HEALTHKICK.

I just had a beer for dinner. Lalalalalalalalaaaa.

Tomorrow will be a big day because I will be attending my first ever auction at Christie's on behalf of an employer. It is going to be off the chain, the people watching will be prime, and I hope there will be refreshments. Do they get people a little toasty before the bidding begins?

GOD I hope so.

What ever am I going to wear? Maybe a unitard.

FUN-DA-MENTAL.

My good friend, Adam Marcus, just had this piece published by Museo Magazine online about the Mormons in El Dorado, Texas. It is super, I am turbo proud of him, and he is going to expand upon the article to write a book so if y'all know a publisher you best let me know pronto. And if you think I'm joking, I'm not. This is, like, the one time I am actually being serious on my blog...except for the time I wrote about how Beyonce's armpits scare the beejesus out of me. Because they really, really do.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! MY EYES!!!!!

If any of my readers are Mormons/FLDSers, don't take offense. We love you. This just goes to show we are 2x's as in 2 U as U R in 2 us.

ZION ON THE PRAIRIE

essay by Adam Marcus

If you drive northeast of the tiny town of Eldorado, Texas (pop. 2,000) on Schleicher County Road 300, there isn’t much to see, save the occasional oil well and the limitless, low-lying brush of the dry landscape. But four miles or so out of town, as the calm monotony of west Texas ranch country begins to set in, you’ll come upon an unmarked, padlocked gate, initially indistinguishable from those found at countless other dusty turnoffs along the road. This one is different, though: in the distance, far beyond the wire mesh fence, a collection of buildings, anchored by a prominent white structure, conspicuously rises like a mirage from the otherwise vacant prairie. An agricultural complex, you might think, or perhaps some kind of industrial park. But no: inside the gate lies the site of the most recent chapter of America’s history of confrontation between fundamentalist religion and organized democracy. The gate itself represents nothing less than the front line in the enduring battle over the power of the state to interfere in private religious affairs, an unresolved conflict that, in many ways, is written into this country’s DNA. It’s a complex story of migration, polygamy, alleged pedophilia, vast sums of money, and of course, great controversy. But perhaps more than anything, it’s a story of one of the most radical and compelling utopian experiments in recent American history.

http://www.museomagazine.com for the rest....

PUBLIC EAVESDROPPING.

"You can have someone come over, have sex, and kill you."


- A 60-something-year-old woman walking with her 2 friends in front of my apartment last night

GENIUSHEEP.

My friend Wrenndolyn sent me this. It is just beyond cool. I love that people in the world are doing these sorts of things.

TIME OUT.

My personal time out this past weekend was faboolous. I stayed in on Friday night, made Guacamole (I'm really into avocados right now) and watched "The Reader." Woke up Saturday, stayed in my jammies until about 2:00pm, did some correspondence, hit the gym, went and had an afternoon dessert and coffee with my roomie then headed off to Brooklyn for dinner with my sister, Sanchez, The Fresh Prince, and D-Money. Sunday was complete with writing some more of my one woman show and lounging around.

It was so stellar. And I am so well rested. Huzzah!

I have been rather deliquent with getting my St. Patrick's Day Parade photos posted, but it will happen. I promise. And they will be worth the wait.

In the meantime, watch this:

HAPPY FRIDAY.

I am glad it is Friday. I woke up this morning to go to an 8:00am spin class and it was SNOWING.

WTF NEW YORK? It was like summer on Tuesday and then today turned into grossness. I guess Tuesday was just because of the luck of the Irish. Or global warming. Who knows.

Anyways, my spin class totes made my day because there was a 60+ year old woman weighing about 80lbs, who had obviously had about 13 face lifts, wearing skin tight white spandex. She did expressive arm movements the entire class, basically was dancing on her bike, and put on a big fur hat during the cool down. The room was like 105 degrees and there was Grandma Twiggy in her Dr. Zhivago headgear. Stellar.

This weekend I will be continuing my theme of rest and relaxation. Although I have been a busy bee, per the usual, I have been getting to bed early and feeling good. There is always so much to do here in the Big Apple that sometimes you just need to sit around and do nothing at all.

Of course, doing nothing at all for me usually lasts about 15 minutes because I get too bored, but sitting around for a little bit will be GREAT.

Happy weekend, y'allz.

AMEN?

For some reason I am getting spam to one of my email addresses from an 

ONLINE CHRISTIAN DATING SERVICE.  

How did that happen?  They have no idea who they are emailing that to.  I start laughing every time one arrives in my Spam Inbox.  They make my day.

A to the Men!

P.S. The parade yesterday was off the hook.  I have numerous photos and need to find the time to upload them and add appropriate commentary.  Let's just say there was a ton of spandex, crushed velvet, and awkward teenagers in marching bands and kilts.

And hot cops.  To quote one of my bosses, "Get your little green ass down there and find yourself a cute man!  There are tons of them!  Just reach out and take one!"

I opted to watch from the sidelines and was in bed by 10:00pm, but still had a glorious time.