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This weekend was New York Leather Weekend, and I along with a number of other people volunteered to help the event come off. Which was lucky beacuase once I arrived to work at the Hot Ash Party on Saturday I got to meet the all-so-attractive jefferzephyr. As is polite practice among bloggers, we immediately got our cameras out to document the fact.

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Last night Thor was gracious enough to accompany me to the opening of Catherine Opie’s exhibition at the Guggenheim Museum. The show was a big walk down memory lane, with many images of the the LA and SF queer scenes of the early 90’s. It’s shocking to think of the way that that time, so casual, so intimate and about its outsiderness, is now heading into history. Museums tend to do that. There were many old friends in attendance as well, notably my CalArts classmate Judie Bamber.

Judie and I got together for some lunch today and then popped in to the opening of a group show I’m in this weekend That’s her in the lower right hand corner of the bottom picture.

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Woke up this morning, strolled into my bathroom and found a mouse sitting quietly in the drain. Unnerving. Clearly it had gotten in and could find no egress. Odds are it had been running around in there for most of the night, given the number of turds in the tub.

Clearly it wasn’t going anywhere, so I made myself some coffee and tried to figure out a plan of action. After a couple of sips I was reminded of something from chrisglass‘s website so I got up, emptied my recycling bin and broke off a tiny piece of dog biscuit and dabbed it into some peanut butter. I tossed it into the bin as bait and then put the bin on its side in the tub, while the mouse scrambled around the sloping porcelain walls trying to get away. Then it was waiting time, until the mouse calmed down, overcame its distrust of the bin and went for the snack. Once I knew it was inside I righted the bin and as the mouse leapt again and again for the opening, placed the plastic cover over top and walked downstairs and out to the curb, where I released the vermin into the wild of the city streets. Once out of the bin, It raced for a neighboring apartment building.

I know that the chances are fair that it will find its way back to my apartment, given where I turned it loose, but the alternatives seemed to be either taking it much further away or ending its life. I didn’t have the time for the former, and when I contemplated killing my captive, I found that I didn’t have the belly for the latter.