Momma's Got a Brand New Nose

At left, the old fucked-up nose, and noseless mask, taken at Cafe Flore in the Castro.

I had to go Nose shopping yesterday at Kryolan because my old nose was wrecked from years of abuse. (I haven't warmed up to the new nose yet.) Anyway, I went to the audition this morning for New College's Experimental Performance Institute that I had mentioned in a previous entry... Wow, WEIRD audition. I need some major time to process it. Anyway, Madame G. made a splash-- she even ended up meeting the President of the college. It's a very small informal college!

I took along my old sign along that says "Impeach Bush or Aliens Will Land in my Wig"-- to show them what my street theater work has been like over the years. Yah, that message went over very well at this school. Bunch of friggin' hippies!

Confusion as to whether this is the right place to plant myself or not.