BEEEEES!

Busy, that is.

"So many things to do in the lab, so many things to do..."

It's been a crazy 3 1/2 months. I think mostly because I've been telling my neuroses to go S a B of Ds. I have a thing about crowds, strangers, talking to people, or calling strangers on the phone.

• I volunteered at the Gay Experimental Film Festival, DOCNYC at the IFC Center, and now consistently help with installation/de-installation/calming the mob with treats at the WAH Center in Brooklyn during its exhibitions.
• I interviewed a director of marketing at a credit union for an article I wrote for a website -- badly. I was so nervous and awkward and sweaty.
• As part of a personal side project, I stood in Times Square with a blindfold, ear plugs, nose plugs and a mouthful of Anbesol.

Because it's time I grew out. Not "up" in the sense of being an adult, because what does being an "adult" mean? Does it mean buying a house? Getting married? Reproducing? Acquiring an animal?

No, we know this. You don't have to be a mature human being to be approved for a mortgage, join a sperm with an egg or pick up a free cat from an ad you saw on Craigslist.

I'm growing out. Out into the world like an octopus. Or like that horrifying creature in Phantoms. Yay for personal exploration!