Meta(mus)stache

It was 25 cents and came in a plastic bubble with a green top. I got excited.

I took a quarter out with my greasy fingers from the back of my "buffet jeans" (Chinese buffet in Burbank, CA), slipped it into that naughty slit, turned the metal knob and ttuk-ttuk-ttuk, it rolled down into my palm.

A mustache with an adhesive on the back.

Inspiration! I was hoping to receive the black one, but the chestnut will do.

What to expect: intellectual meandering, half formed mutant baby writing, video, or performance projects, on failing, the latest on my cookery, on things breaking or lifting (like my hearty-heart), grad student ranting, music, show reviews, shit talking, making sense of this crazy crazy city...