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back in action. back in nyc. health regained. shizznit to fizzle. go to wbuq today at 4pm to hear the big cheese on bread college radio interview!

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You scored as Beast. Codename: The Beast Full Name: Henry P. McCoy Mutant Powers: Increased agility, strength and stamina. Henry "Hank" McCoy is a founding member of the X-Men. Among all his original teamates, Hank had the best childhood, between loving parents, and so his temper and way of living was one of the happiest at the mansion. Beast's mutation at first was hardly noticable, but while away from the team, Hank made a terrible mistake: testing a new substance that he was using to study the x-factor. Beast tried the substance on himself. This caused a further mutation on his body, covering him with gray fur (that later became blue), fangs and great nails. He had then indeed become a "beast". One of the only students at the mansion who took up an education beyond that of the Xavier school, Beast's studies were in the biogenetic area of his field. Possessing a quick wit, a wry sense of humour, and scholarly wisdom, he also has a penchant for quoting the classics and poetry. Despite his beastly exterior, he is possesess incredible genius, making him one of the most intellingent minds in the world. Beast 100% Wolverine 85% Banshee 80% Rogue 80% Cyclops 70% Nightcrawler 65% Shadowcat 60% Professor X 60% Storm 60% Archangel 55% Iceman 55% Jean Grey 50% Colossus 30% Which X-Men member are You? created with QuizFarm.com

i cannot believe this. i always fancied myself jean grey. i'm going to sue.

You scored as Beast. Codename: The Beast Full Name: Henry P. McCoy Mutant Powers: Increased agility, strength and stamina. Henry "Hank" McCoy is a founding member of the X-Men. Among all his original teamates, Hank had the best childhood, between loving parents, and so his temper and way of living was one of the happiest at the mansion. Beast's mutation at first was hardly noticable, but while away from the team, Hank made a terrible mistake: testing a new substance that he was using to study the x-factor. Beast tried the substance on himself. This caused a further mutation on his body, covering him with gray fur (that later became blue), fangs and great nails. He had then indeed become a "beast". One of the only students at the mansion who took up an education beyond that of the Xavier school, Beast's studies were in the biogenetic area of his field. Possessing a quick wit, a wry sense of humour, and scholarly wisdom, he also has a penchant for quoting the classics and poetry. Despite his beastly exterior, he is possesess incredible genius, making him one of the most intellingent minds in the world. Beast 100% Wolverine 85% Banshee 80% Rogue 80% Cyclops 70% Nightcrawler 65% Shadowcat 60% Professor X 60% Storm 60% Archangel 55% Iceman 55% Jean Grey 50% Colossus 30% Which X-Men member are You? created with QuizFarm.com

i cannot believe this. i always fancied myself jean grey. i'm going to sue.

You scored as Beast. Codename: The Beast Full Name: Henry P. McCoy Mutant Powers: Increased agility, strength and stamina. Henry "Hank" McCoy is a founding member of the X-Men. Among all his original teamates, Hank had the best childhood, between loving parents, and so his temper and way of living was one of the happiest at the mansion. Beast's mutation at first was hardly noticable, but while away from the team, Hank made a terrible mistake: testing a new substance that he was using to study the x-factor. Beast tried the substance on himself. This caused a further mutation on his body, covering him with gray fur (that later became blue), fangs and great nails. He had then indeed become a "beast". One of the only students at the mansion who took up an education beyond that of the Xavier school, Beast's studies were in the biogenetic area of his field. Possessing a quick wit, a wry sense of humour, and scholarly wisdom, he also has a penchant for quoting the classics and poetry. Despite his beastly exterior, he is possesess incredible genius, making him one of the most intellingent minds in the world. Beast 100% Wolverine 85% Banshee 80% Rogue 80% Cyclops 70% Nightcrawler 65% Shadowcat 60% Professor X 60% Storm 60% Archangel 55% Iceman 55% Jean Grey 50% Colossus 30% Which X-Men member are You? created with QuizFarm.com

whatever. data just collapsed, so the captain called the doctor to look at him. ma'am, that dude's a robot!

oh by the way - today is a big day for letter-writing about the genocide in darfur. write your senator! tell them to do something! this is nutz!

i'm watching the episode of star trek: the next generation where they visit the planet of scantily-clad, well-built, blonde people who hug to say hello and run instead of walk. they totally just sent a young will wheaton to go run around with some shirtless boys. this is my favorite show ever. i could get used to being sick in bed.

lalala...

ashlee simpson on her relationship with her boyfriend:
"it's great. he watches my show, i watch his show. it's great."

tv is so interesting.

betty white's daughter: "i want to share my deepest, darkest secrets with you."
betty white: "can't we just wear matching outfits?"

oh man. bea arthur's son just slept with betty white's daughter, and then betty white called bea arthur's son a loser and bea arthur called betty white's daughter a tramp! now they HATE each other! i wonder if they'll reconcile in the next 8 minutes.

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dan

this sucks. i need to sleep (i'm actually incredibly tired) but my brain is bouncing off the walls, thinking about nothing in particular. blah. i watched two episodes of "sex in the city." now i remember why i hate that show. laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

is it just me or is daytime tv designed for gay men? i'm sitting here, too whacked out and sick to do anything active, just staring at the tv, and everything's awesome: THE NANNY and GOLDEN GIRLS in seemingly CONSTANT rotation. truly brilliant and radical television.

dream play: "the maids" with bea arthur and fran drescher.

once in a while, during a lull, i'll flip to the documentaries on the various discovery channels, or vh1. all of the videos on vh1 are the same! white soft rock bands i've never heard of playing a song in the clearing of a forest. the songs are terrible. i'm so lucky to know so many brilliant writers, so i don't have to rely on this crap.

i saw this amazing documentary about this two-headed girl(s). they play softball and volleyball and all this stuff, and when people ask them how they decide to use their hands and feet (they only have one pair of each), they go "i don't know." they were both really funny. they had a list of "top 10 questions people ask us." #1 was "do you have 2 heads?" and their answer was "no." hilarious! they sorta reminded me of a non-sexual 10-year-old version of the o'debra twins. with one body.

o flu! leave me! the power of christ compells you!
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dan

now my mom has the flu too. this sucks!
keep the get-well emails coming, they're the only thing keeping me going :-)
xoxo
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dan

i have the flu.
i'm at my parents' house in maryland.
i can't make my show tonight in new york.
that makes me sad. i was really looking forward to it.
boohooooo!
write me letters, i'm bored!
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dan

there are so many receipts in my life. if only i could find the right ones.

i've been feeling very inspired lately, but in that annoying, diffuse, unspecific way, where everything just seems magical and intentional and capable of being distorted into art, but no such distortion actually transpires.

for the first time in a while, i'm basing my pre-writing notes on images rather than words or witticisms. there are certain *things* i really want to see on stage. i haven't felt this visual since high school. it's nice. i think i want to learn how to use i-movie. maybe my dad will let me borrow his videocamera for a while. hi dad!

after work, to satisfy my new, more active imagelife, i went to a bookstore and flipped through some big photobooks about art and dance. i liked the pictures of dancers. i think i respect dancers more than any other kind of performer. i cannot fathom having that much control over my own body. bodies make very nice shapes. it really made me think.

later on, in the middle of my theater/performance planning, i saw a person whose opinion i respect a lot. he had heard a promo copy of my solo album, and was very enthusiastic about it. all of a sudden i thought, "oh yeah, i'm a songwriter too!" i had completely forgotten. anyway, it was a relief to hear kind words. i'm so nervous about that thing. the artwork gets finished this weekend. i'm so anxious.

phoebe was really great last night at the hazzards' makeout party, although most of the audience was too lame to pay attention and realize the genius being paraded before their eyes.

i saw poingly, but i barely recognized him because he was out of poingly garb. he's nice. i want to see him perform again.

i'm typing all this to stall because i don't want to go to bed. doctors appointment EARLY tomorrow. it's such ass-backwards logic: i'm afraid of waking up early, so i stay up late.

crap, i give up. off to bed!
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dan

today i returned to a large, hegemonic bookstore to finish my cursory reading of tori amos' new book. 5 years ago, i would have pre-ordered it, and gone to a barnes and nobel to get it signed. 5 years ago, i still appreciated the music she was making. actually, that's a bit of an understatement. 5 years ago, i thought tori amos was the greatest songwriter on the planet. i knew every pant and groan on her albums. i arrived at her concerts at noon, to get a good spot on the pre-show meet and greet line. i made presents for her, like earrings made from lip-gloss.

it was a simple time. i imagined myself (i probably imagined EVERYONE) as a great big balloon filled with passions and furies. happiness meant a venting of that stress. and even when that stress was released, i still identified it as "me," and thought of everyone else's spew as equally "them."

tori amos made this process seem glamorous and important. she made it seem ancient and inevitable. so to show up at a concert and sob for a few hours in a crowd of sobbing people felt natural in the most specific sense of the word. it's like it was the only thing anyone could do.

four shitty albums later (well - albums that weren't for me), my sense of music is completely different. i live in a musical community with roots in punk. the shaman/village, priest/parish relationship that a self-accepted rock star promotes is entirely antithetical to our ethos. in a framework like this, the boundaries of the stage reproduce bourgeois apathy. we (supposedly) eradicate the passivity of the audience by eradicating the very idea of audience. the relationship between performer and viewer is leveled. there is less awe. there is less pretense. there is less pomp and circumstance.

reading that book, i realize how much i miss awe, pretense, and pomp.

worshipping a performer like tori amos satisfied a religious urge that has gone degraded for the past few years. i don't think i ever really got past my desire to be connected to something spiritual and ancient, though my studies and labors of the past few years have debunked metaphysics rather brutally.

but desire doesn't end rationally.

i gotta go. maybe i'll type more about this later.

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dan

ps: i have such specific images in mind for my next theater piece...it won't happen for months and months but i'm already excited...

when i looked outside tonight, i saw my house's two trashcans lying on the other side of the street. they looked rather peaceful, and i figured i would retrieve them tomorrow. but then i started kicking myself, because that's how i treat every challenge, major and minor: do it tomorrow! and so i decided to start reforming myself right then and there. i threw some overalls over my pajamas, bundled up in coats and scarves and hats, and trudged outside into the snow. but when i got to the first trashcan, something felt strange. i looked behind me to see my own trashcans snuggley in place by the alleyway. this bin belonged to someone else. and so i stood there, in the middle of the quiet road, for quite some time, before placing the can upright on the sidewalk. as i closed my front door behind me, i heard it fall over.

once, after a performance, i met an erotic dancer who told me i had "a very sexy anger." i said, "i'm glad you find my anger arousing." she said, "i don't. i find it sexy."

i was just called "endearing and aquatic" by my favorite band, the creaky boards.

the laurie anderson show on sunday was way better than i expected. i don't feel like describing it right now. worth mentioning: i realized how much more you can do on stage when you're not worried about keeping your audience's attention. when you play in bars and clubs, you're constantly competing with booze and conversation. when you're in a theater (and you're FAMOUS), it's taken for granted that people will listen. and so you can make subtler points. when i look around at the brilliant performers in the downtown art scene, and imagine what they could accomplish in a quiet setting...yum...

yesterday i had a really nice lunch with my rockstar dad.

and last night i performed at smut. i tried out some new michael jackson material. i think it went pretty well.

i was also duly entranced by the absurdist electroclash stylings of poingly.

there are things on my mind right now. but i won't tell you. ha!
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dan

text message from lippe:
"i just sang to myself 'walking with you is like talking to a modern art gallery.'"

thoughts on laurie anderson show later.
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dan

ps: galapagos! tomorrow night! 8pm! me!

ugh. i'm sick. it's saturday night. "i guess that makes it alright." quite the opposite, m'dearie. i had a very productive day, despite my weary state! i truged out to the copy store to get some presskit stuff together. i got a big stack of things to mail out on monday. i boiled potatoes for the first time. i made an orange juice/banana/raw garlic shake, a la kimya dawson. it was delicious and shocking. my stomach feels terrible. i don't know what i ate. i mean, it felt terrible before the shake. the shake actually made me feel a bit better. i'm super tired. whenever i get a cold my whole body just shuts down. i think i wore myself out over the past week or so.

that insane and glorious tour with the bloodsugars. trudging in the new york snow. joining huggabroomstik for a midnight freak out at bowery poetry club. planning thousands of shows and projects. typing up grant applications. spending vast amounts of emotional energy pondering how much i love creaky boards.

i've been reading "another country" by james baldwin. it's fantastic and depressing. but i'm too tired to read more. i'm actually too tired to type on this computer. but i needed a break from watching freaking jerry maguire on network tv. it's so manipulative. i hate that these people get together at the end. they're terrible for each other.

i wish i had some crackers.

i love you. i'm sick. write me a letter! take pity!
xoxo
dan

“When I read palms, I tell pasts better than I tell futures.”
“But we already know our pasts.”
“Yeah that’s why I don’t read very many palms.”
-old greek ladies at mike’s diner in astoria

also! josh garrett-davis just put out a really inspiring EP called "50 Ways to Save the Planet." you should email him to get it: joshgarrettdavis@yahoo.com

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dan

wow. a lot has happened since my last post. most of it i won't tell you.

things i will tell you:

1. this weekend was amazing. tour with the bloodsugars. jason rabinowitz is my favorite boy voice in all of new york. his band is incredibly badass. we played a bacchanalian houseparty in dc. dancing and singing into the wee hours with capitol area activists and lesbians. there was love had by many.

2. i lost my voice saturday night, and so i didn't sing with the band at our houseparty in philly the next day. i can't begin to describe how surreal and hilarious it was to watch them play those songs.

3. lots of private band things are happening. i think everything and everyone'll be okay.

4. i played solo at snapshot last night. it was great fun. it was at "boys room" but it seemed like everyone had a vagina. even the boys. best act of the night: nicole schneit. second best act: trannie boys and drag kings lipsyncing and acting out emo power ballads. hilarious and subversive without requiring any subtlety at all. i got to see a nice boy i had dinner with once. he's still nice!

5. a woman who works in the same place i work just had a death in her family. for a lot of horrible immigration reasons, she and the dead boy's mother might not be able to attend the funeral. it's so terrible. i'm not really one for praying, but i'm thinking about her and her family right now. and now, so are you.

6. happy birthday mom!

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dan