A woman from nashville star last night yodelled and sang a bit of patsy montanna and was not evicted (she wont last of course, nashville is new country, and new country has no history)...but she was good. here here is a singer called elizabeth mcqueen, shes not bad at all, and i could imagine her yodelling (as did the singer on nashville

five soilders beat the shit out of some faggot in north carolina...the other side of the fort bragg gay porn story, and another reason why dont ask dont tell is untennable.

handmade masks worn by pretty boys, strange, erotic, with elements of childhood games, arts and crafts at summer camp, pink narcissus, and sunday morning boredom, because the masks tend towards nose peices, they attach themselves to a freudian tradtion v. loosely, and do not have the sinister, transformative, fetishistic, antropolgical terror that can be found in much mask work, they have a tender, careful, silliness, and i appreciate that. worth a click. (like the radical craft conference in pasedena this month, the work im doing for banff, allyson, etc)



this poor moose, shot near oslo, because he threatened to derail a passenger train. it makes me sad, though sentiment and anthropolgozation makes us forget danger.