Proletariat Mule

Are you there employment? It's me, Putz.*

2005-12-19T15:39:00.000-08:00

I think I might be invisible, and I'm not even a minority or a woman. So I've been waiting around for over a week now for several prospective employers to get back to me regarding work. There is something going on here besides the polite blowoff, flake out, I think. It's not like my resume doesn't carry some weight. I have had several interviews with a couple of theses organizations, and despite their assurances that I would have an answer last week, here I am going stir crazy still waiting. I want to start my effing Xmas vacay, but I don't feel I can leave town until I hear from someone in the event they might want to meet again. I'm even being ignored by the temp agency I went to, and the corporate toy company that has an instore stage musical to sell their product, ugh. Oh, and it's not just employers that have forgotten about me, it's the postal service too. No, not the band, we are as close as ever. The U.S. postal service, my christmas present from Alley should have arrived last week as well, and I'm totally paranoid it got lost in the mail and I'll have to go without the totally sassy vintage ski mask she bought me. Without it I'll freeze my poor wee face in the wilds of Appalachia or along the colonnade streets of Georgetown during my holiday from unemployment. Maybe the holidays are a bad time to be job hunting, perhaps I should be stalking these employers. Any suggestions?

*Do I even need to mention the reference?

Friday Random Ten Fifteen

2005-12-16T10:09:00.000-08:00

Everyone else does it, obviously the perfect reason for me to do it. Also it will show all 3 of you how 'cool' I am. Seeing as how I'm destined for perpetual unemployment I might as well start filling my day with blogging. I really feel like I should be accomplishing amazing things with all this spare time. It only takes so much of the day to clean the house, do dishes, and send out a few resumes. The only reason I have for leaving the house is to go to the postoffice to mail some trinket I've sold on Ebay or to the grocers for Alley's dinner. But back to the point of being unproductive; I have found one decent excuse for my unproductive state, poverty. It costs money to accomplish stuff. However, photoshop and google are free. It's like an adult coloring book where you get carpal tunnel from repetive key strokes.

1. Led Zeppelin - Black Mountain Side
2. Beck - Nobody's Fault But My Own
3. Ratatat - Spanish Armada
4. The Cure - Birdmad Girl
5. The Ramones - Judy is a Punk
6. Pearl Jam & Cypress Hill - Real Thing (from the Judgment Night Soundtrack)
7. Guns N' Roses - My Michelle
8. Massive Attack - Any Love
9. Faith No More & Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - Another Body Murdered (Judgment Night Soundtrack)
10. Hank Williams - Baby, We're Really in Love
11. Marilyn Manson - The Dope Show
12. Elliot Smith - Tomorrow Tomorrow
13. Pete Townshend - Greyhound Girl
14. Tones on Tail - Movement of Fear
15. Pixies - Letter to Memphis

*bonus. Seventeen - The Sex Pistols (because I am a LAZY SOD)

Holidays, The Internet, and Poverty

2005-12-15T13:52:00.000-08:00

*photo by Alley Rat

In an attempt at something the capitalists call synergy I'm going to try and make this blog benneficial to my wallet, your sense of genneroisty, and the overall good of the economy. I've added buttons for donations to my pay pal account and, incase you don't like giving cash to bums cuz you know they spend it on hookers and blow, my Amazon wishlist. It'll make all of us feel a little bit better.

Do it for the children that I will never have.

I long pause heart long pause Pinter

2005-12-09T15:17:00.000-08:00

If you haven't read Pinter's Nobel acceptance speech, I highly recomend that you do. Here is a small sample of his critique of US foreign policy, which was the focus of the speech.

Everyone knows what happened in the Soviet Union and throughout Eastern Europe during the post-war period: the systematic brutality, the widespread atrocities, the ruthless suppression of independent thought. All this has been fully documented and verified.

But my contention here is that the US crimes in the same period have only been superficially recorded, let alone documented, let alone acknowledged, let alone recognised as crimes at all. I believe this must be addressed and that the truth has considerable bearing on where the world stands now. Although constrained, to a certain extent, by the existence of the Soviet Union, the United States' actions throughout the world made it clear that it had concluded it had carte blanche to do what it liked.

He continues later, and perhaps most accurately and damning.

It never happened. Nothing ever happened. Even while it was happening it wasn't happening. It didn't matter. It was of no interest. The crimes of the United States have been systematic, constant, vicious, remorseless, but very few people have actually talked about them. You have to hand it to America. It has exercised a quite clinical manipulation of power worldwide while masquerading as a force for universal good. It's a brilliant, even witty, highly successful act of hypnosis.

As an American you wish it wasn't true, but it is, and W. is doing his part to continue this long standing American tradition.

I put to you that the United States is without doubt the greatest show on the road. Brutal, indifferent, scornful and ruthless it may be but it is also very clever. As a salesman it is out on its own and its most saleable commodity is self love. It's a winner. Listen to all American presidents on television say the words, 'the American people', as in the sentence, 'I say to the American people it is time to pray and to defend the rights of the American people and I ask the American people to trust their president in the action he is about to take on behalf of the American people.'

Spoken like a true man of the theatre.

*sigh*

I hope someone reads this.

THIS IS HOT, RIGHT?

2005-10-23T19:31:00.000-07:00

If you haven't heard about about Prussian Blue over at Alley's blog let me be the first to show how parents can warp the little minds of their children. Check out this article about the girls and their parents. Sadly the article does little to tell us were they got those cute matching t-shirts.

GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS CITY

2005-10-22T14:17:00.000-07:00

How I long for public trans... It's fucking Saturday afternoon, and I just spent an hour in traffic like it was five o'clock rush hour on friday. UGH.

Its' not stipping if they don't take their clothes off, right?

2005-10-22T10:43:00.000-07:00

So one of my roommates is an 'exotic dancer', you can't really call her a stripper since there is a law in Hollywood, yes Hollywood of all places, that the dancers in strip clubs can't take their tops offf. Now how silly is that? I have more to say, and there is a reason for this post but I have to run.. I've got a meeting darling.

Word verification is a bitch when you're drunk

2005-10-21T00:58:00.000-07:00

There I said it. It's all squiggly and there are q's next to p's... ugh.. I just want to be a witty smartass and be on my way.

PORNLAND DIARIES day 2

2005-10-18T10:58:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen at long last the cock is out.... stay tuned for updates

Today's lessons:
1. Making porn is just as monotonous as the making of anyother kind of movie.

2. No matter how simple the line "Trevor grab your balls, now squeeze them like they were in a vice, squeeze them harder, now we are turning the screw on the vice, squeeze them harder". It will have to be fed to the actor by the director.

3. Yes Virginia they do use Viagra

4. It' s really boring after awhile to sit around and watch two guys TRY to screw because one guy can't get hard enough to do the scene. Why he doesn't take the viagra, i'll never know.

Well kids It's 12 hours later and I can't tel you how truly dull it all was. I'm not trying to come off as Mr. I've seen everything and I'm so above this, it truly is awful to have sit still and be quiet on and off all day while these guys alternate between screwing up simple dialogue, trying to get hard enough to fuck, and then the loud grunting slapping noises of orchestrated sex. There were a few moments of thats hot, or wow his dick is truly huge, but the repetiveness of it all outweighs the novelty. Sorry about the blurry sex pic, but I wasn't supposed to be taking pics, and well most of you probably didn't want to see anything to graphic. Hope y'all enjoyed my return to the blog world. Now I can go back to freaking out about trying to move to Chicago, but that is another post.

ps.. freaking out about what and how to pack to move...not the fact that I am moving.

good luck, and piss off.

Because my day wasn't gay enough

2005-10-18T02:14:00.000-07:00

So after a long hard day (pun intended) of waiting for orgasams and watching gym bodies the only natural thing to do was go get sushi. mmmmmmmm. now of all the things about L.A. I'm going to miss, the kick ass sushi we get in Little Tokyo is probably going to be high on the list. I'm sure they have great sushi in Chicago, but this is L.A. the ocean is right there and the chef is sooo Japanese, like actually from Japan. So after some beer, spicy scallops, and fried shrimp heads I headed over to my friend Scott's place for another beer and perhaps a movie. While we were sitting around b.s.ing and I was scrolling through his iTunes it got me to thinking about something he once said about his place being wher Madonna's video for Borderline was filmed. Long story short I badgered him into breaking out with the Madonna video DVD and show me. Sure enough the exterior and interior shots are his place, but just in case I was doubtful he tells me about how the owner of the building told him about renting the space to the material girl when she was still nobody. Anyway, its been a long time since I've seen those early Madonna videos, and boy did she rock.. I really had forgotten how awsome she was. Now what was my point.. oh yes Madonna = gay and my day=gay..

stay tuned for tomorrows installment of gay for pay.

PORNTOPIA day 1 updated

2005-10-17T17:30:00.000-07:00

Well the boys are all here. Setting up their "set", a psychiatryst's office, bringing in the lights, and rearranging our sparseness to suit their needs. Personally all I want is for the the P.A. to get back with my cappuccino.

There isn't any sex today, just "acting". So the entertainment value of watching the acting should be priceless. I was talking with the director cuz I thought I recognized one of the actors from his other film, but it turns out that the young lad in question is actually making his film debut. More potential for priceless humor.

hmmmm... I hope these lights don't trip our breakers, such janky wiring in these old spaces.

I'll keep y'all updated as the plot thickens, so to speak..

For all you gay porn aficionados out there this movie is for JET SET.

Ok time for some of the memorable lines of the day:

The Hypnotist to his patient:
"You will be an insatiable pig bottom, whose only satisfaction is being plowed hard in the ass".
or the classic
"Show me your asshole".

So the saga continues. There is another aspect to this shoot that I hadn't mentioned before, this film is being done totally guerilla. Guerilla in the sense that the film makers don't have the permits (and we don't have permission) to film in our space, let alone in this building. You see this being L.A. there is a business and proper channels for filming on private propery, and the landlords don't want anyone making money off them. This complex has been used in films like Vanilla Sky so the landlords don't suffer freeloaders lightly, the want their movie money. My point, and reason for anxiety is that no sooner does the crew decide to do a quick little shot in the hallway outside our door then the building manager walks by. He didn't say anything, but he could make our lives very painfull. Fines, evection, etc. If we get in trouble for this the best we can hope to do is pass it off as a student film, and not a commercial venture.

more updates as they happen.

"hypnosis" is proving to be a difficult word to articulate.

more quotes from the silver screen that you can use to amaze your friends.
"Derek, when you awake you will no longer be addicted to sucking cock, and Travis when you awake you will no longer exclusively be a bottom".

lessons learned:
1. Male porn stars can be entertained with LEGOS

2. It takes absolute quiet, privacy, some porn, and over a half hour and counting for one guy to masturbate to orgasam.

yes.. i saw hot man ass complete with hairless bronzed adonis like body and a rather large cock, thank god he's gay..... otherwise it would be a total waste.

SPUNKTACULAR LIVING

2005-10-14T21:11:00.000-07:00

Well I guess I'll get one quickie in before leaving Los Angeles. There is going to be another gay porn shoot at the house this week. I will keep all you perverts updated on the details.

Can you believe I'm leaving all this behind? Don't worry it's not as fabulous as AlleyRat.

iTunes

2005-10-07T18:09:00.000-07:00

I think my iTunes is psychic. You see I just switced over to Mac (Yay) cuz my PC was dying a slow painfull death. So I'm sitting in the main theatre at La Jolla Playhouse on my dinner break and I decide I need some music to accompany my terribly unhealthy dinner, so I kick up iTunes and throw it on shuffle for the very first time. Here's the creepy/cool part, the very first song it spits out is Pete Townshend's Greyhound Girl, not just any version but the live version from the show he preformed in the very room I'm sitting in, a concert I was not only at but lit. Very wonderful memories and hopefully a good omen of wonderful times ahead for me and my mac.

Tim Hawkinson Bear

2005-09-26T16:17:00.000-07:00

I really love this artist, Tim Hawkinson. He just had this sculpture installed at UCSD where I had been working for the past couple of weeks. You can read more about the Stuart Collection and the bear's details here

there are some fun facts about the teddy bear, like that it is over 23' tall and weighs 180 tons.

BIRTHDAY

2005-08-27T13:00:00.000-07:00

It's my birthday... I be 29 years old.. woo hooo....... it's just a number right? whatever...

homage ala collage

2005-07-30T17:00:00.000-07:00

Germans Have Always Been Sex Perverts

2005-07-25T21:39:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-25T11:13:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-24T12:20:00.000-07:00

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.

2005-07-22T10:20:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-22T10:08:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-20T20:16:00.000-07:00

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.

2005-07-19T21:56:00.000-07:00

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

2005-07-11T00:43:00.000-07:00

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.

2005-07-09T11:14:00.000-07:00

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.