When I did the Teledildonics presentation, I had the joy of co-presenting with the dangerously cute (or cutely dangerous) members of Simnuke — we shared microphones, got drunk enough to slur, good times, people. I was sad I missed the Simnuke detonation, but there’s a great account of it here, and sexy alien from the…
Year: 2005
I’ll Call You Frank If I Can Be Dick
It was a “holiday in other people’s misery.” (at least when outside the sanctuary of London Boy’s house). And back, I seem to be busy as usual, but it’s not the kind of busy that’s resulting in income, which is something I’m going to have to give more serious thought (especially when the credit card…
Safe at home
But not on the computer until tomorrow. I’d like to formally thank my guardian spirits, at the very least for sending a drag queen to the airport to greet me to remind me about a) the important things in life, and b) why San Francisco is my spiritual and intellectual home. Okay, so the tall…
Waiting in Heathrow
It’s the little things about corporate culture I’m grateful for in situations like this; right now I’m sitting in Heathrow airport (London) suckiing up the wifi at the Starbucks. It’s about 8am here; 12am at home in San Francisco, and I’ve had about three hours of sleep. The transportation is so fucked here that it’s…
Safe In London, Part 3
On saturday night London Boy and I went to the Torture Garden party, after our day of walking around the tourists sights (and all the sirens, and the cops, and the trains being stopped for suspicious packages, etc.). The highlight of the day was a trip to Coco de Mer, which I think is pretty…
London calling
“London Calling” London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared, and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls London calling, now don’t look to us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain’t got no swing ‘Cept for the ring…
Life out of balance
Last night there was bomb threat half a block from the house and no one could go in or out of their houses. Today I got out and saw all the sights, but with cops everywhere, sirens literally every five minutes, I waited in line at an ATM and all these police cars and sirens…
Safe in London, part 2
First I want to thank everyone for emailng me and making sure I’m alright. Extra smooches to Coop and Ruth, who arrived in New York *right* after the WTC attacks. I’ll start with a few realizations. Realization #1: If I’d been on the earlier plane, I’d have been in the Underground in the wrong place…
Safe in London
It’s about 4pm here now in London, and I’ve arrived at London Boy’s house in safety; London was bombed shortly before my plane touched down. About the time I was getting off the plane, the officials were changing their story about a “power surge” in the Underground to state that there had been seven explosions…
Not Arrested, Just Swamped
The phone messages are getting more desperate, the emails impatient, my friends are giving up on me… I haven’t been arrested for anything, but my life has been so insane I’m off the map. And tomorrow I’ll literally be off the US map — I’ll be on a plane to London, where hopefully I’ll just…