Returning home from Turkey has been a mild culture shock I still don’t think I’m over; whereas before I did yoga twice a day, ate fresh vegetarian meals, and my most difficult decision consisted of whether to read in the hammock or swim in the Mediterranean — I have come home to an avalanche of work, raging forest fires, and my cat bleeding from the head*[1]
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I’m doing another performance for Mortified Live SF, where people stand up on stage and read edited material from their childhood / teenage years. I am once again reading a series of diary entries of when I was in Junior High and took a militaristic approach to making my crush fall in love with me… (didn’t work). But I got some good embarassing material out of it, which is what counts in life.

And my mug seems to have made the Mortified website (far right, wincing – that wince is for you, Aaron!) Come witness my humiliation Friday, June 27 and Saturday, June 28 at the Make Out Room (Google Map) in San Francisco at 8pm.

I leave the country for three weeks, and I come back to discover Hill has dropped out of the race, gas is over $4 a gallon, and this is what passes for viable music subjects:

 
Kid Sister ft. Kanye West – “Pro Nails” from Ruben Fleischer on Vimeo.

Mani-Pedis? Oh, Kanye… And to think, I was just making headway in Arab-American relations.

Not known for her camerawork, your humble author still manages to capture a moment of what makes Turkey so spellbinding.

(Blue Mosque)