karma row: stigma and “mental illness”

I’ve been thinking about all the attention Robin Williams’ suicide has garnered, how the continued stigma of mental illness recalls attitudes toward gay people not so long ago. There is the same proclivity to make what we don’t understand, what we irrationally fear might contaminate us, so “other” as to be perverse, and so perverse […]



rock my world: two of my favorite broads

All it took was this song to make me fall head over heels for La Lupe’s voice, and the way she used it, her manic pacing, always ahead of the band, her growling and mewling. She reminds me of another great favorite of mine, Betty Davis, who I was so obsessed with for a while […]

vignettes of the nite LVVI: biker madness

I have always been biker friendly, my brother owned them, I’ve had bfs who’ve rode, and a few friends. I would love to have a small bike some day. Still,  I cannot take the second summer of a new noise nitemare in my neighboorhood that some club nearby has wrought. They run in circles around Greenpoint and East […]



vignettes of the nite LVV: “no wave skank goddess” on food

I’m on a cooking binge these days, grilling and stove. Made this tasty mushroom, lentil, quinoa, carrot, celery dish, close to this Martha Stewart recipe but with rosemary and some of Trader Joe’s garlic and eggplant dip mixed in.  Improv-style. Delish! A bit heavy for summer I suppose but it can be eaten cold (or […]

vignettes of the nite LVIV: desktop noise

Here are images soon to be “garbage” as I’m cleaning up the desktop again. Does anyone else clutter it with images they like, or come across, and don’t know what to do with if they don’t make it into any “file” of research related work? Oh well, somehow I must want to possess them, or some part of […]



vignettes of the nite: LVIII

“By just presenting rambling Ondine or National Velvet as isolated, spoiled fruits, stripping away their connections to personal drama or outside world, and by languidly exposing jig-acting situations (tangled bodies on a mattress, gargantuan make-up scenes, a crazy telephone scene with a witchlike gypsy, her maddening horsey smile flashing on and off like a neon […]