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April 2011


my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.


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history never repeats

Yesterday, Becky and I went to Historic Houston's salvage warehouse at 1307 West Clay street. Historic Houston is an organization that promotes preservation of Houston's architectural and cultural resources. They'll try to save historic buildings and, if that's not possible, try to preserve as much of the salvageable materials from the building as they can and sell it in their warehouse to preservation minded people who are looking for wood trim, period fixtures, doors, windows, etc. for their own preservation projects.

In other words, it looked like they'd have a lot of cool crap, so I wanted to check it out. And they did. Cool crap was in abundance. There were sinks, tubs, toilets, hinges, doorknobs, lights, lamp posts, screens, windows, doors, doorway arches, railings, stair rails, switch plates, chair rails, cabinet doors, counters, roof tiles, floor tiles, post cards, and on and on, anything you can imagine. It was a preservationist pack rat's dream. Becky's going to measure her front door, I'm going to measure the medicine cabinet in my bathroom, and we're going to go back soon to see if we can find replacements there.

Today is Independence Day in the United States of America. A few weeks ago I bandied about the idea of gaining independence from my cigarette habit on this day, but now that it's arrived, and given the fact that I've just lit my second cigarette of the day, I'm not sure that's going to happen. It's raining, so I'm going to do what those wise prophets of the Eighties, Milli Vanilli, said and Blame It On The Rain. I think I'm going to celebrate the independence of our nation and historic preservation tonight by going to "Baby River Oaks" and watching The Crow tonight at midnight.