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Archive for April 2004

Woke up Sure of one thing…

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Kate Hudson


Like the world needed Goldie Hawn Lite

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April 30, 2004 at 9:01 am

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It’s not all horrible!

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Anyone reading my journal lately would think that I’m crouched in my house in a crippling funk but it ain’t true! here’s a list of some of the stuff I’ve been doing the past couple of weeks:

Friday, 4/16 Went to the opening of Open House, a show I’m in at the Brooklyn Museum, with thornyc. Afterwards cracked a tooth on rye bread at Sammy’s Rumanian.
Sunday, 4/18 Played poker with thornyc, badfaggot and chrisglass among others. Afterwards made the beast with two backs with two men, neither of whom are on Live Journal
Monday, 4/19 attended a reading by Samuel R. Delany at the CUNY grad center. Afterwards ate tacos and bought comics with thornyc and badfaggot.
Wednesday, 4/21 Saw “Assassins” with thornyc. Afterwards went to the Eagle where we saw badfaggot and bootjac.
Thursday, 4/22 Participated in Blog Night organized by badfaggot where, by definition, there were many other LJers. Afterwards went to Sammy’s noodle shop for chinese food with thornyc, badfaggot and lthredge.
Friday, 4/23 badfaggot came over and helped me sort through old books and magazines. We found my copy of “Powerplay” that included thornyc‘s article on cigar play.
Sunday, 4/25 bootjac graciously agreed to tale me to Ikea, where they didn’t have the shelves I wanted. Afterwards I went to the benefit sale for The Sculpture Center, where a glass of dry red made me tipsy.
Monday, 4/26 thornyc came with me to see final_girl read brilliantly in a bar on the lower east side. Afterwards we had enchiladas and shared an umbrella
Wednesday, 4/28 I went to Fred Wilson’s opening at the Studio Museum of Harlem, where I saw no one from LJ, but received an astonishingly nice compliment from a young artist and got invited to a sunday brunch with Kiki Smith. Afterwards I rode the 2 home, got vegetarian food from the Ital Shack (too salty as it turned out) and laughed aloud at the latest episode of South Park.

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April 29, 2004 at 10:43 am

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To all my fellow academics:

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(and I know there’s quite a few of you on my friends list”)

Are you all as desperate for the end of the semester as I am? and how many days do you have left?

For me, it’s two more weeks of teaching, and student stress.

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April 29, 2004 at 10:29 am

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April 28, 2004 at 3:15 pm

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Peering through a pince-nez…

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Back in the office after a trip to the eye doctor, I’m so dilated I could give birth through my pupils. All print closer than four feet is a blur, so I’ve whipped out the old nose pinchers I purchased at a flea market in Warsaw and now squint through them at the screen.
It’s been at least ten years since my last eye exam, so I was expecting the news that I would need a whole new perscription. I’ve noticed that in the morning and evening it’s tough to bring print into focus, and that I’ve given up on the lyric sheets in cds lately. But shockingly enough I was told that my old glasses are fine, if I would just wear them dammit, and that if i needed anything different the best thing would be a pair of magnifiers from the drug store. Now where’s the glamor in that? When I hinted that I was thinking about getting new frames, Doctor Coen, reluctantly wrote out a ‘scrip, making me feel like I was one of those shirkers whining about my pain to mooch Vicodin.
There is much more to tell about this past weekend and its doings, but little time to tell it in.

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April 28, 2004 at 1:02 pm

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Wretched –

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A day at work where every little thing is unraveling – accepted students are declining, dates are getting changed and then are still problematic, no-none is home to answer phone calls. Quicksand. I think I need to go out and stroll around topside.

A couple of weeks ago I would have dealt with this with a big piece of cake of some kind.

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April 22, 2004 at 3:18 pm

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Everybody’s got a right to their dreams…

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Because I’m a gay man, and because I live in New York, and mostly because another gay man is off getting bonked in Berlin, I spent last night attending Stephen Sondheim’s Assassins. Envy me, out of town Broadway Queens!
I have to say I shudder for the prospects of this show, given the state of the country. The production is in Studio 54 which was last home to the revival of Cabaret. The two shows share a lot, including a review like structure, a menacing Master of Ceremonies, and limbo like setting that plays off of the weight of external political events. I worry because while Cabaret allows its audience the luxury of tut-tutting about the evil of Nazi Germany, something at a geographic and temporal remove from themselves, Assassins is aggressively about those aspects of the American view of world and self that lead to mania and violence. And that stuff is not at a remove at all. So the audience leaves the theater implicated. Will tourists line up for months to pay 100 dollars a pop for this experience? I’d be surprised.
The production itself is handsome and in many ways designed to try to ameliorate the tensions I described above. How does Mario Cantone do? Fine – I didn’t quite realize it was him until very late in the game. Neil Patrick Harris? not so good in my opinion: a little too blank in his innocence and a little too innocent in his blankness. The rest of the cast performed nimbly. Great set.
Afterwards, on the street, thornyc offered us Beard Papa’s (see danbearnyc‘s journal) cream puffs, which are very, very good. Then he shanghai’ed me to the Eagle, where I got to see bootjac tighten up Thor’s flattop, and I got to feed badfaggot another cream puff and then climbed into the chair to get my not-butch-enough Merrils shined. His being fed technique was a little shaky, but his shine was very, very good. I left my jacket at the bar, and arrived home in time to see one of my fave Cowboy Bebop episodes.

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April 22, 2004 at 10:39 am

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