oh Bricktops you are so full of surprises. Who would expect a visit from actress Asia Argenta the star of that movie XXX with Vin Diesel. She came with the first lady of harsh Lydia Lunch and writer/actor Chris Campion. I guess she's making a movie set in the 20s and wants to film a scene at Bricky's or something like that. I spun a little Carlo Buti in her honor during my DJ set. She seemed to appreciate it. I can't wait to tell Bruce La Bruce about Asia's visit. Bruce took some scandalous pictures of her for Index Magazine where she was shown smoking and drinking while preggers. She told me to tell Bruce "Judy" , "HI!"
Also at the club was that youngish actor Ryan Reynolds who is in that new movie with Michael "flat ass" Douglas and Albert Brooks. Ryan is really cute with nice skin and pretty eyes, but i think the club freaked his mainstream middle class sensibilities because he came in during the performance of Beyond Joy and Evil and left almost immediately. They had the crowd either loving or hating them, which i expected. The band is actually quite genius. Mr. Uncertain was really brilliant as well impersonating Death taking a tap dance holiday. I even coached Hector Martinez into performing as a foul mouthed hispanola Bruce Almighty----he was fantastible!!!!!
Got some Xanax from little papa Frank Rodriguez, so hopefully that will calm me when i have to get on the dreaded plane Monday to Brittania. Lookingg forward to Visions of Excess. At the Bleekly i got forwarded a email sent out by Shari Frilot looking for artists for their successor to Platinum Oasis, this time called Platinum Snapmeat. The call to artists was a bit confusing and i ran it by a few people and they couldn't make heads or tails out of it either. I guess they are trying to do some kind of Cybersex event at the Ambassador Hotel. All i can say to Outfest this year is Good Luck, and all the best.

Went down to Funkytown to the Slauson Super Mall Swap Emporium on Slauson and Western Avenue in deepest darkest South Central Los Angeles. My Cholita sister and Bricktops door girl Meesh of the Epiladies recommended it as the place to get the cheapest jubilee ghetto fashions and she wasn't kidding. The place is amazing and so cavernous. The beauty supply sections alone you could write a thesis about. I got me some cheap ass $199 a pack hair weave extentions to make my cornrow pubes look that I'm going to display for Visions. I also bought a nice flesh tone bra and panty set for when i premiere Pleather, The Dorian Corey Story in Brittania. My sweet arab dry cleaner said he would have my Vanessa Beecroft outfit ready for me today, but he didn't even open the store. I hope he's there Saturday or I'm sunk with no VD as VB look.
I'm all excited about Udo Kier's performance impersonating Bataille. He'll do an installation where he's attacking Genet, the person Bataille had a feud with via Sartre. O sweet intellectualism.
I'm still gagging over the lovely extravaganza of Kembra's installation where she distilled Bataille to the simplist quotient. He's just a librarian. Hahahahahaha
I still don't have my work permit, and I'm not one of those last minute girls. Poor Dadster he left for Engly today with no permit. They are supposed to have it all ready for him at Customs when he lands at Heathrow. We'll see.

Going to do a photo shoot for my new CD with David Harrow’s Technova project. For those of you not familiar with Dave he is the father of the electro clash movement. Back in the early 80s he put out a series of records in Berlin with poet Anne Clark that jumped started the post Kraftwork electro dance scene that gave us The New Romantics and Synth pop craze. All the current stars of electro trash$ owe him a myriad of kudos for giving them careers. I don’t know exactly when the record we collaborated on is going to actually come out, perhaps in the fall or maybe the summer, but today we’re going to do the shoot at my studio, perhaps on the roof if it doesn’t rain or even if it does. Its deliciously overcast today. I’m not going to do my traditional lady look. I decided I’d throw out a salute to The Beale’s of Grey Gardens fame and use an old sequined sweater of Barbara LaMay’s as a headress/headwrappe. Just to be ill.
I’ve got so many last minute odds and ends to sew up before leaving for Europe. Yesterday I did my weekly Bricktops rehearsal with Mr. Uncertain. That Uncertain kid is really talented. Not only as a singer/song stylist and musician but also as a painter. He painted the backdrop that we use for the club. As we were rehearsing we came up with a neat little extemperaneous piece to serve as an intro and that connects our salute to Aleister Crowley and the Thelemites this Friday. The fun thing about Bricktops is putting stuff out there and not knowing whether it will work or not. I’m Brian Mitchell Stoked.

Was Invited to a dinner party at Daphne and Olivier's Mulholland Drive Manse that is courtesy of their Vivendi Universal connections. D&O are a charmed french couple. Life is good for them and they live it to its fullest. Olivier went to Harvard and obviously comes from a wealthy priveledged family, so life is his oyester and he can climb the highest James Baldwin mountain. So really I'm not jealous that they live rent free in a big house with original Warhols scattered throughout and a heated pool. Just because i live in a box, its no reason for me to be bitterella, right? Thats just the way the cookie crumbs are dealt. They are very sweet peoples and are expecting a bundle of perpetual joy in the next four months. The wonderful delicate supper Daph prepared was very delicioso and she also made this incredible homemade Lemon tart that was out and beyond this world type of perfection. La D. is one multi-talented lady and that man of her's Olivier is so lovesexy and dreamy, you want to tear his clothes off and rub cocoa butter all over him they are both too gorgeous to be believed and make a scrumpteous couple. Ok i have to admit i am jealous and envious of them. Can you hear the viola playing in the background?
Lively conversation was the order around the din table. A lovely New Orleans lass was one
of the other guests and to my surprise Mike Figgis the director of Leaving Las
Vegas. We gossiped about Nicky Cage for what seemed like forever. Nick has
really sold what was left of his three horned penis(and there really wasn't much) to
Baalzebub so that he could make $21 million a flick. Though i have to give
him his due in the movie Adaptation. He was really good in that, and it
reminded me why i use to like him when he was in movies like Valley Girl.

Bricktops was just teeming with art stars, Friday. Not only was there a Bjorkless Matthew Barney, but Asian Punk Boy of SARS infected Toronto, who has his first solo show at Chinatown’s brand new Peres Projects Gallery. Cute Cubano/Princess of Judea, Javier relocated his galleria from tired San Francisco to trendy Chung King Road. The space useto be the Loy/Ford Germanicus clothing emporium. Gorgeous snow queen beauty prize and photographer pin-up boy Ryan McGinley also stopped by sniffing for hot cha cha. Ryan was flown in to town to DJ at the APB opening. Also on hand was Mr. Straight-Edge himself Ian MacKaye of Fugazi and Minor Threat fame who was getting a little too cozy with me and that made my well endowed young English husband Andrew squirm. I have to admit i love making my man jealous.
Sweet Marlene of Prospect 44 charmed everyone with her dada inspired clothing in the leatherrack boutique in the foyer. Perhaps she'll make Bricktops a regular hang for her designer palttet's. The Parisienne duet Cabinet of Curiosities really had the crowd vested with their extroidinary talentsa and sophisticationeze. I love it when a lady sings playing a stand up bass.
Our celebutante quotient consisted of the sparkling gamina Abbie Travis, chain mail designer to the stars and Charlie's Angels costumer and former Squeezebox impressario Michael Schmidt, Mapplethorpe muse and Chateau Marmount hostina Constance, who mentioned something about doing a show in Monte Carlo with Sade. "Miss Size 12" model Sophie Dahl who must have been trying to drown her sorrows in gin over being dumped by that ancient rocker Mick Jagger.
This Friday, we will summon the restless spirit of the wickedest man of the worldly world, Aleister Crowley with a thelemite musical performance by the volatile Beyond Joy and Evil which features Archive of Aesthetic Nihilism mastermind John Aes-Nihil with special surprise faustian guests.
Saturday-The boys from the art collective Science Holiday brought me some goodies for my new apt. They are so thoughtful and generous, and really take care of this lady Doll. What would i do without them? I'd surely perish. Also Freddie Berk of Video Ten Porno Fame came by and used his butch realness skills to give me some much needed shelving. We went by both the Homo Depot and Osh Ganosh. It took forever so i was a bit late getting to the Peres Projects for their grand spam opening.
The Chung King Road scene isn't really my thingy, but i needed to support little Javier, not that he needs my support, he comes with a pedigree, and before becoming a gallery owner was a lawyer. The Asian Punk Boy show was fantasticle. I loved the tons of cocaine that you had to wade through to see the art and the crystal meth'd albino parakeets flying tweekily through the throngs. A+++++
Sunday- Daddy Ronald P. Athey Jr. had a little super post modernist mothers day brunchina at his (Slither) Lake studio. The food was his usual gourmet best. The guestable list included LA Weekly Deputy Editor Joe "Cadillac" Donnelly and his sizzling showgirl wife Candy who is starring in the big Celine Dion extravaganza in Vegas. Candy and Joey are a dynamite coup. Candy has incredible energy. She's a natural ginger headed girl with personality plus. They just bought a house in Silverlakey and Dadster gave them some sound gardening advice. Everyone else at the partay was family, like Kara Hunger, "Crepe" Suzette Mathelson, Maxmillian(Daddy's hot Swiss lover) Tad and his actor beau Juan Fernandez (who is starring in that new Vin Diesel film "A Man Apart") David Harrow of Technova and his pretty wife and darling newborn baby, who just bought digs in Solano Canyon. I usually don't like children, but the Harrow newborn literally stole my cold comfort heart, and Professor Jennifer Doyle was also on hand, La Professora may be leaving her position at UC Riverside to teach in the imperial motherland of Great Britain. Oh and let me not forget Kyle who use to dance with David Rouseve's company and also Bill T. Jones (who I've heard hardly pays his dancers, but he makes sure he lives in the lap of piss elegant luxury) Kyle is up for the lead role of Kimba the White Lion in the German production of The Lion King.
After brunch daddy kicked everyone out and we had to buckle down and work on Visions of Excess. The great Kembra Pfhaler of the Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black is doing this amazing piece that involves... well let me just let her explain it in her own profound words:

My tribute to George Bataille will be about the "Allist" movement, a new genre related to the disassemblage of artist hierarchy in mediums. It will contain librarianism and an edification performance where the audience will be invited to file things."

Visions is going to be the best thing we've curated. I'm also really looking forward to Lee "Sexmutant" Adams piece that is called The Language of Flowers:

... even more than by the filth of its organs, the flower is betrayed by the fragility of its corolla: thus, far from answering the demands of human ideas, it is the sign of their failure. In fact after a very short period of glory, the marvellous corolla rots indecently in the sun , thus becoming ... a garish withering. Risen from the stench of the manure pile – even though it seemed for a moment to have escaped it in a flight of angelic and lyrical purity – the flower seems to relapse abruptly into its original squalor ...

Oh don't let me forget to mention that when Ryan McGinley DJ's he does it all using two Ipods. Now that is technology babester. No need to carry any vyn or CDs.

Boi o Boi have i been an on-the-go girlina pie! Spent some time with art star Matthew Barney who was in town on Cremaster high art business of some kind. I didn't exactly pry into the reason he was out Southern California way. I was just happy he had time for me. Oh get your minds out of the gutterdam. We're not lovers or anything, though i wouldn't mind having a taste of that fine body of his. He's involved with Pop star Bjork and they even have a designer baby together. That doesn't mean he doesn't fool around with boys though, but when he's with another dude that lucky bastard is photographer Ryan McGinley, who will be DJ-ing at the opening for Asian Punk Boy Saturday at the Peres Projects Gallery in Chinatown. Matthew will probably be there as well chowing down on Ryan's fat young appendage. Why is it that straight boys love to suck cock? Well because their girlfriends don't have one.
Also got to hang with Ian MacKaye of Minor Threat and Fugazi fame. Oh its not what your dirty mind is thinking. We've had a romantic friendship for over 20 years. His girlfriend hates me because she thinks that I'm trying to steal him away from her. That couldn't be far away from the truth. I don't go for straight edge willis. Ian and i do make-out, but its always very innocent and i never let him do anything more than eat out my nappy dugout and suck on my big fat titties. Its not like he penetrates me or anything. And i certainly have no desire to plow him, as he doesn't really have a good enough buttocks for that sort of thing. You know i don't like pancake asses.
Oh did i mention i saw that Brazilian movie City of God. Wow, talk about fat bubble butts. Brazilians have the best booty in the world. All those fantastic mixes give them the most exotic looks, colors and textures.
Also saw the X2 movie---my guilty pleasure of the week. It wasn't that bad, just a little salty. The best thing in the flick is this young muscular boy who is in only one major scene.
Gotta run, Matthew wants to treat me and Cathie Opie to Joshua Tree for some Bohdi Tree style getting back to nature. Whoosh!

Bricktops was a major hoot, if i do say so myself. Despite the downpour of April Showers in May which predictably kept some home. Miss los ang gets all decrepit when it rains and the nesting vibe kicks in. I hate that. Surprisingly we did get a good crowd, but not as packed as the week before when it was clear blue skies. Lots of celebutantes did show up including Rufus Wainwright all happy when i played his song "Matinee Idol" My NYC journalist girlfriend Linda/Les Simpson and Thairin from World of Wonder popped in along with Henry Peck and his hot sister. Legend Christian HOffman hung out in the DJ booth with me giving some good gossipola which is just too juicy to print here in my blournal. Christian will be performing at Bricky's in early June. Lots of cute fancy, young kids came to the club----a colorful group of jazz babies from Japan who work for this glossy fashion magazine the name of which i didn't catch.
Got introduced to Eve Mendes, some bullet nippled young actress/model who i never heard of.
During Kitty Diggens wonderful burlesque routine Britains reigning manchild of pop Robbie Williams teetered in. I actually recognized him, and he looks cuter in person, less haggy and more boyish with a tight taunt little bum. He was escorted by a very gay older man with a mustache that looked like he used some death in venice wax as a grooming byproduct.
I felated the rather large and plithy penis of a cute boy in the DJ booth until we were rudely interrupted by some reporter wanting to know the names of the songs i was spinning. My straight drag hag palsy Horten told me that the dark haired lovely i had crunched is a basketball player with the Timberwolves named Wally Szczerbiak. Now hows that for a wonders never cease scenario?
Had my more formal sex date on Saturday with a visiting admirer, who adoringly worshipped my entire nasty stinky smelly fungusy body electrik.
Sunday i had a quiet postgirlfriend time with Fertile La Toyah Jackson in Pasadena. Ms. Fertile just bought a beautiful new house near the Rose Bowl. The lady is a home owner. I'm so proud of her. She works very hard in her day job as kindergarden teacher. She and punk goddess Alice Bag both work at the same school in pico union. If you want to know what happens to punk stars as they grow and mature, well they devote themselves entirely to educating others less fortunate. Isn't that noble? Fertile and i also spent some time with my son Immanuel de la Falaise and his 5 year old daugher. Yes i am a grandma. My firstborn child's kid is very cute and precious. A bright little gal who can speak fluent Japanese. My son has a small case of yellow fever, his ex-wife who lives in Japan, but he takes care of their kid. He has a new Japanese girlfriend who he's moving to Japanesa to be with. I just hope my virile babymaking boy doesn't create any new life forms. Not that he can't afford to take care of them. His mother is of European nobility from a very old money family.

Have seen a few movies. I'm not going to review them in my regular section. I'll just put it here in the blog page. I'm all wrapped up in the house of blogging at the moment.
Raising Victor Vargas-My good friend the handsome, highly opinionated "jubas" movie reviewer for the LA Weekly, Ernest Hardy recommended this film, and from the opening image of the lead boy macking to the camera i was won over. The kid is latin perfection. Gorgeous honey colored skin, dreamy eyes and culata hair. In a word: a silvery packagina of young male beauty. Well thats more than a word, but you understand what I'm trying to say dontcha? I wasn't that concerned with the coming of age romantic element of this movie. I was just feasting on the latin fan club beauty of the lead male and his younger brother. The woman who plays the kids grandmother is quite good. I liked the use of non actors, who are always going to be more interesting then self-conscience professionals. There is a little bit of Paul Morrisey at play here like in his Spike of Bensenhurst which gave us Saasha Mitchell's juicyness back in the mid 80s. Whatever happened to that Saasha boy? I guess he's not a boy anymore but is early middle age.
Crises(1950) - I've always wanted to see this flick, the first film written and directed by Richard Brooks(In Cold Blood, Looking For Mr. Goodbar) It stars Cary Grant as an American surgeon in some unnamed latin country that is going through a revolution. This is an MGM film produced by the legendary Freed unit who mainly did musicals. Its an odd picture from this department of Metro, but what a great pic it is. Lots of reverberrations of todays goings on politically. Richard Brooks is definatley one hollywood director who was underrated. The performances are top notch from a rather cute looking Jose' Ferrer as a mixture of Juan Peron and Saddam Huesein type dictator to smaller roles from Gilbert Roland, Antonio Moreno and former matinee idol Ramon Novarro trying desperately to act butch, and he almost succeeds. I also loved Signe Hasso as the Evita-esque wife.
Saw the movie at LACMA's matinee series for only $2. The best bargain in Los Angeles.
Last night i met some tiny little dinge queen who wanted to service me all night. Boy did he. I didn't leave him until almost 5am this morning, so I'm a mess today, and i have tons of work, that I'm behind on. Oh welp, a girl needs her goodies, and believe you me Myrtle they are few and far between in this tired sexless town.
Everything with Visions of Excess seems to be progressiving nicely. Its so great to be working with the Fierce Festival and not with Outfest this year. Outfest is so clueless. There are some nice people involved with them who can be dear, but they are too establishment oriented to get anything with vision off the ground in a proper way. After working with them for two years, i realize that also Ms. Shari Frilot is very much a company girl. A adore Shari, but she did go to Harvard and has that kind of background that is really different from me in that she believes in the system and i don't. Plus I'm too rebellious to tow any line, and follow the rules. If i had followed the pissy rules i would have gotten absolutely no where in my life. The Outfest experience was great in that it showed me that i have to follow my own instincts which have served me very well in the thousands of years i've been an immortal being living on this tepid planet.

Oh merciful heavens my short story in Susie Brights new sex anthology got a good review from this paper in the midwest. If you care to read it here is the link:
http://www.newcitychicago.com/chicago/2255.html
I don't believe there is such a thing as bad press.
My life lately is so feasta or famina, there are never any rogue grey areas. I'm getting a million requests for all sorts of things. Trying to sort through it all is taxing. At least i'm in demanda, and i've got a roof over my three gydra heads. I am so Medusa/Medasa.
Had a little weekend get-a-way with a trick from my Margaret Cho tour. The boy is young and with a nice elongated thickerous of a willis. He snagged a 4-star room for our trystee at the infamous Biltmore Hotel in lovely Santa Barbara. Its nice to get goodies. Next week we'll repeat the adventure.
I'm only able to rope in men from different cities and countries. I don't ever get any action out of my tired home town. Whats the problem with missy Los Ang? I'll tell you simply: men here are too neurotic, unfocused and self absorbed for sex. Even the ones with large genitalia, never use said objects. Its all for show.
Had breaky with Professor Jose Munoz visiting from NYU and also the lovely professor Jennifer Doyle of UC Riverside. Dr. Munoz and i heartily agreed that LA is a sad place for getting down and dirty. No one is capable of deeding here. We were joined for break by another UC Riverside prof named Josh Kuhn. Joshua is a princess of Judea and is quite cute, but is very much what i mentioned above: neurotic,unfocused, self absorbed. [I'm repeating here for biblical emphasis] Josh does a lot of moonlighting as a journalist and club entrepeneur and DJ. I'm not exactly featuring Josh. And i don't know if its because he's obviously from a well-to-do family and i resent him for being priveledged, and making a name for himself off of Latin culture. Perhaps I'd have more respect for him if he was working class and wasn't such a cultural tourist. Though he does seem very genuine and sincere, but there is still this haughtyness that rubs me the wrong way. Maybe i feel that he hasn't courted "The Doll" the way he should. Not that i think everyone has to be wrapped up in the house of "Me" and trying to get into my big white panties, but it can't hurt. At least pretend you want to sleep with me and become my hot jewish husband. Thats the least one can expect, eh?
A pity Jose M. has to leave today. It would have been nice to hang out with him a bit longer. I have a wonderous romantic friendship with Jose and Dr. Doyle. They are shiny jewels in the heavenly firmament.
Last night i went to writer Lisa Teasley's birthday dinner for her beau Daniel. Her mother Vi and sister Laura were also present. I love her mom and kid sis. Vi is from Panama, and is a fantastic Ann Sothern in Panama Haiti. She had me on the floor doubled back laughing so much i thought i was going to hemmorage. I think i did leave a puddle of blood and fecal matter on the floor. Vi and her husb who works for the black insurance company Golden State Mutual are LA African American political royalty. They live in a big house in Baldwin Hills. They are so connected politically that they even went to ole Big Hands, president Clinton's In-nagruel (am i spelling this word correctly?) Lisa and her sisters didn't grow up shabby like me in the ghetto. They come from an upper middle class negroid background. They lived the life i could have only dreamt of for myself. Not that i'm bitter. But i am!!!! Hahahahahahaha. I'm too old to hold back my feelings about stuff. At this point in my life what good would it do?

oh my hot buttered peninas, what a night i had last night at my jazz age cafe society soiree Bricktops. The humpy musical review Leave It To Jane, from Hamburg, Germany directed by Mark Si-Mon performed, and were just beyond magnificent. Those boys can sure fill out a cod piece. Yowzina!!!!
My wayward grandson Mr. Uncertain was also in top form, though he can sometimes be a little rebellious and i have to pull on his hem'roids with the one tooth i have left. Lots of star power in the audience with one of my favorite writers Gary Indiana. I love my literary celebs. Also spoken word goddess Nicole Blackman who will be performing her Courtesan Tales in England with me and Ron as part of Visions of Excess at the Fierce Festival. Nicole is so gorgeous. Her posse last night included costume designer Suzette Mathelson who just finished the movie Honey which is la oose remake of the 80s hit Flashdance this time starring the bratty Jessica Alba in the Jennifer Beals role. Missy Elliot is also in the film and the dinge delight Genuine. Suzette is responsible for the surfer girl look that is all the rage right now thanks to her costumes for the flick Blue Crush that was directed by John Stockwell, who i use to hang out with in New York and LA back in the 80s when he was a hot young male ingenue. The boy back in those days was surely the "worlds type". He hasn't aged well---poor sod.
i overheard the best story about this guy whose bisexual girlfriend had a lesbian lover and after a virulent love making sesh with her man she went over and bumped raw bush with her gal pal and got her preggers. Talk about an immaculate conception. The dagger sued her girly lovers beau for child support and got it when it was proven he was the father, now here comes the twist. The lesbian and the father of the baby wind up hooking up and becoming a couple. They both wound up ditching the girl they shared. Ha har!
Just heard from my friend Gazulie that the TV show Touched by an Angel is being cancelled. I don't have a televison set but whenever I'd be at someones house and it was on i had to watch it. Call it a guilty pleasure, shucks i don't feel guilty about it----i loved Roma Downey and the great Della Reese. The show was so much better then Michael Landon's overwrought Highway to Heaven from the 80s.
Oh i almost forgot to mention that St. Morrisey of the Smiths fame and his boyfriend came to Bricktops last night. He thanked me for a good show as he was leaving. I said to myself, oh he looks familiar but without my glasses i never recognize anyone unless they are on top of me---literally. One straight handsome Chicano boy with his girlfriend next to him was so thrilled in seeing Missy Morr that he came up to me and gave me a big fat kiss on the puncher. What is it with latin guys all hornpiggy for Mrs Queen is Dead. I don't get it. I like him but he's not worship material in the slightest and he does look a bit long on the tooth. Oh i better stop being so mean, I opened up for the Smiths ages ago when i was in the Afro Sisters. It was the first time i ever performed at the Hollywood Paladium. The second time was when i opened up for the Happy Mondays----that show was awful a suburban KROQ crowd of icky clueless weenagers.

oh my heavenly little four foot three word I'm blogging. I had no idea such advanced technology existed. Thanks to Larry Bob-Goblin for introducing it to me, without him i would be trapped in the middle of the road ages in a century i don't even want to think about.
I'm really excited about the upcoming LA Times piece on me. The writer is this young Danish girl named Louise Roug. We really hit it off. She likes to drink and thinks a lot of stuff out there at the moment is tired so we're certainly reading from the same chapter in life. She wanted to interview my family and i gave her their telephone numbers but they are so insane who knows if she was able to track them down. Before i went to Europe and the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor Louise spent a couple of days following me around and it didn't feel wierd in the slightest.
Jason North the sweet Minneapolis boy i tricked with while on tour with Margaret Cho came to visit me. He's a rare gem. Very bright and quite the conneuisser of experimental and underground films. He even brought me vintage porn to show at Bricktops which i can't wait to unleash. Last week David Van Norman came through town. I also met David during the Cho tour. He is such an uninhibited kid. I appreciate young white boys from the upper middle classes who are free with showing their large genitalia. Some of these urbanites could take a lesson from Kentucky David, he is certainly much more advanced than many of these so called sophisticates who call themselves artist in this dreary provential town. Next week Ms. Linda Simpson of Time Out NY and Paper Magazine fame will be visiting, i'm sure i'll have a high ole time with her.