Monday, June 06, 2005


We love the American Visionary Art Museum, and their current exhibition is one of the best I've seen there(not quite as good as the Apocalyptic art show, or the alien abuctees art show, but nonetheless superior).

The Tom Duncan kinetic sculptures are fantastic, the Steve Shepard triptychs in colored pencil are intricate and beautiful (and, yes, crazy). But best of all are the Haitian prayer flags and an entire room of Haitian bead/Voudou altar art. Lovely, and full of shininess. I want to go back on a day when there's less haze in the Harbor. We had our first truly sultry weekend, and it led me to shave my head (well, the heat coupled with the unendurable ridicule doled out Friday at Mick O'Shea's: Virginia Monologues said I was "too bushy," Pork Heaven pronounced my hairstyle "'70s porno," Len and Schott asked if I was in the band "Loverboy," Ellen Cherry thought I was a puppet from a Sid and Marty Kroft Saturday morning extravaganza, Earthdragon toasted my hair at the end of the night, etc.).

As usual, Pork Heaven got in trouble with the bouncers, this time because he licked our waitress. Ugh.