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1 week until Patty returns!

I am, if you can't tell, still completely discombobulated from my trip. I'm tired, stressed, and can't keep track of the day and time. It is getting better, but I'm working from a deficit.

Kali and I had a writing meeting last night wherein we Solve Lots of Shit and actually found a structure that Feels Like a Novel to someone other than us. On the other hand, this fucker is so intricate, that I fear it's going to take five years to write. Here's the thing though: I don't actually care. It's very, very good, and we will make it happen.

Meanwhile though, fuck five years -- we've got two weeks on Dogboy & Justine. And in that time need to raise ~~$1,670~~ $1,360. Can we do this? Yes we can. Erica and I are both doing a lot of off-line, or at least off-LJ outreach. But the fact is, it's do or die time.

I'll write more about the show later -- I owe you lots of thoughts about theater, about dominatrixes, about what we're trying to do and why. And here's the thing -- I know some of you are sick of hearing about this. It's not everyone's cup of tea, and even if it is, it's not in everyone's interest or ability to contribute to the cause. And you know what, that's fine. No, really. I expect not a thing from any particular individual. I merely expect that collectively, Erica and I and a lot of people we know will be able to pull this off. This isn't about guilt or hard feelings or thinking I deserve something other people don't -- and yeah, we've heard all of it and a lot of it that I'm sparing you.

Among other things, this project is about the fact that I want to do something because of the way my rich fantasy life -- and my insistence on bringing it into this world -- makes me ache. And I don't want to wait for permission that doesn't exist or an act of being chosen that's an adolescent daydream I've come to accept I'll never entirely outgrow (hey, I have a long commute, it happens). Art changes small worlds. Books saved my life. For years only imaginary people held my hand when the plane took off. Maybe this is something that matters. Maybe it's hubris. Probably, it's both. I won't ask forgiveness for it though; if people didn't think too much of themselves sometimes, nothing, nothing would ever get done.

Figment is a platform for young people to engage in social networking through and about fiction. Like this has never happened before ;)

If you're reading this journal, you already know this is true: bullies go digital.

Interesting and offensive editorial on the changing demographics of the supposed US culture war.

The circus will not be coming to Manhattan this spring. Because of the way animals are treated in circuses, this is probably a good thing. But as someone who once saw elephants parade through the streets of New York, at midnight, in the snow, and felt it was a symbol of a number of oddly nearly-achieved since and still in progress dreams, I'm really sad.

Sharing the Dakota with John Lennon. Someone I grew up with lived in the Dakota and heard the shot that killed him; we were in fifth grade.

1 borough, 5 generations.

My alma mater gets co-ed dorm rooms.

Please keep adding your stuff to the shopping post. Sales and donations have already been made because of it.

Sam responds to an email making the rounds about choosing how to donate your charity dollars. It is worth a read.

For those of you who followed along with the Sherlobster thing yesterday,