Evil Eye

I haven't been very current with my blog. Not much going on lately. Went to the Lost Film Festival tonight with Ambre and Shawn. I'd been looking forward to the films, but they turned out boring and corny and it made me so mad. Sat through an hour and a half of political propoganda. It was all youtube style video mashups, but for that one tin man film that won best short at Sundance. That was alright. It's hard to believe what passes for a traveling (and curated) film festival. Right now folks are watching Transformers in the living room, blaahhh. I have a hankering for ABFAB...

Erin and I were wearing red, beaded bracelets for a while to ward off the evil eye. I think it's a Ukrainian thing. But Erin must have made them wrong because we ended up on the receiving end of BAD LUCK. My theory is they didn't work because the spirits knew Erin wasn't really from the Old Country. The spirits are tricky like that, or something. So today I cut mine off and flushed it down the toilet. Bye bye bad luck.

Judy Garland is Amazing

Friend Survey: Erin Beal!

This is Erin Beal. She pretty much rules at playwriting. I like her because she furshur has the best sense of humor and she knows how to shop for cheap, but still look better than everyone else. Look for one of her plays this spring in The Laureate. It's about a crazed fat chick who's obsessed with Al Roker.

How do we know each other?
Got drunk and fucked.

What book have you pretended to read?
Oh my god! Umm... like everything. I mean, really. Most books.

What, or who, do you think is very pretentious?
Umm...pipes. Yeah.

Who do you think is a 10?
I dunno. I can always find something gross or unattractive about somebody.

What do you hope to be remembered for?
Writing something super.

Who do you like, I mean who do you like-like?
I mean, I could say...but I don't want it on the internet.

What is your favorite outfit?
My corduroy skinny jeans with my checkered shirt, and my purple cardi.

If you could have sex with any dead celebrity, who would it be?
Anna Nicole Smith! Wait, wait like their corpse?

What are you currently obsessed with?
Gay porn! Just kidding...Umm. Hating everyone.

What's one question you'd like to ask someone?
When's the last time you got a boner when you weren't supposed to?

Right Now...

I'm really into:

MAE WEST
television
remixes
chiaroscuro
buying clothes
Tibet
social sculpture
black magic
movies
kitsch
dreams
shapely calves

So, I feel like I should make a FIVE YEAR PLAN. How old am I? Really? But I can't shake the feeling. Anyhow, here's the gist of it:

1. Get a job.
2. Round out my portfolio.
3. Apply at CCS.
4. Move to Detroit.
5. Get a job.
6. Apply for the NYC studio program.
7. Move to New York.
8. Get a job.
9. Apply at FIT.
10. HOORAY!

X-MAS EVE

My cousins came into town last night and stayed over. They're Jewish and chic and beautiful. Everything I want to be. Well, I mean, I like being a boy. But otherwise they're just everything great. Ali does this thing where she wants everyone to be involved in her stuff, and by that I mean her material possessions. I feel like it's a star quality, like only really glamorous people do that.

She showed me her tees and sparkly leggings and neon handbag, but best of all was this M.I.A. jump-drive bracelet thing. It came with all this preloaded stuff: promo pictures, a music video, a making of the video, but the most genius part was a bunch of music files set-up so you could make your own remix to the song Boys. And I learned an important lesson: Jamaican dancers are hot and dress in the best vintage designer clothing.

Oh, and we watched Goodfellas into the wee hours. Everyone watch it if you haven't. Super soundtrack, georgeous dresses, amazing acting. It's a wow, especially on Christmas Eve.

Static Images

So I'm stuck at Gramma Lola's house for Christmas. It's a real bore. The train from Kalamazoo was like 4 hours late and there were some high-strung Rocky Horror fans sitting behind me singing "Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me" the whole way (and you know they've never been touch-a touch-a touched). They might have had one of those portable DVD players too, which always get on my nerves. But I'm sure it's just resentment.

I think I'm looking forward to seeing my therapist more than I'm looking forward to Christmas. My hair is too dry to deal with Christmas right now, and the only clean clothes I have are a ghetto-sized black sweatshirt and my (not so) trusty Cheap Mondays.

Actually, I have a bone to pick with Cheap Monday. My blue leggings-tight pair have stretch marks, and around the crotch of all places. This just isn't acceptable. I mean, I've lost a lot of weight, I'm down like 15 lbs, and still my jeans are stretched out and wrankly. Can you believe that? I guess I can. But I don't want to. It just isn't right. I believe in planned obsolesence and everything, but for a pair of jeans to not even last six months is ridic.

I'm watching Family Guy right now, O Blessed Television. Thank the Lord. But I really feel more tuned in to static images. I always watch a movie or TV show and find one frame I could stare at forever. Maybe it's the anticipation, but that's really just thinking about it too hard. I just like them. There's so many that really deserve to be put in galleries. You know, I'd be really happy if I could spend the rest of my life doing just that.

Oh! And P.S. or something: Now that I've seen Videodrome I have to say my dream is to become Brian O'Blivion. Television is the retina of the mind's eye. X X

Magic and Mystery

Went to Steak&Shake today with Calvin and Shawn. It was fun. Yeah, I haven't gotten out a lot lately. Maybe it's because I've been so busy pretending to be busy. I mean, if I didn't pretend about it I couldn't lie so well to my parents. I guess I could just cut out a step and start being busy busy. Real busy. Then I might get out more.

Everyone went to Jacob's too. A party at Jacob's. Eww. But I bet he wouldn't call it a party. He's the type who would call it a get-together. Because intellectuals have get-togethers and not parties. I just couldn't go. He makes me uncomfortable. It's all the down-talking and expensive bourbon. I wonder if he'll try to "discuss Hemingway."

I'm obsessed right now with this book I've read and reread a thousand times, Magic and Mystery in Tibet by Alexandra David-Neel. It's haunting, I guess. If that means anything. And it's old. It's not like one of those sappy Richard Gere kinda things, if you know what I mean.

Calvey wants a mix CD. I was gonna make it for his birthday, but my computer charger is done for. Someone remind me to call HP. Anyway, I'm still going to do it. On the potential list right now: Daft Punk, Captain Ahab, Concrete Blonde, Rick Ross. Any suggestions. Oh! And! Everyone tell Calvin to try out for the drag show. I have a great routine planned for him.