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Best reason to miss Judith Barry at SFAI Friday night, even if her lecture was entitled the tantalizing "Sites Taken for Wonder": Salon! It was a cold and stormy night, but the company was warm and the conversation excellent. You can read what I wrote for it here. And Jeanne I have your pen and paper, completely unmolested by cat or human I promise.
from Cody's:
"Here's a revealing account of a curious, courageous journalist who realized it would be possible to transform herself believably and infiltrate a culture - Norah poses as Ned -- yielding surprising insights. Instead of feeling liberated by the supposed privilege of masculinity, Norah discovers instead that she feels trapped by the expectations of manliness. Traveling to five different states, she explores various facets of male life: friendship, sex and dating, work, and male camaraderie. She joins an all-men's bowling league, frequents strip clubs, and befriends patrons as well as the dancers. She dates women as Ned (with some surprising results from women after she reveals her true identity), joins a monastery to infiltrate bastions of all-male environs, attends weekly meeting of a male therapy group, and even goes on a weekend-long retreat with the group. Vincent exposes the unspoken rules of engagements with men and their limited emotional life, as well as the cattiness and dissatisfaction of women bitter and impatient with those limitations. Self-Made Man challenges notions of gender and will make you think twice about who you are, how you are represented in the world, and how you see the opposite sex."
This just reminds me of last night's episode of King of the Hill. Vincent is reading in LA tonight, check her site for details.
Post-brunch on Saturday I was out battling the inevitable creep of my seasonal depression with a drizzly walk in Golden Gate Park when I ran smack into the Group Hug that artist Michelle Blade had organized as a performance piece in the middle of Sharon Meadow. About a hundred people stood in a circle, organized by the color of their rain jackets, as if they were about to play ring-around-the-rosie. On cue they all rushed to the middle, laughing and shouting and hugging. Though the event did seem to be completely irony-free, I was content to observe safely from the path. I'm a little leery of receiving hugs from strangers.
At Stussy SF - Daniel Anthony St. George 2nd: Burning Bridges. I really like St. George's technique of staining and scorching his autobiographical pieces, giving them an added layer of pathos. I was a little tripped out about the show being in a Stussy store, remembering my surf rat friends wearing the brand when I was growing up in SoCal. But there was a dachsund attending the opening Saturday night stylishly decked out in a nylon flak vest, and that made everything all right.
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