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April 30, 2010

 damn, it’s been a WHILE y’all. my bad!

i’ve been rambling up and down our great eastern seaboard, nearing the end with a purgatorial stint in Long Island to see my lovely sister Joanie.

so here’s a look and listen at some of the stuff i’ve been really diggin on since last we spoke!

This film is really interesting! Last year I read an autobiography called Mean Little Deaf Queer and the author spoke often about what she observed as levels acceptance and credibility within the deaf community, with the most credibility bestowed upon those who were born deaf from deaf parents, then those born deaf, then those who lost their hearing early in life, and finally those who lost their hearing as an adult. I think with many minority and oppressed groups, when people are being actively discriminated against and excluded, there is definitely a need to know who is in and who is out. Who is passing, and who is authentic? Who can we trust? For instance (not that it’s the same AT ALL) but in the black community, i’ve seen black people verbally cannibalize each other around issues of authenticity and have even been on the receiving end of that criticism (“why are you listening to that punk rock shit? you trying to be white?!”). In this movie, the decision to abstain from or install a cochlear implant ( a device that can be implanted in the skull to improve hearing in some folks) brought out some of the same issues- What will happen to our(deaf) culture, our means of survival,  as a result of this new technology?

A great film- check it out!


 So anyone who knows my healthy lust for comics knows i’ve got it reaaalllll bad for Ms Lynda Barry. Ms Barry, if you’re reading this, I LOVE YOU!

Well, I got a chance to read One! Hundred! Demons! while I was visiting my doo-dad’s in south florida and who-doggy is it wonderful 🙂 I don’t partifularly care for descriptive phrases like “slice of life”, “feel good”, “gives a warm and fuzzy feeling”, or adjectives like “wholesome” and “touching” that are used way too often in service of really trite books and films… but Lynda’s books  really do make me feel good and give me a warm and fuzzy feeling! So maybe instead of wholesome, i will just say that the characters and stories she shares with all of her lucky readers as fully and transparently human and blow a big air kiss to the lady who makes it all happen. Thanks a bunch, Lynda!


I must have really been sleeping to miss this when it came out, but I just saw it and I can’t say enough great things about it-

Trouble the Water follows the lives of several New Orleans  residents pre/during/post deluge using some pretty shocking camcorder footage taken of the Lower 9th ward (the area affected the most by hurrican Katrina and the subsequent levee failure). Watch, learn, and support!


i’ve also been worshipping daily at the throne of Ms Georgia Anne Muldrow, the unstoppable Oakland singer/producer/goddess!!! She used to be on Stones Throw, but I believe she’s got her own label now, Someothaship. She’s got a new album dropping really soon, but in the meantime, nibble on some of my favorite tracks from another of her offerings, Umsindo

Stay up!






stuff I dug on this past week

October 22, 2009

“This graphic novel by writer Mat Johnson and artist Warren Pleece is a historical thriller set during the Harlem Renaissance of early last century. Our protagonist, Zane Pinchback, is a young journalist, a black man who, pale enough to pass for white, sometimes leaves New York to go undercover in the Deep South and investigate and document lynchings. So: He’s an intrepid young journalist, one lucky enough (so far) to have escaped violent situations without coming athwart a noose himself. This story’s about what happens when Pinchback tries to uncover the tangle of death-stained secrets that have landed his older brother in jail for a murder he didn’t commit, way down in the crackery sticks of Mississippi.

Pinchback’s character was inspired by real-life “incognegro” (and former head of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) Walter White, and this lends credibility to an idea that might seem too outlandish”

Austin Book Review


Could definitely use more negroes, but worth breezing through.


and then

Really amazing books, especially if you would like to know more about the Bosnia-Serb conflict in Eastern Bosnia. Sometimes I want to kick him in the balls as a journalist, but the artwork is superb and there’s still lots of useful facts and incredibly compelling anecdotes. Definitely worth it.


yes! Alessandro Nivola can get it. matter of fact, it’s his.



“As dictatorship crumbles in Latin America, a mysterious Chilean man turns up in a seaside town in Uruguay. As she investigates the stranger’s past, a lawyer learns that he is a biochemical engineer who secretly worked for Pinochet and uncovers a dark secret that involves her family”

BAM writeup


“Not so much a memoir as a valuable historical document, Deogratias: A Tale of Rwanda, written and illustrated by Stassen, provides a beautiful but harrowing reading experience. It follows the grin fate of a boy trapped in the midst of the Rwandan genocide, putting the violence into narrow focus by showing its devastating effects on just one young life. The lust, saturated beauty of Stassen’s artwork provides a stark contrast with the brutal world he’s recording.”





really REALLY great!




“This touching, compassionate, ultimately humorous story explores the heart of a failing writer who’s coming off a doomed romance and searching for hope. Unfortunately, the first place his search takes him is the bottom of a bottle as he careens from one off-kilter encounter to another in search of himself.”

The New York Times


Blankets is an ambitious work, to say the least. Though there is really no shortage of autobiographical graphic novels available now, Thompson’s painful, funny, sometimes surreal story is second to none. Beginning with Thompson in his youth and continuing through his maturity toward adulthood, the novel chronicles the irreversible emotional scars left by his devoutly Christian parents, his love/hate relationship with his younger brother (which are among the most humorous and touching passages to be found anywhere), his first love, and the gradual decline and eventual loss of his faith.”


“The starkly told story of a crucial figure in Canada’s history–yet one whom most Americans have probably never heard of. It’s a credit to Brown’s plainspoken artistry and flair for narrative that it’s a page-turner till the end.”–The Boston Phoenix




‘A quietly moving graphic novel explores a teen girl’s experience with friends, suicide, cliques and love. Both overweight and of mixed ethnicities, Kimberly Keiko Cameron-also known as “Skim” because “she’s not”-is slowly moving through high school with her best friend Lisa. Both sharply witty and incisive, the two girls dabble in various forms of self-expression and exploration, like dressing with Gothic flair and trying Wicca. The two girls come to an impasse when Lisa gets an unexpected chance to join the popular clique. Coupled with her tumultuous friendship, Skim also harbors a crush on a female teacher, which leads her to begin to question herself and her desires.”

Kirkus Reviews


books/films/music/events i’ve enjoyed this week

October 8, 2009


“First, we know that West Africans, who are the peoples most modern scholarship has cited as contributing almost 85 per cent of the slaves finally brought to the United States, did not sing the blues. Undoubtedly, none of the African prisoners broke out into St James Infirmary the minute the first of them was herded off the ship”



I saw this at BAM with a panel moderated by Micheal Pollan.



Here’s a link to him reading an excerpt. Super interesting stuff.

I met this dude at Bluestockings a few months back and really like the copy of this book I picked up. He also wrote a book about muslim punks called The Taqwacores.



Mauvais Sang

sometimes the monologues are a bore, but altogether, quite enjoyable.



read this whole thing listening to Harry Partch’s Delusion of the Furies.


Fear X


tonight I am going to see Ninotchka

later, gators!

fancy feet.

October 8, 2009

Natural charisma and charms aside, making money in ny has not been easy for ya girl. As most of you know, I moved up here in June with a few dollars saved from slavin’ and dreams of a better (or at least more exciting) life. Well, be careful what you wish for.

Those few saved dollars evaporated by the end of the summer despite my phD in penny pinching, so with few other immediate options for proper work in sight, I set out hustlin’.

I’ve worked on a steamboat (the oldest in the U.S.), interviewed with dungeons (most notably, the dungeon of mistress Jasmine (, done some nude life modeling, handed out flyers, scouted out restrooms with baby changing stations in BK for 5$ a pop and more, mostly for peanuts.

I discovered my most glorious and lucrative hustle when I began my work with Harry the Footman.

I responded to an ad in the Gigs section on craigslist looking for ladies with large feet, the bigger the feet, the better the pay. Naturally, I gave it a go.

A few hours later I received an email:

Hi guys, here’s my standard informational e-mail. It’s a bit long but I like to spell everything out upfront. This is actually an extremely easy gig requiring that you just sit around for 15 minutes. Take a look and let me know if you want to sit for me; thanks either way.

I am not a professional photographer — the video segment is for my personal portfolio. The video shoot would be done in a public place, and that is how we would meet as well — in public.

We would meet, you would put your bare feet up and cross your ankles, and I would sit below you and videotape you (with the soles of your feet in the foreground) for 15 minutes while you hang out, talk on your cellphone, whatever. I shoot the segments pretty discreetly, I even put a booklet over my camcorder so the gig does not draw much attention.

It’s the soles of your feet that are photographed, so the condition of them is what’s important, rather than the tops of your feet, which are not in the filming at all. They should be smooth without callouses, corns, bunions or dead skin.

After 15 minutes (my camcorder has a timer so I know when the time is up), I would stop shooting video, pay you $80 (unless you are definitely size 11+, which is $120) and we would each go on our way. You would wear casual clothes — no special outfits, etc. No skirts or short dresses because you have your feet up.

If this sounds like an interesting gig for you, let me know and we will arrange to meet up sometime. As you can see, it requires virtually nothing of you, and is of brief duration. I am a very mellow and lowkey person, so the shoots are usually pretty easy affairs. Whether you are interested or not, thanks for your inquiry! (If I don’t hear back from you I will assume you are giving it a pass, and I will not contact you further.)

Good enough. So i meet up with him the next day, prop up my tootsies. The shoot is over before I can even crack my Love & Rockets open good and i’m beaming down the platform fingering the 6 crisp twenties lining my pocket.

I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with my feet growing up. I grew quite a bit in a short amount of time and having long thin feet (and ne’er any cash) prohibited me from ever wearing any “girl” shoes. Plus, I always grew up in the country where large feet on women always seemed a cause for derision and embarassment.

After our second shoot, Harry sent me an email:

It was so nice to see you again.

Also, it’s no exaggeration to say that your feet are essentially
perfect — absolutely flawless in their beauty. I’ve done this quite
a lot and i can only think of one or two models whose feet are as
beautiful as yours, none whose feet are more beautiful. So I
appreciate it that you’re willing to sit for me.

Another billfold.

He only shoots models three times and my last date was approaching fast but not fast enough as I October found me broker than a broke dick dog. We arranged the date, and despite the cold, I scammed my metrocard-less ass down to the park for our coup de gras. To my dismay, when I arrived to the rendezvous point, my soles were totally filthy from walking around my house (crust crust crust) and lily white with ash. I sank behind my comic and ruminated on the less than glorious end of my up and coming foot fetish stardom.

Surprisingly, the next day I received an email:
I am so lucky that you responded to my message. Of course you’re very
pretty, have a sweet and gentle face, and are very easy to work with.
But those feet! They are, in a word, perfect. So long, so
beautifully shaped! As a guy who thinks feet are cute, if i was asked
to design the perfect feet, i don’t think i could make feet as pretty
and attractive as yours actually are.

I guarantee that if you go to Bryant Park on a lovely late spring day
and put your feet up like that you will soon attract an audience of

I know this is just a gig for the models, and i’m sorry to go on like
this, but you really are magnificent!

Thanks for working with me. These segments are magical.

Wow, this fella loves feet! Amazingly enough, Harry’s praise of my feet inspired an entirely new acceptance and appreciation of them. I’m working on the rest

on the stroll…

October 8, 2009