technical difficulties

There have been sporadic outages on my site over the past month or two. I'm officially fed up with my web hosting company so I'm going to transfer my domain and hosting services to another more reliable company. The process may knock me offline for a few days so please stand by while all the kinks are worked out.

Thanks!

give me the whip

I am positively giddy with anticipation today. Behold!

I'm going to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull at the storied Ziegfeld Theater tonight and I cannot wait. I'm practically pissing myself with excitement. Or maybe it's just the 20-ounce coffee I drank earlier kicking in... Either way, I'm so excited. Stay tuned for a review.

if i had a photograph of you...

Two things...

1) Please check out Brooklyn Museum's Click! A Crowd-Curated Exhibition. My good friend Supah submitted a really compelling photograph. Here's more info about this really cool project:

Click! is an exhibition in three consecutive parts. It begins with an open call—artists are asked to electronically submit a work of photography that responds to the exhibition's theme, "Changing Faces of Brooklyn," along with an artist statement.

After the conclusion of the open call, an online forum opens for audience evaluation of all submissions; as in other juried exhibitions, all works will be anonymous. As part of the evaluation, each visitor answers a series of questions about his/her knowledge of art and perceived expertise.

Click! culminates in an exhibition at the Museum, where the artworks are installed according to their relative ranking from the juried process. Visitors will also be able to see how different groups within the crowd evaluated the same works of art. The results will be analyzed and discussed by experts in the fields of art, online communities, and crowd theory.

Please visit the Brooklyn Museum's site for more information.

2) A couple of my photos have been made it into the Schmap East Coast Guide:

:: Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade:

:: Maryland Science Center:

Okay, I lied... three things...

3. My photos from last year's Dyke March are now featured on the NYC Dyke March website. There's a chance some of them might be published in Curve Magazine too. Not 100% sure about the latter but it's still nice to be considered. I'll brag, er, let you all know if they made the cut.

Thanks for listening.

get the fucking chalk! put me on the board!

The Tiny Wee Studio has become a heavily-trafficked area in the past two weeks. It started the day after I officially gave my landlord notice that I wasn't renewing my lease. In recent days, would-be renters have been tramping through my home one after another. It's prime season for July 1 move-ins, you see.

I really should get a commission from my landlord because I've been here to answer questions for a few of the interested parties. We've discussed noise level, heat, amenities, transportation, etc. No one has asked me about m-i-c-e yet so I haven't volunteered that information. If they do, perhaps I should direct them here. Or here. Or here. Or not.

I just showed the apartment to a young guy who brought his mother and his aunt. They were all just lovely. In fact, his mama and I share the same first name. They all loved the way I arranged my furniture in such a cramped space. It's a compliment I've received a lot in the past few weeks. I think I missed my calling small space decorating. In fact, one of the stupid-ass realtors was practically giving my furniture away. Items she thought were up for grabs: My Adult Bunk Bed, a full-size mirror and a three-door storage cabinet. Girlfriend wants a commission so bad, she's willing to offer up anything that isn't nailed down. Au contraire, beeyotch.

So I think the Tiny Wee Studio may have a new occupant. The guy called the super while still in my apartment and told him to draw up the papers. With any luck, he'll be offered a lease and I will no longer have to let all these greedy realtors and their clients into my home. On the positive side, my apartment has never been more spotless. I leave it in tip-top shape every day before leaving for work because God forbid perfect strangers think me a slob.

Although one day, much to my horror, I came home and discovered that I left my big ol' padded bra hanging from a hook on the bathroom door. Here's how I looked in that moment:

Oh, the shame.

But hey, it could have been worse... I could have accidentally left out my fun-filled goody bag from Babeland. However, after this experience, I tend to be a bit more careful about such things.

Mark my words: My father and Beebo Brinker shall never almost meet again.

pass the tissues

Maybe it's the PMS, but this story has turned me into a complete puddle. If you need a lift -- and a good, cleansing cry -- please read it.

(via Dorothy Surrenders)