Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me

Last night a dee-jay saved my life. It was me. I was spinning a fresh mix of R & B, pop and current dancey tracks from England. It was going over well... even I was dancing between segues. I was playing a lot of Michael - like everyone else in the whole world probably. I always play Michael. I played it last week and they went nuts - as they always do. It is a sure shot. I played a bootleg mix of Butterflies and suddenly a long series of images started flashing in my head. Big moments from my life...babies being born, people dying, moments of great joy, moments of utter hopelessness... and they had all been set to the music of Michael Jackson. It has been playing since I have been able to listen. I got choked up. I kept my head down to hide the tears, but they dripped out onto the mixer and that made me even more emotional. At that moment I realized that I always made fun of Michael Jackson for so many years because I had been made fun of myself so many times in my early life. I recognized that fact and forgiveness came immediately. For myself, for others, for Michael and Janet and even LaToya and all the others including Rebie who I love the best. I was way too involved at this point. Emotional is something I am...very. Dee-jaying can be very serious sometimes.

I love this video.

RIP Michael. Long live Quincy Jones.

You look around for inspiration but you can't find it...you see that button that takes you to the "compose an entry" page...

you think...

"I have no ideas today. Better not blog it. Couldn't blog it if I tried, anyhow. But what about my 40,000 hits a day average? What about all that pressure from all those perfect strangers - my readers - the ones who email me questions that I don't have answers for?...many of whom are from Thailand?" 

It's all too weird.

Today I felt like I was in trouble for something - but I hadn't done anything wrong. Have you ever felt like that? 

I'm always in trouble anyway...and as Dawn Davenport said right out in class, "I didn't do one thing."

SUDDENLY ON SEVENTH AVENUE:

A special delivery from a spirit mentor....unexpectedly delivered on the way home from the gym. The message in his eyes came right through time. "aMUSE me.

vitamin shots, gym, subway, taza de oro, back to the studio.

It's all the same.

Did you know "museum" is changed from the original "muselon"-a place where the muses were worshipped? I honestly love worshipping a muse. What artist doesn't? The pictures are superior to any I've ever taken and the ones that no one will ever see are even better. They are of heaven.

It's very religious sounding...but it kind of is religious.

You can buy sneakers and customize them. Paint markers make it happen.

I always say "Kmark" since the first time I heard Shirley Q. say it.

Im busy. I'm so busy. I got millions to make and a million pictures to take.

You want to look like a dancer? Eat like a dancer. (Also smoking. It helps.)

This time I will heed the warning. It's written right there in yellow and black.

I can't stop looking at Aishwarya. 

I WONDER WHY?

It's the battle of the emeralds. Bring them glittering. NO CONTACTS - YOU WILL BE CHOPPED.

KABOOM.

expect bombs.

now click away.

Quite a few celebrities in the hood lately, just walking around like regular people. The nerve.

I reached a goal yesterday. I accomplished an objective after two years of hard work. Immediately I had no purpose. No reason. The lesson is, "always have two goals in case you actually reach one."

You gotta have a goal.

Exotarican.

The most exciting thing is all the new views. I'm going there everyday. If you need me I'll be on the HIGH LINE.

OK. bye.

Must be GAY PRIDE MONTH at the Cuntetiquette Post

The men's Rustler plain black denim jeans under ten dollars NOW at KMART.

How did they not get Kanye for Kmart?? K?

This just in from San Fran Sissyco. Book now - it won't last.

Love this invite. Keep it simplicity. That's my bread and Butterick. (ouch)

Gay Pride Bana. Gay Pride Bana. Gay Pride Bana. (woop woop)

Last night there were the most romantic clouds across the moon over Manhattan. I always think of this song when I see that.

...see you on the dancefloor.

It's just a jumble post. All kinds of things...things like this-

High Visibility Eyewear. 

I was gonna blog about Star Trek but my haitressing shift is over for tonight.

Let me condense it:

Spocks ears were good except in one scene when he was a boy being scolded by his father after being in a fight at "school." The kid was lit from behind and you could see througt the tip and make out the outline of his real ear. Illusion blown. This film is unacceptable entertainment.

Too much camera shake = Excedrin headache.

Why did McCoy have to say 10cc's of CORTISONE? That's a pharmaceutical brand name from the fifties. Script editing.

OK - the hum dinger of the whole thing (and I was really trying to love this movie) ...

The one thing that killed two hours valuable gym time...

The single most irritating and rotten detail of the whole movie -

Uhura's earrings.

I don't even like typing that.

I'm all nervous and riled up again.

A glass blob hanging from a wire through the ear. An opportunity missed.

The best ears are Chekov's. All natural.

very nice. Simply two very nice ears.

Upper West side. The final frontier.

You can use this track to make people leave when you are Deejaying. Free tip.

I KNEW IT!  as I predicted WHITNEY IS BACK THIS YEAR. It's so good to be right ALL THE TIME.

I can't wait for Summer to be over so we can see what Whitney has cookin. Everything I have heard through the grapevine is that she is really getting it together - is healthy and happy and ready to take over again. THANK GOD we need talent not teenagers.

OUCH!

another CLASSIC for your summer playlist.

Next Thursday night. Im your music maestro. Gaiety guaranteed.

It's nice downtown. I had a very nice visit to The National Museum of The American Indian . There's a great exhibit of dresses there. That's kind of gay pride..right? Native American tribes for the most part revered gay people an considered them good luck. They were often the psychiatrist of  the tribe. Sometimes they were warriors - the most feared of all. They often fought as a couple. Think about it. I wouldn't want to face an angry couple of gays on horseback - would you? Gay heritage - where is it? It's always so hard to dig up...but it's there - always has been. anyhoozle...

Here's a fresh idea in fashion marketing. Sell the whole outfit held together with a matching rubber band.

This ensemble is part of the Duane and Reade collection. This is the kind of idea that fashion needs now. A radical new approach to marketing that delivers the look for under ten dollars. ...caught my eye right away. Translate Duane and Reade to Victor and Rolf and you've got the next big thing. trust.

and another thing...go greek. everybody's doing it for summer.

...sandals, oily hair - the whole bit. stop waxing. get drunk. it's the summer trend.

wait a minute. hold it right there. is it gay pride month already?

OH MARY!

2 gay.

At last summer but the all sunlight has been diffused and reflected.  After four days I escaped my perfectly lit world.

As far away as I can get (from the city.)

As close as I am allowed to get (to heaven.)

 New reflections - New York is changing.  So am I. You can't just crawl in a hole.