The Beauty of Nature. I bought this at a fruit stand.
If you go to see one show in Williamsburg this May, make it this one. I can’t say I know Mike Daisey personally, cause I don’t, well, at least not yet, but I can say that we once exchanged some personal emails, and he happens to be, on May 19th, tapping into the brain of one of my great obsessions when it comes to scientists, and that’s Nikola Tesla. I love knowing that Nikola Tesla loved pigeons. I don’t know why I love knowing this, but I just do. Perhaps it’s because it’s oddly fascinating and eccletic.
Speaking of oddly fascinating, On June 17th, I’m going to be on a panel with Kathy Bates and a myriad of other highly talented women as part of Eve Ensler’s V-Day movement. I’ll keep you posted as details unfold.
Also, if you want to see the beautifully uncomfortable Stephen Colbert roast that everyone who’s anyone has been talking about, click here. (It will take you to the page that takes you there). I think you need a Real player to watch. Or go to iFilm.com. You can also find it there.
Now, lets talk about sex. Aahh, sex. Something we don’t talk enough about on this blog right now. I just finished a piece on “the numbers game” and you can read it online tomorrow, I won’t tell you where until then, although here’s a glimpse of the site. It’s interesting this numbers game, it makes you think about how important your partner’s sexual past is. I mean they say that for every one person you’ve slept with, it’s actually, what’s the statistic?, I think “they” (as in the collective they) say it means you’ve actually slept with five other people. So then, even if you say 30 people to a partner, and that freaks him out, does it really mean you slept with 150 people in some way? And what is sex anyway? How do you define “sleeping with or sex?” My friend “Sasha” (names always changed to protect the less than innocent), says that she counts any person who has given her an orgasm as someone she’s slept with. I kind of like that idea. It at least gives the what is sex number some good meaning.
Of course the past is the past, the present is now and the future is really beyond our control.
That being said, I think sometimes, if a partner asks, and they seem like they’re going to be so totally jealous and confrontational if you tell them the truth, then it’s okay to lie. I’m not saying I always think lying is the way to go, I’m just saying in extreme cases, it might not be a bad thing. Of course, if you have to lie to your partner because they care so much about your past sexual experiences, you might want to seriously rethink your relationship, but until you decide to dump this overprotective-for-no-good-reason person in your life, you might want to lie. But yeah, then you might want to also say bye (ah, poetry).
Speaking of poetry (well, not really, but it would be nice if it were), Jonny and me (Jonny being my manfriend, partner, or flova), we started a podcast. Now, I have it in MP3 form, and I don’t know how to get it up on my site. Can anyone help? Please???!!!!! I wanna make it an RSS feed. What’s a girl to do?
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