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2002-11-27 | 5:11 p.m.

cordoroy licorice was known to talk turkey. he knew so many facts about the country that he could keep a monologue going for hours on end, and that's no istanbul.

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i got to see beck in concert with the flaming lips this week. it was a terrific show and now i am harboring a secret crush on mr. hansen. his voice is so big and deep, it took me by surprise during his acoustic set. plus, he broke out some very cute robotic dance moves during his "midnight vultures" song selections.

the flaming lips are nutso with their back-up gang of bunny suited folks who lob confetti-filled balloons into the crowd, but when they did "do you realize??" i got chills furilla.

my favorite part of the show was when beck knelt down to play a harmonium as he sang. *swoon* besides the harmonium, later in the show, mutating colored projections played on wall screens, so that makes two punch-drunk love tie-ins.

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online dating update:

this weekend, i met bachelor #3 for the requisite coffee date. you know, for when a whole meal together is just too much of a commitment. he was super nice and super easy to talk to and...super feminine. so femme that i would assume he was gay if i'd met him on anything but the requisite coffee date.

this was disconcerting, so i called in the big guns. a-d-d-chick works with a couple of gay men with extremely good gaydar, so she kindly offered their assistance in the matter. in a scene right out of sex and the city, a-d-d ran bachelor #3's personals profile and photo past her two experts and then conferenced me in by phone for further questioning.

well, bachelor #3 didn't score so well with the first specialist. there were doubts about which team he might be playing for. we analyzed certain stereotypical guidelines in identifying his relative gayosity.

his favorite movie had a woman in the central role, not a typical straight guy choice. but the sneakers he wore to coffee were dirty, i pointed out. that seemed a very hetero sign. nope, said the first specialist. he himself had some thrashed jack purcells that he couldn't do without. his advice was just to ask bachelor #3 straight out about it and to read him for signs of sheer, clinched fist panic. ask him directly? gee, what a concept.

the conference call concluded, a-d-d called in the next specialist who is known to have extremely sophisticated gaydar. after studying the subject, he came back with this lab result: "not an inkling of gayness." only nerdiness and a creative streak.

not an inkling of gayness! if bachelor #3 only knew my dating by committee habits were in full effect, he'd be mortified. but a girl needs to know...is she competing against the whole human race to hold a man's attention, or just her gender?

as a-d-d put it, "see what women in l.a. have to deal with?"

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