How awesome are these? Created by artist Ebon Heath, they're mobiles of cut-out words which he calls a "typographical ballet". His work will be on display at Carte Blanche Gallery in London. Anyone want to give me a plane ticket to go?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Swallow my Pride
Chris and I went to play bingo with our neighbors this past weekend. Big Gay Bingo! It's a fundraiser to support the local LGBT community.... this ain't your grandma's bingo. Think bingo mixed with drag queen song and dance shows and tons of sexual innuendo. Our host, Big Shirli, is pictured to the left. During one show, a different queen was dancing wildly in 6" heels, jumping off and on the tables, kept her wig on, AND never missed a beat despite almost falling. Man, how is that possible? That's some serious skill. There's random videos on Big Shirli's myspace linked above.
The bingo was ridiculous levels of fun. This was fancy bingo. Bingo where you had to get squares in a particular ever-changing pattern. Bingo with significant cash prizes... all ending in 69 cents! Ohhhh man. My eyes narrowed. My breath was shallow. I wanted to taste blood. Chris sometimes doesn't like my competitiveness (replay of last night's Scrabble game: "A J on the triple letter bonus! EAT THAT BI-ATCH!!!"). Alas, in bingo, I tasted only bitter defeat. Next time, my glittery friends, your cash prize will be mine. Muhahahaha.
Best t-shirt of the night: "Swallow my Pride"
Food digression
For dinner we had cheesecake at Cheesecakes by Alex before heading to check out the drag queen scene. By our neighbor David's logic, "If we eat cheesecake for dinner, we don't have to feel guilty about eating it for dessert." He is a wise man. He had frozen cheesecake on a stick dipped in chocolate. So wrong and yet so right. Their raspberry white chocolate cheesecake with an Oreo crust was like a long awaited homecoming. It belonged in my stomach. We ended up getting fast food after bingo anyway since nothing makes you hungrier than bingo. Gluttony: the 2nd best vice next to sloth.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
High flyer
I've been taking an aerial dance class. It sounded scary to my weak and non-flexible self so I skipped over the first impulse of "errr-dangerous" and ran off to marry the second impulse of "Hell to the YES!". A friend of ours, a professional hula-hooper/marine biologist, recommended it. (I do take every opportunity to describe her profession because wouldn't you?) Highly recommend this class for those who find themselves on the pathetic side of fit and physically awkward. Aerial dance will make you look and feel darn beautiful and graceful. Trust me, I can't tell left from right and walk into doorways.
The teacher's wonderful: patient, supportive, and nonjudgmental. Classes are at www.triangleyoga.org.
Chris took these pictures at the end of my sixth class. Isn't he good?
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