November 2008 Archives
So, Joey Kipp is probably the friendliest kid you're likely to meet in a gay bar in New York City. I mean just look at this guy! And so, in a scene with so many big meanies, it feels particularly outrageous that, of all the gay boys in the city, Joey was the one who got bashed on Thursday night, on his way home from Thanksgiving dinner. Not that anyone would have deserved it, but STILL. Joey? C'MON, universe! What gives?!
Here is the bulletin that he posted on his MySpace page:
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Dear Frien
Last night
I fough
I am physi
Love,
Joey
For the past few years, whenever I visit my parents' house, I become obsessed with a bass-heavy rock or pop song. Last year it was "Gigantic" by the Pixies. This year, praise the Lord, it's this:
Love
Dan
Love
Dan
I am chilling at my parents' house and I feel like this:
Love
Dan
Love
Dan
My roommate is moving out. When I got home tonight, most of her furniture was gone, which means most of THE furniture was gone. When I moved in three years ago, she had already been living here for two years. The place was totally furnished. I sold most of my stuff to my previous roommate, and so I moved in un-hindered with objects or possessions. They felt burdensome, and I was glad to see them go. Now I want some of them back. My apartment is, temporarily, so spare, so hollow.
I should be asleep, getting rested for tomorrow night's reading, but instead I find myself mourning the loss of my home, even though I still have my home.
I've said goodbye to so many things in the last few months. The struggle has been to see each loss as a gain -- to see each cataclysm as a clean slate. And so I'm trying, as I look around this shell of an apartment, to see the home I am going to build, and not just the negative space of the home I once had.
How is it possible, after five years in this city, to suddenly feel so new, so unattached, so rootless?
If you have an answer to that question, you can tell me tomorrow night...
Monday, November 17th
YOU WILL EXPERIENCE SILENCE
(formerly called "The Last Chanukah")
a reading of a work-in-progress
at Dixon Place (161 Chrystie Street)
8pm, $15 / $12 students/seniors
Written by Dan Fishback, Starring Dan Fishback, Joseph Keckler, Max Steele, Cole Escola & Elizabeth Gimbel
www.dixonplace.org
I should be asleep, getting rested for tomorrow night's reading, but instead I find myself mourning the loss of my home, even though I still have my home.
I've said goodbye to so many things in the last few months. The struggle has been to see each loss as a gain -- to see each cataclysm as a clean slate. And so I'm trying, as I look around this shell of an apartment, to see the home I am going to build, and not just the negative space of the home I once had.
How is it possible, after five years in this city, to suddenly feel so new, so unattached, so rootless?
If you have an answer to that question, you can tell me tomorrow night...
Monday, November 17th
YOU WILL EXPERIENCE SILENCE
(formerly called "The Last Chanukah")
a reading of a work-in-progress
at Dixon Place (161 Chrystie Street)
8pm, $15 / $12 students/seniors
Written by Dan Fishback, Starring Dan Fishback, Joseph Keckler, Max Steele, Cole Escola & Elizabeth Gimbel
Phoebe's away for the weekend, and she's letting me use her apartment to get ready for my play. Not this one, though:
Love
Dan
Love
Dan
Ardi and I went to the anti-Prop 8 protest at the Mormon Temple.
Everyone loved our sign. The slogan was Ardi's idea, but I thought about just writing, "NOT COOL, GUYS." Anyway, it was the nicest-smelling and best-dressed protest I've ever attended. Not very many good chants, though. I tried to get Justin Bond to lead us in "God Hates Fags," but he didn't remember the lyrics. It's probably just as well.
Mormons. Can you believe it?
Love
Dan
Mormons. Can you believe it?
Love
Dan
Number of Iraqi civilians killed in fighting since the War started: 96,976
Number of American soldiers killed in fighting since the War started: 4,190
Total: 101,166
I'm going to type that out: One Hundred and One Thousand, One Hundred Sixty Six people. None of these people had to die. We have finally, finally realized this simple fact.
Last night in Harlem, on 125th street and Malcom X Avenue, people were hugging, shaking hands, screaming in each other's faces, throwing themselves on the hoods of cars, surrounding buses and slamming on windows. We drummed on trash cans and made up cheers and cried and sang. Black folks, white folks, latinos, Asians - everybody. An elderly man in an Obama t-shirt stood against a building, watching our frenzy. His face remained perfectly still, though water poured from his eyes in a steady stream, like a faucet.
Number of American soldiers killed in fighting since the War started: 4,190
Total: 101,166
I'm going to type that out: One Hundred and One Thousand, One Hundred Sixty Six people. None of these people had to die. We have finally, finally realized this simple fact.
Last night in Harlem, on 125th street and Malcom X Avenue, people were hugging, shaking hands, screaming in each other's faces, throwing themselves on the hoods of cars, surrounding buses and slamming on windows. We drummed on trash cans and made up cheers and cried and sang. Black folks, white folks, latinos, Asians - everybody. An elderly man in an Obama t-shirt stood against a building, watching our frenzy. His face remained perfectly still, though water poured from his eyes in a steady stream, like a faucet.
Best birthday present ever.
Love,
Dan
Love,
Dan
I just sent this to my mailing list:
Hey guys,
I'm in the woods, on a Six Points Fellowship retreat. But, if I had my druthers, I'd be on your street, knocking on your door, reminding you to vote tomorrow. So much of my world-view has been shaped by eight years of resenting the executive branch of government. And so the notion of change feels so personal. I can feel it in my loins. I can feel it in the tender spaces between my loins. I can feel it in the subcockles of the guts of the tender spaces between my loins.
Election day is also my birthday. It's also the 20th anniversary of the R.E.M. album "Green." And so I'll be at the Sidewalk Cafe, re-creating that album with my friends, with the election results projected behind us. That's at 9:30pm, tomorrow night. Scroll down for details!
Love
Dan
P.S.: Mark your calendars! We're reading my new play at Dixon Place on November 17th!
P.S.1: There's a 50% off sale at the Fortified Store, where you can get your favorite anti-folk CDs, including albums by me and Cheese On Bread!!!
Tuesday, November 4th, 9:30pm
ELECTION NIGHT AT SIDEWALK CAFE
Anti-Folkers Recreate R.E.M.'s GREEN!
94 Avenue A, FREE, Two Drink Min
Performed by:
Liv Carrow, Peter Dizozza, Dan Fishback, Casey Holford + Daoud Tyler-Ameen, Phoebe Kreutz, and Ben Krieger
Election results projected behind them!
Hey guys,
I'm in the woods, on a Six Points Fellowship retreat. But, if I had my druthers, I'd be on your street, knocking on your door, reminding you to vote tomorrow. So much of my world-view has been shaped by eight years of resenting the executive branch of government. And so the notion of change feels so personal. I can feel it in my loins. I can feel it in the tender spaces between my loins. I can feel it in the subcockles of the guts of the tender spaces between my loins.
Election day is also my birthday. It's also the 20th anniversary of the R.E.M. album "Green." And so I'll be at the Sidewalk Cafe, re-creating that album with my friends, with the election results projected behind us. That's at 9:30pm, tomorrow night. Scroll down for details!
Love
Dan
P.S.: Mark your calendars! We're reading my new play at Dixon Place on November 17th!
P.S.1: There's a 50% off sale at the Fortified Store, where you can get your favorite anti-folk CDs, including albums by me and Cheese On Bread!!!
Tuesday, November 4th, 9:30pm
ELECTION NIGHT AT SIDEWALK CAFE
Anti-Folkers Recreate R.E.M.'s GREEN!
94 Avenue A, FREE, Two Drink Min
Performed by:
Liv Carrow, Peter Dizozza, Dan Fishback, Casey Holford + Daoud Tyler-Ameen, Phoebe Kreutz, and Ben Krieger
Election results projected behind them!
When I come back from the woods, it will be my birthday, which is election day. After that, who the crap knows! It feels weird to be going away from civilization at this strange and hysterical moment. I want to be on your street, knocking on your door. Wanna talk about the future?
Love
Dan
Love
Dan
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