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Does Your Christmas Need Some Krampus?
Mine did, but I didn’t know it! Not until I took a shortcut through a little neighborhood trying to avoid shopping traffic last weekend and saw this: Do you see it? One of these things is not like the others, right? What? The? Holy? Fuck?! It has plastic hands but that is fur of some kind. I took a friend by the next day in the rain and it looked even crazier when it was soaked. It reminds me of Ethan’s books on extinct Ice Age animals, so I’ve been calling it a sloth. But my friend Gina was like, “That’s a Krampus!” Neither is quite right. I’m just going…
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Double Sided
I spent the summer of 2001 working (unpaid) for a small artists’ venture called St. Jayne’s Theatre Company. The company was founded by a girl I knew from college, who I would have described as a “frenemy” if we had that word back then. She was passionate and driven and was dying to produce good theatre. But she could also be vain, obstinate, and a bit of a drama queen. I was concerned when she asked me to be on her board of directors because I didn’t trust her leadership and I was worried the project would end badly. I also wanted to be making theatre and there were a…
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Pride
The first time I went to the Pride Festival in Salt Lake City back in the 90s, it was a fairly small affair. Don’t get me wrong; it was a good sized party and plenty of people came, but not so many that you wouldn’t bump into your friends without making a big deal over it. Which was good because I didn’t have a cell phone back then. There was a free speech corner for the protesters, and there were a decent number of those. And there were booths but it didn’t have a lot of art or stuff for sale. I would say it was fun with freaky elements,…