'm interested in one particular guy. It's just the way I am. *sigh*

That's why even though I had a fun conversation with someone from Yahoo personals tonight, I'm hesitant to agree to meet him. It's a dilemma.

Yeah, yeah, I know -- I'm dumb and this is counterproductive, but I find it hard to work up too much enthusiasm until I know whether this is going anywhere. I feel like such a dork. Maybe I should just accept that I'm a serial dater, and not a parallel dater. I just can't do it.

I mean, I know that this thing with The Engineer may not work out (and it might actually be more likely to work out if I keep more than one iron in the fire, ironically) but I'd rather figure that out first before trying out other shoes.

Yes, I made my PoW laugh quite a bit when I compared dating with buying a new pair of shoes: sure you take them out for a test spin in a controlled environment, where everything SEEMS promising, and you think, "I'm taking this pair home with me." THEN comes its performance in the real world...! Sometimes they become acutely uncomfortable, if not actively painful. But hey, maybe once you get over the initial discomfort, they turn out to be great boyfriends, er, I mean -- shoes.

Actually, right now, I'm feeling anti-social and want to just hide in my (incredibly messy) apartment and for everyone to leave me alone. Gah. (Apparently, the older I get, the more solitude I need.)

And the opposite of aloneness is time with my ever-growing family, which is what I did today: went up to CT and saw everyone for Father's Day. This would include: my sister, her husband, my nephew, his (pregnant) wife, my younger niece, my older niece, her husband, and their 2 sons, one of whom is 2 weeks old.

I did manage to deliver his sweater on time though, and the buttons with little blue dogs are just this side of twee, but hey, they match the yarn!

Now I have to finish the baby kimono for my nephew's future daughter before they baby shower in 2 weeks! The free pattern on Lion Brand's site is pretty darn straightforward though, even if I did frog 6 inches of the back this afternoon (my gauge was way off). Interestingly, it appears to be pretty much the same pattern as this other baby kimono...

And the other thing that gives me no grief or agita is my pottery. I just have to finish glazing them this week, as Tuesday night is our last class, and then they kick us out of the studio for 3 weeks.

I think we're going to have an object swap on Tuesday night (where I'm eyeing one of my pal Maura's coffee cups -- I'm a bowl person, she's a mug person, what can I say? besides, I'm running out of windowsill space for my bazillion bowls) ... as well as the traditional foodstuffs we all bring in.

Not sure about this semester's students though -- the newbies seem rather clueless about studio etiquette...like CLEANING UP the wedging table after they've used it!

Bursting into flames

As in: I am amazed that my debit card has not burst into flames, considering how much I've been buying lately. I have discovered that almost no warm weather clothing I still own fits me.

So I have been shopping up a storm for clothes 2 - 3 sizes smaller: tankini swimsuit (Land's End separates, via their web outlet), skirts (4), dresses (6), tops (4), shorts (2 prs.), a fitted cardigan, and open-toed shoes (2 prs. - one in cream, one in black - of the same style). It's like an episode of TLC's What Not To Wear, except Stacy and Clinton are not showing up to grace with me a $5K debit card from VISA. (Boohoo!)

Happily every single item (except for one pair of Ann Taylor Loft shorts) was on sale. Hooray! As the local Sym's ads say, I'm "an educated consumer" (i.e., cheap).

And my favorite of the many dresses from DressBarn (yes, DressBarn has quite the selection of stylish summer dresses this year) all of which are insanely cheap ($25 - $35/ea. AND machine washable!) is this frock. I call it a frock because it reminds me of a 1950s/1960s sundress (whatever the correct era is) with a tightly fitted bodice/torso, and a flared short that goes POOF! like a Jackie O dress. (Actually, it's so closely fitted that a deep breath reminds me where each and every one of my ribs is located.)

You can't really tell from this photo, unless you click and eyeball the enlargement really closely, but it has a lovely drape and shape, and makes me look dainty (!) yet shapely. I am SO wearing this on date #3 with the engineer next week (covered by a demure black cardigan during the daytime for work).

Actually, date #3 was supposed to be tonight (Friday) but he called @ 4pm to cancel (lunch did not agree with him -- oops). I was reassured, however, by his desire to immediately schedule a raincheck, so we are doing the drinks - movie - dinner thing next Wednesday instead.

Hmmm...maybe I can parlay this into a 2-part date: drinks & movie on Wed., and dinner on Friday, since we are both old f*rts who prefer to wind down at 10pm -- not SIT down to dinner at 10. Hmmmm...

There are many more things I am pondering about this whole situation with Mr. Entertaining Engineer, but for the moment, I am too pooped yo babble forth coherently -- had a lovely dinner at Bouchon Cafe tonight with my cousin and some yummy cabernet & thanks to the magic of summer Fridays in NYC when everyone leaves town, we had NO WAIT to be seated and enjoy the gorgeous view over Central Park -- so I will pontificate in more detail later this weekend.

Yes but no

Apparently losing weight makes your FEET smaller...who knew?! I guess it stands to reason: pregnant women experience the opposite phenomenon. This explains why my shoes feel all weird, especially the summer/warm weather ones. I discovered that my rubber "loafers" for the rain, for example, have now turned into flip flops! Argh.

So tonight, after meeting a friend for drinks in Union Square, I ambled over to DSW, and started cruising the aisles. I found a pair of red Merrell slip-ons (like Keds)...in size SEVEN! Bear in mind that I normally wear size 7.5 or 8 so this left me rather bemused.

I also tried on some galoshes, but it seems that no matter how much weight I lose, my calves are still too big.

Then I wandered on upstairs to Filene's on the 4th floor, since that was where the building's restrooms were. Well they shrewdly put them on all the way in the far corner of the 5th floor, which forces you to walk through vast amounts of merchandise. That's where I found THESE fabulous rain boots.

Okay, I might blind passerby with its floral design, (click on the photo to blind yourselves and see the design in detail) but the boots are fun, no? Oh, and practical AND affordable ($25!) as well as being a size SIX! Best of all, they have adjustable calves. Woohoo!

Hoping for rain tomorrow...

.

It's "PECKISH like a panda"

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Ricky Gervais is brilliant, as the Brits would say, and I misquoted him earlier. In the bit from A&E's Private Sessions episode on Duran Duran, he asked if they should actually be naming their song "Peckish Like A Panda" (instead of "Hungry Like The Wolf") seeing as how they're all middle-aged. *snarf*

If you go to 7:40 into this clip from YouTube you can see entire goofy segment with wisecracks about their hair, complete with howls of laughter from the band.

The show was a lot of fun last night, despite a brief rainy interlude lasting several songs. Umbrellas and ponchos sprouted, but no one left. Us middle-aged fans are apparently a reasonably hardy bunch.

You can't tell from that shot, but we could actually see where everyone was on the stage, before the umbrellas appeared. And they gave a good show, with surprisingly strong vocals from Mr. Le Bon lasting 2 hours.

Here are some photos of us before it got dark and rainy. In the one of me using the classic cellphone self-portrait pose, I am actually wearing the now loose and baggy (!!!) 1984 concert t-shirt.

Can you believe Simon Le Bon is 49 and has 3 daughters, the oldest of whom is 18?! Also, he's been married to same same woman (!) since 1985. It helps that she's still gorgeous, no doubt. He's also pretty funny, as shown in this 2007 interview in SPIN Magazine. John Taylor has remarried, and to one of the co-founders of Juicy Couture (according to Wikipedia), so their house(s) must be really swanky. Nick Rhodes (nee Bates) has had one wife and was friends with Andy Warhol, which explains why visually he's starting to remind me of Warhol. Roger Taylor has separated from his wife of 20 years (!) so I guess Simon's not safe. (Yes, I've wasted a perfectly beautiful sunny afternoon with temps [and songs] in the 80s by surfing online and organizing my MP3 collection. I am such a dork.)

Oh, and the librarian side of me insists on adding the disclaimer that all of this mental bubblegum was scrounged from the ever reliable (not) Wikipedia.

My handy dandy phone even shoots videos (although I think you may need QuickTime to view the clip of a song from their new CD):

Okay, I am LEAVING THE HOUSE NOW since there's still over 2 hours of daylight left. Duh.