The Knitting Factory show with Luna last night was a raging success. Huge crowd, much love...many positive things should flow from this.

I'm in a pinch right now trying to get my arse through the outbound post Thanksgiving traffic to Newark on my way to London. Business, not leisure unfortunately but I'm staying in Knightsbridge so should be fun at this time of the year.

Upon my return from the UK there will be all sorts of great photos and reviews to share. Until then...

I've had a couple of really great "obscure celebrity sightings" recently:

Chuch Barris: With two beautiful young women, one sporting a "Gong Show Reject" t-shirt at Mary's Fish Camp in the west village. Chuck left his hat at the bar. When I mentioned this sighting to a friend at work he told me his parents currently live in the apartment where Chuck Barris grew up in Philadelphia. Huh.

Dale (from Flash Gordon): at the post office on 85th street. This is a pretty regular sighting. 23+ years later Dale looks great.

Rusty Staub: famed Detroit Tiger (and Met and Astro) at the meat counter of Agata and Valentina with a couple of nice rib eyes and about 10 pounds of asparagas. Oh, stinky Rusty. But here's to you man! Looking good and eating well. Cheers!



And a last note for this Sunday...poker is pure evil, evil, evil.

Yesterday I came across two situations that left me pondering ethics...

Last night the wife and I attended an off Broadway production performed solo by one of her current patients. The theme of the act was basic: one's personal pain...can it ever be fully realized or recognized by another even though they certainly have or will eventually suffer similar pain? The act details the hurtful impression left on the character as she encounters various people in her life including an office woman who continually asks "how are you?". As the character tries to answer, the office woman becomes distracted. When the office woman finally acknowledges the character she replies with anecdotes and references that leave the character with the emphatic impression that the office woman does not truly care and can in no way realize the pain she is in. It goes on and on and fucking hell, is it me or is this act (or in fairness, this part of the act) a MINOR dramatization of the real world interplay between the actress and the grand dragon? Did we really just pay $25 to have someone say "hey, just so you know, this is how you make me feel"? The act was not written by the actress and it was deep into rehearsals when they were introduced...just call it poignant...provocative. The grand dragon took it in stride but I was blown away. The act and performance were incredible. I acknowledge the actress and her feelings and I have true empathy for her. I now know the ethical line between clinician/patient is drawn outside the theatre door.

On a lighter note, my advance Googling techniques (er, call it "extended lunch break") discovered the bunniblog. In case anyone still questions the liberation, cynicism and empowerment of the 2003 Sex and the City NYC single woman, check out Bunni. The bunniblog tag line "No more Peter Cottontail" says it all. Ask Bunni for her number and try to hippity hoppity down the trail if you decide bunni's not for you. Bunni lists the full names (where available, I guess) of men who "never called". Harmless at first glance but in this age of advanced Googling a question of ethics is presented. Is taking Bunni's number and not calling really worthy of such scorn? When family, friends, future girlfriend's and employers ultimately Google Mr. Cottontail do his poor phone skills really warrant their pondering Bunni's disclaimer ("I did not sleep with all of these men")? You decide...

Oh man, this is nuts. If you can complete more than say 30% of this correctly, you should immediately hurl yourself off the closest building.

We received a very nice photo treatment from our show at Luna by Jasper who has just landed himself a perma link here. Have a look at the Skycam photos here. That shot of Trevor and I looks like I'm taking a major pole but it was really just a feedback treatment. That's quite a face though. Jesus, I look undead or something. I understand Jasper will also be at the Knitting Factory on 11/29 when we open for Luna. Dude definitely gets some nice shots.

On sadder news, a mate of mine from the office died in a tragic accident over the weekend. I was on my way to St. Louis when I got the sad news. Damn shame and listen here all you fuckers...PAY SOMEONE TO WORK AROUND THE HOUSE FOR YOU, DON'T BE DIY AND STAY THE FUCK OFF THE ROOF.

I realized that my online dating history is really uninteresting to everyone (including the grand dragon) except for me so forget that. All I can say is that I met 5 people in the time frame in which I "practiced match.com" and each experience can be described in one word: 1) OD, 2) vomit, 3) deaf, 4) obese, 5) wife. There are some good stories in there, if you're an interested or guilty party, just ask.

Tonite is the big Skycam re-introduction at Luna Lounge. Just found out that we've been offered a slot opening for Luna at the Knitting Factory later this month. Looks like the moon and Skycam are fine tuned. Finally....