Sequestered in the house by the weird flood weather we're having in New York. Not blogging so much these days--honestly I think it might be that I got cable. Slightly pathetic, but do you have any idea how amazing Miami Vice reruns are? I am not kidding. The ur-male-melodrama. Twin Peaks would not have been possible without it--I never really understood that lineage before.
There was an episode last week guest-starring, again, I am totally serious, James Brown and Chris Rock and a bunch of alien abductees and the worst visual effects ever, involving James Brown's pompadour floating in the Miami sky, but with the face of Crockett & Tubbs's coworker who is getting abducted sort of pasted into the hair, like when you stick your face into the board with the hole and the charlie brown painting at the state fair. Guys in suits with dark glasses and close haircuts popping up and stealing things=the government coverup angle. It's all there, we didn't even need the early nineties.
I'm brewing up something with the next books, and a couple of new classes with a focus more on getting the art out there and taking up space, power, and income as women artists rather than getting the books picture picture perfect. Also a weekly thang somewhere else on the internet but I will let you know when we launch that this week or next. Very naughty and very fun.
Something is really, really shifting--it's time for the women just to stop tiptoeing around and really step up to the plate. We have all the tools we need to be happy and to not give authority to creepazoid narcissistic freaks: when are we going to do that? Now. But you already know that.