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I got the bike back from the shop yesterday so I wouldn’t have to continue paying daily storage fees. It drives find but it feels wonky because the levers and handlebar are all warped. Very fixable. I’m still thrilled to have it back with me and see that it’s running. Even if it did just snow last night and today...
Team Gina played Backroads this Friday. Unlike most SF acts, they started on time. Choice line of the evening: “Uh, huh, you know what I like? The rough strong hands of a big butch dyke” They’re probably the most accessible band I’ve seen in Santa Fe in ages. They hung out afterwards and ate some pizza, talked with people. Afterwards I went to the local alternative dance party, Bent. I haven’t seen that kind of a mix of people shaking and enjoying themselves since the Paramount days. DJ Loco was on as usual and DJ Miss Ginger actually had it going without putting on that dance floor clearing soul funk. Frikkin’ fabulous.
I met someone named…ok…I’m not going to say it so as not to offend but I’ve met so many dykes in this town who have taken the name of various unattractive inanimate object. WTF? Examples of a good name: Hotrod. Example of a bad name: Stump. See what I mean? Anyway. The same could almost be said for the string of dance parties in this town: Lava Lips, Elixer, U-Haul, Bent. Sigh. With the exception of ‘Flirt’ these are all pretty ridiculous yet predictable names. Why don’t you just call it a night and say it’s hot?
Flexion was this weekend. It’s a performance by local artists on stilts and a 30 foot tress. Who would have thought of mixing the two? An aussie of course. It was very good, mesmerizing. It was like the love child of Mad Max and Cirque Du Soleil (what else do you expect from an aussie?). In fact, I really think there should be an actually love child from those two productions. Just like Morrissey and David Byrne should do an album.
I notice I get completely distracts me from the overall impression of such performances, from being swept up in what they are attempting to evoke because I single out the performers who are doing what I find most interesting and try to analyze exactly how they are doing their tricks and moves. Oh well. I’m no natural echo but I’d obviously like to be.
Also? Sunday to ABQ. Ate about 2 pounds of meat over 2 ½ hours at Tucanos. I even ended up getting a free desert! Oh my god I love that place <drool>. Complete stomach distension. Which was great for when we went to Buffalo Exchange to try and find Churl a pair of docs (she did find a sweet pair). I got distracted by a very puffy rabbit fur coat. Mmmm fur. In the end I got me some dress/button down shirts. The best of my lot is a 3/4 sleeve organic cotton rainbow country shirt, women's cut with little metal skull buttons. I’ve decided to wear less t-shirts and more of these type of shirts. Let’s face it- they look better and last longer. This does not mean, of course, I am getting rid of my undershirts.
last modified Jan 31, 2007 at 16:27
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