The Secret Life of Antlered Girls

yay!
a home for my shutterbug habit!

this is after a 12 mile bike ride and discovery of abandoned stuff at 4am–he [porkchop] was doing a crabwalk on both third rail guards

my office holiday party 

sara and doze. both wonderful heroes of mine. www.woostercollective.com, www.dozegreen.com 

this is a pic from the wooster holiday party of me and ease that martha cooper took. go see his show at the new museum upstairs. it’s amazing. jenny holzer and basquiat and martha cooper have work downstairs! 

white pants mafia 

serafina is hotstuff 

all in one place (lit) one night only: james, ari, evan, asad, benjamin  

a box i saw this morning on elizabeth street 

Doze, His roommate Jimmy, his thespian girlfriend and their friend Gary in the pineapple at subtonic 

canadians are basically americans with a different pronunciation of the letter “o” and a delusion that they are better than americans because their governemtn isn’t as f’ed up as ours.
and so, i will drive tomorrow morning to canada with ma dukes in a zillion hour car ride, as we do every year.
good maple syrup. maybe […]

http://www.bitchmagazine.com/archives/12_04abortiontees/index.shtml

http://catholicaction.net/September20-2004.pdf

what a nice weekend. was a little too crazy, took lots of good pics though. i still can’t figure out how to put pics up on my blog. that would make all this a little easier to understand.
i’ll work on it.
anyway, one of the fun and great things i did was see vera drake. GO […]

whatever. check me and d4d out in this issue of i-D magazine. we’re in there as “political creative collective” across from miss erin krause, a lovely luminary who came to ohio with us. she looks great.
i’m also in glamour soon for some pro-choice stuff i’m up to, the ‘i’m not sorry’ project, an amazing […]

over the summer i turned some of the platitudes i write into stencils and stenciled them about. one of them was -
::::::::art reminds you of your daily humiliation::::::::::::
and
:::::::::::::corporate interests are a kind of novacaine. you wake from the stupor and the world’s mouth is full of blood::::::::::::::::::::::::::
last night i went to the wooster collective holiday […]

last night i had dinner with christian in cobble hill across the street from the old halcyon. pour one out for hal on smith street.
i wrote a poem.
i removed the poem because it just doesn’t fit anymore. email if you want to read it.

This is my first foray into blogging. I’m biting the lame bullet, or cannon, or whatever and jumping right in. Well, it’s good I suppose to have a place online to say things that matter to you that don’t require you to represent an organization or company. I’m eating vegan pizza right now at work […]