Earlier this month Private Commission published my play Unknown, the one that inspired The Unknown Play Project.

You can now purchase copies at Lulu.com (preferred option), on Amazon, at Barnes & Noble, and numerous other sites. Get your copies today (it’s only $8). And if you feel up for it, give it a quick review on the site you buy it from or on Goodreads.

If you’re in New York, and want to see this title in your local library (or other titles, for that matter), you can use this form to request that the library consider purchasing a copy. You can mention that it’s been nominated for a Lambda Literary Award when they ask for extra info.

Related Upcoming Event
I’ll be bringing a small chunk of the Unknown Play Project to:

Heels on Wheels presents… Opentoe Peepshow #20
Featuring Kama La Mackerel, rosza daniel lang/levitsky, Luz Cruz, Lena Solow, Alexis Clements, & more!

When: Sunday, Dec. 7 from 7:00pm – 10:00pm (doors open at 6:30pm)
Where: Branded Saloon, 603 Vanderbilt Ave, Brooklyn, New York 11238 (map)
Tickets: $5-10 sliding scale at the door

Performer bios here.

Into the Flats

“The waiting that one actually does now—in traffic jams or airport lines—acts to intensify resent­ment and competitiveness with those nearby. One of the superficial but piercing truisms about class society is that the rich never have to wait, and this feeds the desire to emulate wherever possible this particular privilege of the elite. The problem of waiting is tied to the larger issue of the incompatibility of 24/7 capitalism with any social behaviors that have a rhythmic pattern of action and pause. This would include any social exchange involving sharing, reciprocity, or cooperation.”
—Jonathan Crary, 24/7: Late Capitalism and the Ends of Sleep

The above photo was taken at the Bonneville Salt Flats while I was traveling in order to capture footage for the Unknown Play Project. What you are seeing is a car driving across a vast expanse of shallow water, headed toward the drier areas where the famous races take place at Bonneville. Great conflagrations of people hurtling into a vast and seemingly barren expanse.

Rhythm, pauses, the vibrations of the road beneath us, hurtling forward into our own expanse. Traveling light. I still haven’t figured out a terse way to describe my feelings or reflections on the trip, and I’m enjoying the fact that I don’t have to.

For a few years now I've kept a running log of the books I've been reading, mainly for my own interest, but also as a means of recommending and discussing books with others.

Latest Title

Apart, Catherine Taylor (Reading this one for Hyperallergic.)