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June 30, 2008 at 9:54 pm

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Later…

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June 25, 2008 at 1:17 pm

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Show update…

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has alerted me to the fact there is an interview with me up at the site Art Fag City about the “Guys We Would Fuck” show. Feel free to cruise on over there: the interview you may not need – but at least you see some aggressive Lehigh cuteness.

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Yikes! The interview got Fleshbotted, which seems to have provoked a bandwidth crisis at the gallery’s site. Thanks for the heads up

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June 24, 2008 at 3:45 pm

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Feeling campy…

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Tomorrow I head off for a week at LR. Odds are there will be no posting while I’m there. Just blew $100 on assorted cigars for my classes, friends and happy accidents. Am I packed? No. Does that mean that I’m going to be able to stop myself from watching the new full length Futurama dvd tonight so that I can pack? Probably not.

Here’s me before things got going at LPN.

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June 24, 2008 at 11:47 am

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All the fun stuff…

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If you’re on my friends list you probably know by now that this weekend was the one-two-punch of Leather Pride Night and Folsom Street East, what has become the kinky run up to The Pride Parade on Sunday.

This is only the second year I’ve had anything to do with LPN, but I’ve been at FSE off and on since the first one in 1997. I think next year we need to have a live blogging station set up, since there are so many lj people in attendance.

The weekend was very full but by the time I got home last night I was also in a strange head space. While I was at LPN, I was pretty much working the event, and when I first went to Folsom it was as a staffer of the Hot Ash table. Yesterday I pretty much strolled around, taking some pictures, saying hi to people, doing a little shopping, smoking my pipe. It’s a little like going to an art opening: many many pleasant but abbreviated conversations. If I’ve got a job to do, it at least gives some shape to the event.

It also helps me deal with my feelings of shyness and inadequacy in those circumstances. To some extent these events are big meat racks, and it’s easy for me to start comparing myself or shutting down. It’s not that I’m happy to see people, but more that I’m less secure about what to do with that happiness. I always feel like I do better in situations where I can sit with someone and have a prolonged conversation. ON the fly I become a glib chump. It’s certainly one of the reasons I prefer to DJ – I get to participate intimately in the party, but I always have something to retreat to.

So all being said the weekend left me feeling hollowed out. It’s been very rare that these kind of public events bring me to a felling of belonging and celebration. It was the same with the Folsom and Dore Alley fairs in SF, and it’s still pretty much true now. Ultimately I feel like some crucial question of “why am I doing this” is still unanswered.

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June 23, 2008 at 1:47 pm

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As per request…

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…Here’s a picture of my Mom opening her birthday present from me: a portrait of Lehigh. Her actual birthday is today, but we got together yesterday and had fish and chips at the Atlantic Avenue Chipshop. The family being from New England , we’re all pretty picky about our F&C. The horrid practice of breading fish to deep fry it is a constant source of sorrow for me.

Mom liked the drawing, and she and my sister and I all liked the deep fried mac and cheese. I’m very glad to get the chance to spend more time with my mother. I can even tease her about voting Republican.

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June 23, 2008 at 9:27 am

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Without a lie…

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… ate this at 11:30 last night. He wasn’t quite a member of the clean plate club; leaving a forkful of goo to be consumed, despite being spoken sternly to, so something will have to be done about that. But even so, most of it disappeared.

I spent most of yesterday doing my little bit at LPN, working set up and break down and finding time to do a spot of purchasing: two new leather paddles which are appropriately mean and which will be coming with me to camp this year. I declare spanking season officially open!

The evening was hectic and packed with ljers. I did a lot of smooching and was smooched much in return. Afterwards a crew of us hit the diner, where the waffle sundae (“with two scoops!”) was consumed.

On the way down the street after all the work was done, I ran into a ex student. He clearly didn’t expect to see me in the midst of a cluster of leather clad partyers. A quick hello and I was on my way, leaving him to puzzle out the implications..

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June 22, 2008 at 9:24 pm

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June 21, 2008 at 9:19 am

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Why oh why oh why…

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If I’m home and listening to music these days, it’s generally iTunes on my computer on random. After about an hour or so, there’ll come a point where I hear a song and go damn, I have to listen to the rest of that record. Today, that happened when I started singing along with Needles in the Camel’s Eye from Eno’s Here Come The Warm Jets. So now Driving Me Backwards is playing and I’m thinking about the album as a whole. I came to it late, Eno was one of those people that I found out I was supposed to like once I started hanging with punk friends in the late seventies, even though there was a little mention of him around the “progressive” circles I moved in before that. But it was always pretty peripheral. I probably didn’t pay real attention to the record until late in college. Listening to it today, you can hear tons of little production tricks that Eno has continued to pull from not only for his own subsequent records but for his production stints with every one else: collisions of acoustic and electronic instuments. The use of very different types of sonic placement for two different instruments in the same song, a preference for texture over melody. There’s a guitar bit from the end of Blank Frank that is almost the same as the beginning of U2’s The Fly.

Eno has been pretty adamant in saying that these songs aren’t about anything, evidently the lyrics were written as a series of nonsense syllables first and then turned into words. But the words you pull out of a batch of nonsense syllables often end up having a lot to say about who you are, and the songs on HCTWJ seem to revolve around horror, failure, death in life, and a kind of frowsy kinkiness. It’s all cluttered and worn , a bit like the desk top still lifes on the front and back album covers. And yet by the end, the grinding, pounding guitars of Needles in the Camel’s Eye have turned into the operatic, soaring chords of the title track.

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June 20, 2008 at 2:13 pm

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The perfect food?

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There are times when I feel like I could just content myself with living on burritos for the rest of my life.

Made correctly, they are bite after bite of pure satisfaction. I’m so happy that I lived in San Fransisco, so I know what good burritos are. If I was getting gaymarried, I’d so be going out for El Toro for carnitas supreme burritos afterwards.

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June 19, 2008 at 3:35 pm

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