Roland stumbles into the living room, looks at the blanketed couch I sit on, smirks blearily ( Read more... )

i still--still--have a bruise on my palm from karaoke a week ago. it's spread into the back of my hand now, creating a purplish ink-stained-pores effect. it's from the complimentary tambourines the place provided. i have bruises on my hand from playing a tambourine. can you think of a gayer injury? no, you can't.

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Summer Jamboree 2004 hit the Bowery Ballroom, and it was a hoot. And hootenanny. But mostly ( Read more... )

Vaucanson by John Ashbery ( Read more... )

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Matthew (Donovan) Farnsworth
Mica Jennings
Joseph Greaves
Benjamin Pither
Siobhan Harris
Rafael (Wyles William) Tiffany

We were a classy-named bunch...

the bus rattled to a stop in the middle of buttfuckheimmersdamm suburban nowhere, apparently hitting a spot of traffic, and it settled in place behind a long row of twinkling ruby auto lamps. (no, simon, this certainly wasn't the bus we wanted to get us to nine's. but that doesn't in any way diminish my trust in your german language abilities. it ( Read more... )

the noisepop festival blustered its way through the city again this week and i was treated to two shows, mystical both, in different ways, that reminded me of the pull of authentic performances. "authentic." exceedingly different interperetations of the term but still apt ( Read more... )

"Render therefore unto suet the thing that was beef fat"
-- an old adage, revived by goldtooth