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http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/12/arts/12rich.html?oref=login&8hpib
The Plot Against Sex
"Elsewhere in "Kinsey," we watch desperate students pepper their professor with a series of uninformed questions: "Can too much sex cause cancer? Does suppressing sex lead to stuttering? Does too much masturbation cause premature ejaculation?" Though that sequence takes place in 1939, you can turn on CNN in December 2004 and watch Genevieve Wood of the Family Research Council repeatedly refuse - five times, according to the transcript - to disown the idea that masturbation can cause pregnancy."

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Meanwhile, things continue apace. I still don't have my bank account back, but they said 24 to 72 hours, and it's only been 25 hours, so just because Citibank didn't meet my irrational optimism is no reason to panic. Hopefully informative and positive meeting at work later, and other things sorting out. But it's all so bloody uncomfortable.

it's an interesting feeling...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/features/story/0,11710,1369643,00.html?gusrc=rss
President Bush wants 'pro-homosexual' drama banned. Gary Taylor meets the politician in charge of making it happen

Normally I'm used to feeling general Constitution-based outrage, or intellectually-based outrage, or "my people"-based outrage. But despite all the NEA wars, this is my first moment of utter art-based horror.

I fear for my ability to do what I want to do, and it's got nothing to do with my skill.

Read tihs article if you care about any type of art or literature at all. So frightening.

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In other news, I just got my BPAL order from months ago (pre-crisis), and it came with LOTS of samples -- I now have Aunt Caroline's Joy Mojo, Dragon's Tears, Baba Yaga, Dracul, Kabuki, Blood Amber, and perhaps most amusing to me, Juliet.

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Can we all give me a bit of good thoughts for my bank account being back under my control tomorrow?

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Work was pretty decent today, although I felt like I got nothing done. Good money promises (which I'll belive when I see), and real committments in terms of my future there (_not_ that it's a career, but it's a wacy situation that I'd lie to have solidly under me until I'm able to be fully-supported by my creative work.

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To return to the first segment of this post, when I went off to college, I entertained a lot of fantasies about what my roommate would be like. Perhaps she would be from a small town, and I would be cool, and sophisticated, and we could be great friends. Maybe she would ask me, what it was like to be from where I am. It didn't turn out that way, but that's not part of this story.

I find myself having similar but less naive and arrogant thoughts about the studio program in Sydney. What will they be like? Will I be the oldest? Will it amuse them at all that I'm from New York? Hopefully they'll want to be friends. But mostly I wonder if they're going to ask me the question I perhaps most need to hear, "What's it like to watch the errosion from afar?"

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Ooooo! Cate Blanchett in Hedda Gabler at BAM in 2006!