Michelle Weeks is FABulous
More than a week since my last post. Tsk.
I’ve been a busy boy tho let me tell you. That camera has been working! I’ve sold a few pics to Nightspots. I’m PUBLISHED!!!
Let’s see, last weekend was a total hoot. I met Michelle Weeks at Club Reunion on Saturday night. Had a nice chat with Frankie Knuckles and Dana Powell, two LEGENDARY people in my life. On Sunday had a great Japanese lesson with some pretty hard homework, but I managed to get through it okay. Still a little tricky on the adjectives, but I’m doing better.
Monday night was the Bar Olympics at Bucks. Spin won first place (YES, THASS RIGHT!!!). Good times.
Tuesday night was the Gay Idol at Hunters. Kirk drove me all the way out there. Long ride, but really fun show. My lesbian girlfriend Amy Matheny was hosting. I got some fierce pictures of her as well.
Last night was a fun romp around Evanston ’cause my teacher could not find parking near our usual spot. So instead we dropped her car off at her house and walked around for a while. Eventually we ended up at the People’s Market. I drank carrot juice and once again murdered the language I love to love.
I have a new word in my lexicon thanks to Orion, the handsome straight security guard working at Spin. Well, you know how people have Backne…i.e. acne on your back. Orion dropped: Rackne. Yes, that’s right, acne on your boobings. Euww.
And speaking of new words, why is it that some people like to describe the ignorant and stupid things that performance artists do and actually talk about them as art ? From the Village Voice:
“Also on view is Seedbed. In this legendary sculpture/performance Acconci lay beneath a ramp built in the Sonnabend Gallery. Over the course of three weeks, he masturbated eight hours a day while murmuring things like, “You’re pushing your c$%t down on my mouth” or “You’re ramming your co%k down into my as$.” Not only does the architectural intervention presage much of his subsequent work, but all of Acconci’s fixations converge in this, the spiritual sphincter of his art. In Seedbed Acconci is the producer and the receiver of the work’s pleasure. He is simultaneously public and private, making marks yet leaving little behind, and demonstrating ultra-awareness of his viewer while being in a semi-trance state. This extraordinary artistic marker, left 32 years ago this January, is still on the outer banks of the aesthetic perimeter. ”
No no no people. That nasty motherf$%ker is just jacking off in public. Does ANYONE ELSE think that too? Nasty pervert, take your pee pee and wank it somewhere else. Shocking.
Goddamn art-speak folks. They can turn anything into something artistic. It’s like calling a turd you just laid in the toilet “an eleoquent commentary on the digestive system, complete with an olfactory sensation which is familiar, yet distantly earthy.”
Nasty. Really nasty. What TF is this world cumming to? (sorry, couldn’t resist :-p )
Useful Japanese Phrase Of The Day:
わたしのねこはあくまです。さすないでください。.
watashi no neko wa akuma desu. sasunaide kudasai.
my cat is satan. please do not pet him.