Friday, February 02, 2007

You ought to quit your whoring now

I saw this gem of a human being downtown today. He had set himself up on a busy street corner with his big, bright sign and proceeded to shout 'whore' at every woman who walked past. He barked someting at me about aids when I took his picture. Charming. In NY this would have lasted for about five minutes before someone gutted this guy like a fish and then painted the streets with his blood. I'm just saying.

The Solitude of Apartment 5

Recidivist Dinner Party

We had some pals over for a small, unofficial house warming the other night. While it was small and unofficial it involved seven pounds of salmon and a whole lot of stinky cheese. I wanted to steal Kevin's shirt. I mean, who wouldn't?

I have been reading Zak Sally's book Recidivist which is really pretty amazing. Zak is/was the bass player from Low, and his artwork is really incredible.

Last night I went to another Noir night at the Castro. It was good. I sat on the balcony, had a cocktail, watched the moive and then walked home through Buena Vista.

The view at night is really amazing, although it is like scaling a damn mountain. It wears a brother out.

I am very much looking forward to seeing friends in both Montreal and New York over the next few weeks. I have a hardcore show pre-arranged for me the night I arrive in Quebec and I am going to enjoy the hell out of both Lavagna and Blue Ribbon Sushi in NY. Those are maybe my two favorite restaurants that ever were. I plan to return home a rather robust man.