In anticipation of its Sunday run, the Indianapolis 500 came to New York. And, in my role as Vanity Fair‘s online automotive columnist, I got the chance to ride in it with a handsome, Nietzschean-named, Australian front-runner. Sort of.

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A new episode of Glee screened last night, rendering inevitable another of my increasingly bitchy re-caps for Vanity Fair. The question I seek to answer in this one: How could an episode packed full of such visual and thematic riches be so…boring?

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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is finally up for repeal a process that is making it’s way toward Congress. This means one thing: prepare for a big, pink, sticky mess. Actually, it means two things: the above statement, and my inevitable take on it, for Vanity Fair.

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The Gay Uncle would like to welcome George Owen Berk Eggers to the realm of the air breathers. It wasn’t an easy path for this ten-and-a-half pound baby boy–either through the birth canal, or into the world of respiration. He got a little…stuck on his way out, and was born not breathing. As you can see from this photo, he’s currently in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at Miami Children’s Hospital with his parents: the G.U.’s sister Roxy and her hubby Nick. Gunc was downt here last week to help support his family, and to care for George’s two-year-old sister. This was both challenging and entertaining. The toddler is a pistol. But her care was lubricated by the steady implementation of the Four Ps: puzzles, picture books, pools, and piña coladas (not to mention the iPhone’s constant access to the fifth P, the video for Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi”.) George is now breathing on his own, and we all hope he will come home some time in June.

Better late than never. A day late, and thirteen cards short of a full deck, I finally managed to get my Glee-cap of this week’s aces episode, “Dream On” up over at Vanity Fair.

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I talked to Harry Shum Jr. the other day. Who the hell is Harry Shum Jr., you ask? Well, he’s an amazing dancer, choreographer, and one of those dancing silhouettes from the old iPod commercials. He also happens to play Mike Chang, the silent “Other Asian” chorus boy on the hit show Glee. (He’s sweet, funny, and good looking too.)

Check out my interview with him for Vanity Fair.

For the greedy among you who always want more, more, more, my friends over at Gawker’s car blog, Jalopnik, have been kind enough to allow me to mount (heh-heh) a slide show of a couple dozen more photos from my trip to the Mercedes Classic Center in Irvine, CA. If you like cars at all, you will go look at it right now.

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Wherein I somehow manage to finagle a drive in this car, the Mercedes Benz Classic Center’s $675,000 1955 300 SL Gullwing–an experience that is nothing short of mind-blowing–and the one behind it (which ain’t too shabby either.)

Read all about it here, in Vanity Fair.

The Gay Uncle chimes in on this very important question in a he said/she said post for his friends over at Cafe Mom. He is doing the “he said” portion of this discourse, while the “her” part is being handled by someone called Anonymous. I guess she doesn’t want word to get back to that pencil penised guy from college that he didn’t satisfy her.

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Strollerderby picks up on the Gay Uncle’s, gay dad, birthday party sleepover, and ads some intelligent spin of their own. And by intelligent, Gunc means that they pretty much agree with his prescription. And by spin, he means illustrative anecdotes reflecting the grotesque homophobia of seemingly “normal” people.

Show them some love and give them a visit.