Space Age Love Song

Music: Trashcan Sinatras: Weightlifting Well, I have just finished winnowing my paper for delivery tomorrow morning at the Louisiana Communcation Association Conference in New Orleans. I'm curious about this conference (which was put together by a recent LSU grad and friend of mine)--about what to expect. I hear it's casual but I'm confused about what that means (tie or no tie? jacket?). In my paper I added mention of William S. Burrough's story about the "man who taught his asshole how to talk." Surely those who haunt the quarter will not be offended by scat, right?

It's all about the Symbolic, in the END.

I am much more excited about seeing the original line-up of A Flock of Seagulls LIVE AT THE HOUSE OF BLUES Saturday night! AFOS "best of" was one of the first cassettes I purchased as a young person discovering all sorts of things (not necessarily sexuality, but certainly new hair-styles, as well as Olivia Newton John and Hall & Oats). Me, Shaun, a very cool new grad Ben, and Meredith-the-badass-Lawyer-Wanna-Be are meeting up with some folks there--Jess and Linda--and then afterward wandering deeper along Decatur, getting our learn on for "sensuous knowledge." I'll be giving Jen the MASTERPIERCER a buzz after the show for a hook up (Jenn works at the Rings of Desire, which I like to refer to as the "holes of desire," personally). Jen has the most amazing tatoos ever--my favorites by far. I'll try to photograph them this weekend and post them here.

Anyhoo, I've not gone out on the town in a while, so this little "conference" trip is overdue. We start slogging again on Monday. Ho-hum.