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Germans Have Always Been Sex Perverts

I'm going to leave it up to Alley to post about this ancient dildo , cuz she'll do it with far more wit and grace where as I'll just resort to juvenille comments about aryan sexual perversion, see post title. I love how they put "tool" in quotes, those british.. such a dry humor... They say the "tool" is life size, well at 20cm (7.87 inches) long and 3cm (1.18 inches) of girth our prehistoric forefathers may have been over compensating for underdeveloped flint knapping abilities. Um was that funny?... Well ancient German phalluses don't need professionals.. this stuff just writes itself.

Scratch That

Forget the unfinished posts of the past... I'll just not finish this post and call it good.. What do you want from me? I haven't had any coffee and I was out till 3am!!

The coming apocalypse

Well since I"m to busy to really write anything new I thought I'd entertain y'all with all of my drafts that I never got around to finishing because I have attention span of a goldfish. "Look a castle".

I Rock, thank you.

From the L.A. times

As they sow, so shall they reapElliptical yet overwrought, John O'Keefe's "Reapers," a world-premiere production at the Odyssey, starts as an austere meditation on primitivism and the nature of evil but ultimately segues into mind-boggling excess.Veteran playwright O'Keefe was rightfully heralded for "Times Like These," a factually based drama about the star-crossed marriage of a Jewish actress and her Aryan husband forced into deadly measures by Hitler's Reich. Beautifully well realized, "Times" showed a domestic microcosm imploding under the forces of external evil. More sweeping in scale, "Reapers" also examines a domestic microcosm — that of the Foxes, a hardscrabble Iowa farm family. But this time, the pressures that destroy the Foxes are not generated by malevolent outsiders but by the Foxes' own endemic corruption — ancestral cruelty that prompts a cleansing purge from Mother Nature herself.It couldn't happen to a nicer family. The Foxes are steeped in generational violence, with nagging hints of incest. From the opening monologue (and the author's own program notes), we understand that the family is already dead, wiped out by unprecedented tornadoes. Whether the play transpires in existential flashback or whether we see the Foxes in a hellish afterlife is unclear. What is clear is that these characters are overdue for a righteous comeuppance.Mike Durst's virtuosic lighting, foreboding blues with flashes of lightning, aptly suggests the coming holocaust. The play's scale is somewhat self-consciously Greek, but these characters are so barbarous and unsympathetic that their eventual downfall is more relief than catharsis. O'Keefe directs his own work in a hyper-histrionic style that makes Tennessee Williams seem tame by comparison. The able cast fully commits to O'Keefe's intriguing vision, but the play's effectively cryptic themes are swept away in the vortex of overstatement.--F. Kathleen Foley"Reapers," Odyssey Theatre Ensemble, 2055 S. Sepulveda Blvd., West Los Angeles. 8 p.m. Wednesdays through Saturdays, call for Sunday times. $20.50-$25. (310) 477-2055. www.odysseytheatre.com. Running time: 2 hours.

Saturn drivers, strip mall bars and the smell of the ocean and urinal cakes

That pretty much describes my evening out last night. Living in Southern California you tend to spend way too much of your time on the freeway and thanks to so many hours on our fine roadways I've developed profiles for drivers of certain kinds of cars the way the FBI develops profiles for serial killers, serial killers being better people than some of the drivers I encounter daily. Now let me just say before I continue that there is no doubt in my mind that I am a driver that someone else hates. Amongst my profiles of hated drivers there are two that constantly compete for top spot and they are the BMW and Saturn driver. The reason I hate the Saturn driver is that they tend to think that there bland little commuter pod is actually a race car and they feel the need to prove it. Last night I got to do a little field research into why I hate the Saturn driver.

Soylent Green & Womb Slaves

I have nothing to say about either other than that is what Alley fears her/womens' future will be under Bush's new Supreme Court nominee. It is sort of an either or scenario. As a woman you will either be a womb slave to some old fat white guy, think Handmaiden's Tale, or if you are to old or somehow unfit to be a womb slave you will be turned into soylent green or new diet soylent green.

As for me I'm not worried at all. As a white heterosexual(most of the time) male betweeen the ages of 18 and 55 I have nothing to worry about, except where my next paycheck is coming from, the world capitulates to my every whim and need especially when it comes to providing me with a womb slave and an ice cold can of the new EXTREME Soylent Green.

At any rate I'm back working at my home away from home, La Jolla Playhouse where I spent many a year working with the industries most talented actors, directors, and designers. La Jolla was sort of my hands on graduate school. A place where I could work alongside these incredibly talented artisans and pick their brains about our craft while watching how they worked.

it's hot I wish I had a fan.

it's hot, i'm sweattng, it sucks. my place is to big to even and try and cool.

I have to be in San Diego for work at 8am and it is now 10pm and I'm in L.A., I figure I have one hell of a commute tomorrow.

On the upside the toothache that was plaguing me all Sunday and Monday seems to have mysteriously disappeared. I guess the nerve just rotted into oblivion. I'm not so opptomisitc though, I figure I'll be hunting down a free dental clinic for a root canal while I'm in S.D. during the next two weeks. Maybe I can visit my old dentist in S.D. and tell him this current problem is due to his shody work on my teeth because the last time I saw him he was to distracted by the news broadcast in the office on the morning I last saw him...9-11-01. What a sureal way to start that day. I miss insurance.

I spent the weekend in Oakland/San Fran/Berkley with Alley Rat (do I really need a link) which was super cool it's soooo pretty there. I think some of you saw what happens when two bloggers use the same computer without logging off of blogger before making comments...

well whatever..

oh... yeah... ladies your wombs and their subsequent freedom are now on high alert.

My posterior for posterity

THIS POST IS A WEEK OVERDUE AND UNFINISHED, SHOULD REMIND YOU ALL OF YOUR STUDENTS PAPERS


As I mentioned in my previous post, fuck the link just look back, we played host Sat. night to a photo shoot for Spencer Tunick who is doing a new series on friends and friends of friends. If the name doesn't ring a bell his work certainly should. Spencer is the fellow who has done all the landscape photos of naked bodies in cities around the world. The series he is doing currently is devoted to friends and friends of friends in the casual atmosphere of a host's home. So how did we, and by we I mean my roommate B, come to host this event? Well it's quite simple.. My roommate B, a newly minted suicide girl (they don't deserve a link), is friends with Spencer from New York and has posed for him before both solo and in other photos from this series.

The whole affair was rather intimate and low key. There were less than 20 people present/naked for the shoot. Everyone arrived around 10 and began socializing and drinking, key to getting naked even with friends for most people. Eventually B started getting people in the mood by disrobeing herself and encourging others to join in. By the time Spencer arrived around midnight most people were naked. He spent some time hanging out and getting to know some of us, just trying to make everyone more comfortable especially the few people who were a little bit hesitant. I think what was the most surprising thing to me was the very raw way in which he shot the whole thing. No big fancy Hasselblad or 4x5, no lights, not even a super nice SLR, just two high quality point and shoot cameras with 400 speed film and a tri-pod.

I'm probably forgetting something really juicy.

10 years ago: Freshman year of college, Texas. Lots of LSD and not enough schoolwork, expanding one's consciousness is very time consuming.

5 years ago: Not doing LSD anymore. Living in San Diego, working at large regional theatre, breaking up with girlfriend/fiance from college who I had moved to California with*. Looking for new place to live in San Diego and starting "professional" design career. Began habit of dating graduate students.

1 year ago: Living in Los Angeles. Officially a starving artist. Designing constantly, trying to get into grad-school, lots of trips to San Diego to see new grad student girl friend and work.

Yesterday: Had coffee with boyfriend at cafe, spent elven hours at the theatre working on my most recent show, came home, drank beer, watched Garden State, felt sad, went to bed.

Today: Back to the theatre for another ten hours, hopefully make it home in time for the Spencer Tunick shoot being done at my place tonight...YAY nudity.. and try to make it to two birthday parties on opposite sides of town..

Tomorrow: Hungover and at the theatre for ten plus hours.

5 snacks: whatever is around... but in general.. chocolate, salty, ice cream,

5 bands that I know the lyrics of MOST of their songs: Metallica, Postal Service, Guns 'N Roses, Beastie Boys, Led Zepplin.

5 things I would do with $100,000,000: Pay off mine and my friends debt, travel a lot, charity, have a world leader killed, buy a place we could all call home.

5 locations I’d like to run away to: NYC, Italy, Prague, Amsterdam, to see my parents in rural MD.

5 bad habits I have: procrastinating, not being able to say no, working to hard for too little, being passive, eating the last of something that isn't mine.

5 things I like doing: Sleeping, drinking, sex, theatre, traveling.

5 things I would never wear: camoflauge pants, anything from wal-mart, and that about covers it.

5 TV shows I like: The Simpsons, Futurama, Bugs Bunny, Six Feet Under, stuff about science and history.

5 Movies I like: Reservoir Dogs, Citizen Kane, Chicago, anything by John Hughes, Fight Club

5 famous people I’d like to meet: George W., Karl Rove, Rick Santorum, Clarence Thomas, Janice Rodgers Brown.

5 biggest joys at the moment: i'm healthy, my car is running, i'm not broke this week, i get to be naked tonight, the show looks good.

5 favorite toys: penis, camera, someone elses laptop, boobs, cell phone.

I'm givin my tag shout out to Momentary

*ex gf/fiance and I are now great friends.

"Can't talk coming down"

You really know your place when you're sitting at your computer with a hangover watching one of your roommates do yoga in the cool California morning light, we have a wonderful Northern exposure, and you really wouldn't change places. I'm not sure why I prefer wrecking myself instead of improving myself. I mean I keep my brain healthy but I guess when a good portion of your day is physical labor the last thing you want to do is more of that.

The new show is going well, it's pretty out there. The American familhy gone off the deep end, sort of Faulkner meets Jerry Springer on acid. I like the playwright/director, I saw one of his productions in college and it has been one of my favorite theatrical experiences ever since. So I was pretty pscyhed when I found he was the writer/director of this piece. Though I do think that playwrights should never direct their own work, but that's a seperate discussion. Meg.. MA.. you guys have any thoughts on that subject? Anyway, regardless of how it turns out it's going to look pretty. I'll see if I can't get some photos up.

Well time to go meet my boyfriend at the cafe... He's working this morning so that means free coffee for me..YAY. I'll tell James you said hi Alley.

The 5th

Don't you just love it when all the alcohol from the night before metabolizes into sugar, and an in an instant you're awake groping for your glasses and glass of water. It was hot too, Alley I want my fan back!!!

ha ha ha I just found a pictionary cube on my roommate's desk.... far from the action of the attempted game last night. WARNING!!! never try to play board games with rowdy, drunken, attention craving, misfits, especially when that describes half the group attempting said game, myself included. Besides 10 drunks is 10 drunks to many for that game.

Last night was fun.. I had a good time despite working at the theatre, I'm designing another show, until 9pm. I missed all the really yummy excellent food that my roommate had cooked for the god knows how many people who had shown up for her not so little bbq on the roof. I arrived home, after a Baghdad esque drive home with explosions and rockets hurling skyward from all sides of the freeway like every little neighborhood was battling insurgents with roman candles and candy colored mortar shells as I crossed town, to a crowd out on the roof overlooking downtown LA watching the battle in full panorama. I'd have taken pictures if I wasn't so focused on getting a beer, some food, and unwinding.

It was an excellent way to celebrate our country's journey from ousting an imperialist nation to our role as the new dominant force for imperialism in the world.

The 4th

DRUNK BLOGGING

I love my life... when a game of Pictionary can turn into a screaming mad crazy insane orgy of spilt wine, broken glass, and blood... oh and fried chicken...


HAPPY FOURTH..