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About Me


Praemedia

I am somewhere on here .

there are two official biographies , as well as the blog , but it is much better to ask random questions of my official biographer or refer to the FAQ .

...but first, you must create an account and agree to the terms

or give up and distract yourself with these shiny baubles instead.

if you are feeling particularly generous, you could buy me something .

feeling a little down? perhaps you should pick up something for yourself .

My Interests

I'd like to meet:



....it is possible...

though unlikely.

My Blog

if you are looking for my rant

it has relocated to here.
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 17:14:00 GMT

fractured

A show with shudder on Friday night. Afterwards, we had too much Salvadoran food with Phillip, Jon and our new acquaintence Erik Friedlander (who played a wonderful solo cello set before our jarr...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 11:25:00 GMT

on the move

Last night, after dinner and preparing my laptop for my shows this weekend, I head over to Drew and Martin's. At their request, I read out loud from the latest Harry Potter book as they continued to p...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 10:20:00 GMT

outside

The book I am reading reminds me. Angela and I went to Stern Grove to see Os Mutantes. We were skeptical about the older, reformed group. We were wrong. It was wonderful and bizarre. I spent most of i...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 13:45:00 GMT

again

Goodnight Michelangelo.
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 10:05:00 GMT

a loss

goodnight Mr. Bergman.
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:12:00 GMT

wide-eyed

yesterday. on the way to Joe Colley's wonderful new shop, Issues. graffiti on the sidewalk reads, "brush my hair." later there is West African food at Lagosia Today I begin Tropical Truths: A Story of...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 17:14:00 GMT

haunted

That song still follows me. Before the San Francisco premiere of Tim Perkis' Noisy People I stopped by Amoeba. While leafing through the "experimental" section, Some girl behind me was singing Hurt. I...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 13:49:00 GMT

needle tears a hole

Woke up this morning with Johnny Cash's version of Hurt stuck in my head and it just keeps playing over and over again. It was played during an intermission at the sex workers' cabaret show we went to...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:06:00 GMT

vena cava size queen

In a conversation with Dacia last week, I remember one of the reasons why I overcame my own prejudices to begin this blog: to write. The act of writing things out. Something which used to be constant ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:57:00 GMT