Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

by all rules & regulations, i should be posting this in quotes, but i regard "should" with scorn.

Men Before the Mirror

"many a time the mirror imprisons them & holds them firmly. fascinated they stand in front. they are absorbed, separated from reality & alone with their dearest vice, vanity. however readily they spread out all other vices for all, they keep this one secret and disown it even before their most intimate friends.
there they stand & stare at the landscape which is themselves, the mountains of their noses, the defiles & folds of their shoulders, hands & skin, to which the years have already so accustomed them that they no longer know how they evolved; and the multiple primeval forests of their hair. they meditate, they are content, they try to take themselves in as a whole. certain traits appear too small, and it is well so, but others are too large, and it is magnificent so. women have taught them that power does not succeed. women have told them what is attractive in them, they have forgotten; but now they put themselves together like a mosaic out of what pleased women in them. for they themselves do not know what is attractive in them. only handsome men are sure of themselves, but handsome men are not fitted for love: they wonder even at the last moment if it suits them. fitted for love are the great ugly things that carry their faces with pride before them like a mask. the great taciturns, who behind their silence hide much or nothing.
slim hands with long fingers or short, that grasp forth. the nape of a neck that rises steeply to lose itself in the forest's edge of the hair, the tender curve of the skin behind an ear, the mysterious mussel of the navel, the flat pebbles of the kneecaps, the joints of their ankles, which a hand envelops to hold them back from a leap- and beyond the farther and still unknown region of the body, much older than it, much more worn, open to all happenings: this face, always this face which they know so well. for they have a body only at night and most only in the arms of women. but with them goes always, ever present their face.
the mirror looks at them. they collect themselves. carefully, as if tying a cravat,
they compose their features. insolent, serious & conscious of their looks they turn around to face the world."
--rrose selavy

i'm manray obsessed right now, and that was next to all these male portraitures. anyway.

it's 3:40. i'm shivering because the basement's cold & my neck isn't covered, and comme d'habitude, i can't sleep til after four. so i have twenty minutes to go. tonight i did shots of tequila at the croc with the tempestuous twin, and i must ask why do people bother with mixed drinks. must stop biting my nails, it's the cold i'm sure. at 2:30 at the qfc on 15th, i talked cereal with a sweet stony gay boy with bloodshot blue eyes & red hair, and actually picking out sierra crisp for him as you know how indecisive one gets. and he loved my holey tights. yay for random meetings in the cereal aisle.

[This message has been edited by chrissy (edited 11-17-2001).]

you *are* being sarcastic, aren't you. or are you just the segue king? n'oublies pas, c'est moi qui est la reine de la tangent. so maybe we're related.

mashed potatoes MAKER? oh god.

I used to have a German one who made the best mash. Just like from the old country. But she was a bit of a sour Kraut. One of my fav jokes I tell to get people to hate me.

I know the tattoo girl from Manray. She works there and gets me drunk and drives me crazy. And she has a super great record collection and a cool sister who has a boyfriend who makes the food at Alibi Room. ‘Tis the season for mashed potatoes but my mashed potatoes maker is missing.

1. watch the meteor showers.
2. wear amber in your ears.
3. accept the fact that you're going to bite your nails during the midnight movie, and be careful to not swallow any of that vixen nail polish.


[This message has been edited by chrissy (edited 11-18-2001).]