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We watched about 10 hours of QaF last night and today. My brain is mushy. More than I realized. I adore Brian. Adore. And _not_ because he's an asshole That shit is funny, but it's not why the character (and the performance) compells me. I'll try to write cogently about it tomorrow. I came home and tried to do things, and have given it up for a largely lost cause, although there was some productivity.

I nabbed an audition I really wanted, have a casting tomorrow, got a bit of writing done (Descensus and otherwise) and some work. So yay.

I have new BPAL, measurements for a certain coat, and some Georgette Heyer on loan -- which is to say, whatever dignity I ever had, problem will soon be no more.

words I love

So the audition I have next week is for this: http://www.proto-type.org/audition.html and I _want_ it, because a) I love working at P.S. 122, and b) this seems uniquely suited both to my affect and interests. It may not work with my schedule, both because of other art on the burner and other things that are crazy important to me, but it's a moment to Make a Good Showing.

So, for the audition, I have to just bring a short text I really love -- doesn't have to be funny, or dramatic or tragic or anything. I just have to be really into it.

Current thoughts are:

- that thing about machines and self-awareness from the Sewell play, which is both relevant to this show, and is something I love, and is odd and hard to find an audition fit for.

- Valerie's letter from V for Vendetta, which I would bring without hesitation if the movie weren't recently released, which makes it unlikely I will bring it, but I wanted to mention it. I've always loved the cadence of it, more than anything. Note: I love letters. I love letters that can be performed.

- A passage from Arc d'X which I love, but always avoid because it's a) from a novel and b) about abuse (yawn yawn yawn), but has it's power not in content or emotion, but again, in the very precise rhythm and repetition of words. It's like a sestina in prose. Perhaps the answer here is not to use that passage, but a passage from a different Erickson book, where a young woman talks about how she could call the cats that howled in the Kansan fields to her. It's equally eerie, without being One Of Those Pieces.

- Something more brilliant than all of these that I just can't think of yet. Which is where all of you come in. What do I love? What do you love? What words have I, or you, or we forgotten?


Seperately, but speaking of Steve Erickson, Black Clock is finally actually taking submissions. It's a small, nearly petty goal, but I would love to see something of mine in that publication, and should perhaps start something with that in mind.


In other news, fucking McDonalds go see today.

gentrification

This will only make sense to the NY'ers, but there is now a Nice Guy Eddie's Uptown -- on 2nd and 111th.

Can we say, what the fucking fuck? Yes we can.

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We've had this convo before, about how HRC is lame. They badger me a billion times a day to renew my membership, to point that I sort of went off on them a few days ago (which was funny). At any rate, I feel like I should be putting my $35 or whatever a year towards some group fighting the legislative fight on queer issues, so who do you people support?