Archive for March, 2008

Monday, March 31st, 2008

If you live in Manhattan, my new feature film “Valse Sentimentale” is playing at the MOMA on Monday March 31 at 6:15pm and at the Walter Reade Theater at Lincoln Center, on Tuesday April 1st at 8:45pm.

details on the screenings:
MOMA+Lincoln Center

—> trail0r

amateur poseurs

Monday, March 31st, 2008

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

i discovered that the snail I stepped on and left for dead survived, sans shell and is now crawling up my window drinking rain. What will it do? Will it grow a new shell?

there’s a party tonight. shall I go? so much work tomorrow and the day aftah.

what to do..

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

“Valse Sentimentale” is playing at the MOMA on Monday March 31 at 6:15pm
and at the Walter Reade Theater at Lincoln Center, on Tuesday April 1st at 8:45pm.

—-> details

[i.e. intimacy]

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

spammers are poets.

Monday, March 24th, 2008

There are parents and then, there are my parents. Mes Anges.

Friday, March 21st, 2008

getting ready to go out
Friday night, pff
when.. Gaslight (1944) was announced on TCM
hey screw the outing
Cukor! Ingrid! 1944! the yay

will sauté mushrooms.
oooh what a gorgeous picture.

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

chores, errands, chores, chores, errands, chores, errands, errands errands, chores.
up as early as 8am, the day is still not long enough
what load can a retard handle
before throwing the towel in
ordering pizza and fries
procrastinating, after all tomorrow’s another day.

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

i’ve been listening to the 1983 Metropolitan Opera 100th anniversary gala staging
of “The Presentation of the Rose” from the “Der Rosenkavalier”
thank you Richards Bluesteins
very very addictive stuffs
i put my hand on my hip
when i dip
you dip
we dip
another hair and costume fitting tonight
i start shooting april 1st
is it st patrick’s day? how distasteful.
simultaneously working on 4 projects gives you the gasses
i can never disrespect anyone who can make things with their hands

Monday, March 17th, 2008

drugged and groggy
and having suffered two injections
administered by my nervous hand
[with affected confidence]
Souppy seems to be recovering,
not coughing anymore.

she thanks all the good friends who wished her well
in her little bout with pneumonia.

Sunday, March 16th, 2008

ΛΟΛς “..he looks like Borat’s emo aunt..” hhhsshshaha

Friday, March 14th, 2008

second visit to the vet was equally dramatic, it would be, never is not
25 minutes under the rude noon sun to find a taxi
[all their mothers suck cock in hell, did you know? true fact, that]
got there late, vet was grumpy
stuck the confounded thermometer up Souppy’s poopy
[Souppy-Doc: 1-0]
i apologized profusely
he wasn’t gracious about it
stuck another 3 injections in her, she balled.

her temp was just a tad lower than yesterday
gave me two injections that am to administer over the weekend
[OY VEY!!!!!!!]

prescribed syrup, rice water and tea.

we got home, Souppy took a bath,
ate treats
and is now a very Sad Souppy.

and I is a very sad Yatapapa.

Thursday, March 13th, 2008

[beautiful eyes courtesy of bai ling]

Thursday, March 13th, 2008

the good doctah shoved a big thermometer up poor Souppy’s pooper
and announced that she had a temperature.
‘but isn’t it cancer, doctah?’ i whimpered.
‘not as i see it’ he yawned
‘but she coughs like a mad woman’ i insisteds
‘as one does, when one has a cold’ he offereds
‘SAVE MY BABY DOCTAAH’ I wanted to yelps
‘I see’ is what I mumbled insteads.

he stabbed her with 3 injections [she cried], prescribed pills and we have to see him again tomorrow.
I did ask him if she could have possiblAy swallowed a Blythe shoe or sommit
and she now coughs, trying to dislodge it from inside her. He didn’t think so.

when we got home, it was time for big rewards; Souppy was presented with fresh salmon and the tunas.
she of course inhaled everything and passed out in sleep. that’s my girl. *proud fathah*


Souppy is in your calendar, re-arranging your appointments.

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

Souppy, my 10 year old tabby cat is gravely ill. I don’t know how to deal with this. My crazy, fat baby might pass away. Pets do. Other people’s dearly beloved pets die so I guess, why not mine too?
I really don’t care about people like I do about animals, it’s suddenly very clear.

I feel like as if I’m about to get brutally beaten up//

Friday, March 7th, 2008

the noon sun is
so rude, RUDE.
my senses are being raped by the noon sun.

i bought a hyacinth plant from the local ghetto super market.
seduced me on the checkout line.

now let’s all go to re-pot it.
under the RUDE noon suns.

Friday, March 7th, 2008

my kingdom for some peanut butter pretzels.
and I finally need to try a cornDAWG dammits.

you can’t get decent help these days.

Friday, March 7th, 2008

[Tourette’s Syndrome day.]
Can’t stand my cleaning lady [of 8 years].
she totally ruins my Friday mornings.
and noway in hell am I leaving her alone in the apartment
and bail.
she needs [brutal] encouragement, otherwise she slacks off.
fucking albanians, lazy, unaccommodating people.

i just got the ad I did for the aids campaign

in other news, Parisian girls are the ultimate.

i did something I can’t tell. It involved a friend, money and a girl from Ukraine. But I can’t say. No, stop twisting my arm.

and lastly:

Rehearsals are going very well,
did a few shoots for mags,
hung out with L, S, Y, A, F.
Much stress regarding the ***** ******.

[/Tourette’s Syndrome day.]

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Saturday, March 1st, 2008