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Most dumb labels for consumers are the result of litigation.
My tube of toothpaste directs me to "Squeeze from bottom. Push towards cap."
Does this mean squeezing the middle and/or directing paste away from the cap resulted in bodily injury? So strange.
Greetings from Denver, the Mile High City. Lunamania is here for a conference and experimenting with adjusted alcohol tolerance in the extreme altitude.
Denver takes this "mile" theme seriously. Not only is elevation over 5000 ft, but it's roughly one mile from the airport gate to the tram that takes you another mile to the baggage claim terminal. From there I walked another quarter mile to the baggage carousel. After a 45 minute shuttle ride through the flattest landscape ever, I arrived at the hotel in downtown Denver. I roamed outside for a cup of coffee and walked along the mile long outdoor mall.
I haven't been in this city since the summer of '92 when I spent a few months as an intern at an organizing project in Five Points. Those were days of door knocking bullet pocked housing projects, dodging sky splitting late afernoon thunderstorms, and learning how to navigate being Asian in a town where our presence has been erased. I say erased because there is actually a history of Japanese American immigration in and around Denver. My great-grandfather immigrated to Brighton around the turn of the 20th century. That's a small farming town right outside of Denver. He farmed and grew grapes and other fruit. There was even a Japanese school and church that my grandma attended on weekends. During my summer stint, my dad came to visit and we rented a car and drove out to see the town. We got to see the well that my great-grandfather dug and I got to terrify my dad with my newly acquired driving skillz.
I hear folks from Michican use their right hand to illustrate geography, Denver uses the Rockies. The mountains signify West and for the directionally challenged like myself, that's a good thing.
Sweet Sessions, Thanksgiving in June, grilling in Brooklyn, a trip to the disturbing Morgan Library, a clinic reunion/send-off, Peter Luger steaks, Japanese breakfast, staying up late with good friends and roaming the streets w/Elaine---my visit to New York was fun, but too short. I've been so wound up that I feel like it took me a whole week just to decompress. Not sure if I was all that successful at unwinding, but fully exploring that issue will have to wait for another entry.
More photos for sharing will come soon, but for now here's a picture from the Restless Produxns yearbook.
The rumors are true. I will be here this Saturday. (Click on flyer for more details.) Here being the hottest party for queer people of color after Brooklyn Pride. More importantly, I'll be joining my Restless Produxns peoples in closing down our labor of love. Yes, after 4 years of fun and games, this is the Sweet Sessions "retirement" party. The AARP has called us old folks home. We are going out in style at the Outpost. I'll be spinning a short set and would love to see the neglected citizens of Lunamania there. Rawk!