Voice of the Beehive

I am having my life controlled by a deadly scourge... Yellowjackets have made a nest in my kitchen porthole and are looking to expand their empire into my already roasting apartment. The queen wants my open mouth for her throne while her drones go off and bully the other insects and people trying to keep cool. I want to buy pesticide and be very environmentally unfriendly. Yes, I want to kill some of God's precious little critters that are actually not doing me any harm yet. They just repulse me. If you look at the hive - you will see their pelvises rocking back and forth in an effort to mate or do something terrible. Very shades of Matthew Barney cremaster 2. Ewww.

However, let's skip those pesky bee's. I am sooo excited - I just got my friend Anna Oxygen's CD in the mail from Amazon!! Aside from being hella talented as well as my fave New Wave Mary Poppins by way of Neneh Cherry, this grrls gonna be a star - so grab em now!! ....

We are a Camera

I have been seduced by the image and drawn over to Fotolog.net to experiment what might be the coolest way to communicate since pictograms were considered crude grafitti. Fotoblogging promises to be a potential way for a 1000 Nan Goldin's to share their varying states of sexual dysfunction, longing empty pictures of foreign cities in exile, Cindy Sherman obsessed teens wanting to be someone else, or simply just pictures of your children or grandchildren. I decided to join this group for a time and see what happens. I'll continue to post the odd photo here, but daily - you are welcome to check out my fotolog...

Jewel of the North

Sometimes I wonder why I still live here, and sometimes I wonder why I'd want to leave. Days like this it's both terrible and amazing. Rage and Solace. You can't cut your teeth on scenery like this in New York, but then again, you can't chew up the scenery here either - it is what it is, an inlet which provides an accessible route for trading, a yuppie paradise, a quickly decaying dreampark and grand mall of Kennedy-Era enthusiasm, retrofitted to a once-booming electronics industry, now emerging with a hangover and concern for the future. Ahhh, S-Town.

NY-DC Photo's

Ok, ok - I walled up in my studio last night and worked on getting my vacation pictures up on Ofoto, or else it would have taken me months to do... But here they are in all their glory...

Ahem....You can click on the following in the order of the trip itself...

• D.C.
  
• New York
  
• Upstate New York
  

Apologies that I didn't get more of them. Admittedly - there are quite a few pictures and people that I should ahve got more of, but alas - did not. There were times when I wished I had my camera (Guggenhiem), but really didn't want to look like the obnoxious video camera wielding tourist freak that i can be, especially in NY, so I opted not to carry it much. In retrospect, I needed to get one of those teeny apex camera's or better yet - rig my phone to take pictures (but the latter is dangerous territory if anyone is around alcohol)...
Speaking of which, my man Momus has an interesting essay on "Photoblogging", which I've noticed that any tiny colorful thumbnail image against a white background immediately captures my heart... Perhaps I'll invest in a digital camera attatchment for my phone and start mob-blogging images that strike me daily? Hmmmmm...

Awwww - eeety bitty image.... In 'at cute?

Wonderful Town

I wanna do a quick shout out and thanks to all my homies in the big apple, upstate and DC for showing me a great time! Thanks to: Paula, Charlie, Ginger, Ian, Michael, Miraleft, Laura, Joey, Matthew Barney, Gerard Richter, Joseph Gordon Levitt, David Waine, the entire cast of Avenue Q, the fabulous people in the Village, Williamsburg, Park Slope, the Prada store, mr Mickey, Carol Channing, Sandra B, Amy Sedaris, the staff at the Abbey, Boxers, New World (except lose the guy in the cargo shorts), Juniors, CBGB's puppet slut theater, and countless other bars that I tripped, stripped, stumbled and spilled beer into... Thank you for keeping it real.
Pictures to be posted on Ofoto soon!!
JD

Voice like Honey

The only woman who sends shivers down my spine with her rendition of "I Loves You Porgy" passed away today at 70.

We shall miss you Nina Simone.

In the meantime - it's time to play:

What's Worse

Being stuck in Cancun with the icky coeds of priveledge or having to pay money to watch them on the big screen. Yes, I think I am truly going to be sick - they are filming a reality movie about guys and girls on break south of the border. If this were documentary - there would be those telling moments where these plastic people would break down on camera or witness some lifetime defeate and wince, blush or make the filmmaker turn off the camera. None of that will happen. These are people impermeable to real life and irony; they know how to act on television and show the crocodile crying jag for the last 4 minutes. They are not your real friends. They will never be your real friends no matter how much you identify with them. No matter how much they try to identify themselves as regular people. They are not regular people. They are industry. If you ever see any of them in normal social contexts outside of show biz, you should start yelling at them violently. Piggy, watch out - Seattle has your back.

In the meantime - you should catch this bootleg of the major media manipulator herself - Madonna, who's said to start re-tooling her anti-war video, American Life. Here's the original video in all it's shameless provacative glory... Hmmm, I seriously don't know what all the fuss is about - it's more fashionista than sandinista...

The Big Aural O

Ever liked a song so much it hurt? It happens occassionally, someone will compose the right hook that will stir memories, lust, spirits and the impulse to buy the next album. I'm listening to the 23 person Polyphonic Spree live on KEXP and i'm contemplating going to see them tonight. They hit those choral notes that both chill and excite you, despite the silly hippy lyrics.
Speaking of Aural Stimulation - looks like these folks have tapped into that very idea with the Audi-oh!, a pleasure device much like the Orgasmatron in Barbarella, rigged on nothing but music, music, music. I can only wonder what Wagner must feel like...
If you'd rather drink than listen to your pleasure or pleasure your listening, you can rent Who's afraid of Virginia Woolfe and engage in a very pyschotic, Albee-inspired drinking game! Fun for everyone!! Yes, even you Martha (GET ME DRINK GEORGIE!!!)...