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I’ve got one. It’s the “Blue” card. You know, the pretty American Express card that is transparent, with little silver sparkles on it, and the mysterious holographic square in the middle. Well, yesterday, when I tried to use it at, of all places a Shakey’s Pizza, I couldn’t. And I said to the waitress, “You don’t take American Express? That is so gay”. But, of course, I meant ‘gay, meaning ’stupid’, not ‘gay’ meaning ’second-class-citizen-unfit-for-marriage-in-the-state-of-California’. That was when the light went on, and I thought back to a trip I took where the cheap hotel I was staying at wouldn’t take the Amex as collateral for the room I was renting. That’s when I realized that this card really is GAY. And it’s gay, not because it has sparkles on the front, or because it’s fashiony and mysterious. It’s not even because the card is favored by Beyoncé and Ellen Degeneres. It’s gay because it’s not accepted everywhere, and even if I could, I wouldn’t leave home without it.

I cannot believe it this year is whizzing by fast, and all the faster, because we’ve a week until Jamie and I and our five favorite dancers in the whole wide world are putting on another exploration of those haphazard communities that form the minute you leave your house. Last year, we did a piece about public restrooms, in which we showed the world that if they stopped trying to polish their turds, and started dancing with them, that life becomes a lot more interesting.

What, you missed that? Oh, well, why not come out next Friday and watch us take on the Los Angeles Public Transit system. In a city where everyone defines themselves by what they drive, who are you if you take the train or the bus? Find out next weekend. It’s sure to charm, and we’ll probably have a reception afterwards in the gallery. Here are the details, if you happen to be in LA for the Memorial Day weekend.

Where: Highways Performance Space
1651 18th Street
Santa Monica, CA 90404 (One half block north of Olympic Blvd.)

When: May 23rd and 24th 2008
Friday and Saturday 8:30pm

“You are the ride of your life!”

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I have just been introduced to a marvelous artist who has come up with a much better vehicle for tears than reality television. Meet Sarah Scott, an incredible painter and writer who has decided to use her skills to transform other peoples pain into something beautiful. It is a task that I consider no less than Rumplestilzkinesque, and by which I am inordinately intrigued, considering my own history. So, if you happen to find yourself tearing up, seize the day, and snap a photo for Sarah, particularly if you are male. You’ll note in the video which Sarah has made that, contrary to whatever Fergie thinks, it’s the big BOYS that don’t cry. (god, I wish I could escape that song. It’s everywhere.)