and while I am still (or again) on the subject

It occurred to me yesterday that in fact the 80's version of the culture war entirely backfired in my case. I definitely started figuring out how to hook up with the queer arts community because of the censoring of Mapplethorpe in specific. I saw his photos in the newspaper -- specifically, his last self-portrait -- and something clicked. I knew this was some powerful stuff and I wanted to learn more. A lot more. And look what happened!

(P.S. This also probably feeds into my utter contempt at the idea of discussing "What Is Art?" at the dinner table once upon a time.)

Typo of the Year

Am now idly contemplating what a dual-degree MFA/MPH graduate program would look like, exactly.