Saturday, October 15, 2005

fierce goddesses are unmarried.

the strangest thing i had to 'go through' in india was a strange time of fantisizing, almost sexually, about eating bagels. it got to the point where if someone interupted my daydream about biting into a bagel i would quickly end the conversation so i could go back to thinking about that dreamy hunk of a starch.

i can only imagine.

when i was in india i bought postcards and painstakingly filled them out in ways that i thought were interesting, considering the genre and its restrictions. i sent one to kevin's mom and relatives of mine that brought up the possibility that i was not in india and the whole thing was an elaborate ruse. why would i perpetrate such a ruse? why did houdini put himself in straight jackets? because he could and there may have been money to be made. the world is mysterious and so am i. but i swear i have not seen hide nor hair of those postcards since i mailed them from rajasthan. i can only imagine that as soon as i exited the "post office" they were set on fire.
well, now i can't remember what was so funny about them.

hot pink and the crazy colors

I'm glad I took this Women in Society class
because there is something i learned about myself that i never realized before which is how sexist kevin is.
the other day i came to bed and he asked me when i was gonna shave my armpits.
and i was like pssh when are you gonna shave yours, it's hair, man, it's natural i'm natural we're all friends here. and he was like yeah. but i have to sleep with you so if you wouldn't mind...
sexist.

so then i did and he was like you missed a spot.



kevin? sexist.


then he beat me at scrabble and it was soooo sexist because i did just as much work as he did but he got all the triple word shits and then all the points...just like in society...

it's just the big man keepin me down tellin me i'm not as good.

well...

and then the other day handsome and anne and me and denise were hangin and anytime one of us ladies would be saying something kevin and handsom would begin their own manversation. it was unbelievable.

i have a new favourite word. and lookout because i have yet to discover that kevin is heterosexist and/or racist.
so look for that.


Thursday, October 06, 2005

poem for my father

once
this one time
under the midday sun
while you and i were busy with city this and that
a blueberry rolled into the street
and nothing much happened to it there
but from the blueberry's perspective
it was hilarious.

Magicians and other phonies

magicians are the shadiest people in the world. shadier than thieves. don't believe me? if you ever wanna go to a society of magicians meeting, i will take you, and you will witness the strangest hen party known to man (well kind of known to man). they talk so much shit on each other's acts, it is insanity. they talk to each other, small talk magic, and at some point find something ideologically repugnant about the other's act. when the one walks away, the other gossips hard. sheesh, and they make up strange and unbelievable, often contradictory, histories for themselves. many of them double as clowns, freaks, or do children shows. so you'd think they'd be less judgemental.
i made out with one, once, and he had a deck of cards belt buckle. so that was weird. he liked sade and wanted to do an act to her smooth sounds. i like sade and all but it doesn't spell magic to me. but he could do a lotta cigarette and card tricks, and i have to admit, i was wooed somewhat. or a sucker. whichever. he played odd and only partially successful mind games with me. that's the thing about mind games, is if you know they're being played and how, they lose their potency. but it was kind of interesting, in a bald kind of way.
obviously, i became his assistant. he is a different kind of magician, though, he does street magic, which he sees as the only kind worth doing, the improv shit. he wanted me to pretend not to know him and then we would play off each other working the crowd for wows. no money (believe it or not assistants, if they know how much to ask for, i.e. are seasoned, b/c magicians are also scam artists, gets at least 100 bucks a show, for 15 mins of 'work'), but it sounded like fun. so i was enthusiastic. he calls me from time to time but i think he just wants to makeout again. we've never practiced or done the street thing.
recently, he has asked me to go to south america with him at an unspecified time and for an unspecified duration for the opening of an amusement park, for some reason he would perform there, all expenses paid. sounds great.
meanwhile, this other magician, pete, who i had heard from barry (i'm getting to him) is crazy enough to kill people, had asked me if i would work exclusively for him. of course i said yes. i think he's cool because he designs illusions, the contraptions, in addition to performing them. he was only adamant that i work ONLY FOR HIM and be willing to dance and be 'comfortable with my body', he was very big on this point, and stressed that he was selling sex as well as magic. he mentioned that he had heretofore been using strippers as assistants, but they often had drug or scheduling problems (same difference, am i right?). he does shows at clubs, or so he said, although i have never been to a club with a magic/ fire breathing show, but maybe i am out of that loop. i said i think i'm the sexiest thing around so i said i'm okay with that as long as i have creative control over my bit and get to learn magic. we planned an act over the phone and he said he'd be in touch so we could work out a practice schedule. so clearly i never heard from him again.
and then there's barry. who is younger than me and the protege of al lloyd who is known in the circle as a bird man and a heck of a magician. al was nice to me but doesn't really do shows anymore, when he does he does them with his wife. apparently assistants marry magicians, it is only natural, isn't it. so he hooked me up with barry at a magician's meeting, who invited me over to his apartment. now barry is a magician but...
will post second installment soon.
tired.