Archive for March 2012

The City Within the City

We spent family day at LACMA, visiting Chris Burden’s fantastically popular Metropolis II. We loved it- the energy, the million little twists and turns to look at, and, of course, the CHOO CHOOS! It was frenetic and oddly meditative at the same time.

I found it amusing that Chris Burden, an artist famous for having himself nailed (yes, nailed) to a Volkswagen, has created the cult fave activity for families in LA right now. Does this mean that the world is going to let me pen a children’s book someday? I hope so.

Stripped Stories in LA hosted by Giulia Rozzi & Margot Leitman!

STRIPPED STORIES returns to Los Angeles! Originating in NYC, Stripped Stories is the hit national sex-themed storytelling show where hosts Giulia Rozzi (MTV, VH1) & Margot Leitman (Spike TV, Conan O’Brien) invite comedians, musicians and guests to reveal hysterically honest stories about their sex lives. Giulia and Margot will also each reveal their own juicy stories amidst games, audience interviews and hookups… hopefully.

Hosted by Giulia Rozzi & Margot Leitman
With special guests:
* Jillian Lauren (author Some Girls and Pretty)
* Jeff Hiller (30 Rock)
* and music from Jennifer Hall (Up All Night)

Tickets are only $5 and THERE IS NO DRINK MINIMUM!

No reservations will be taken, just first come first served so get get there early (there’s a fantastic 1/2 priced happy hour from 5:30-7pm) and get your ticket at the door! Show starts at 8pm.

More info at strippedstories.com and lolasla.com

And… on Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/events/373925739315008/

Eat Your Heart Out, John Bonham


T rocks The Sweater Song.

The Hudson River Loft

The Hudson River Loft

http://www.facebook.com/events/363470073687246/

FEATURING:

JILLIAN LAUREN is the author of the novel, PRETTY, and of the New York Times bestselling memoir, SOME GIRLS: My Life in a Harem. Jillian has an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. Her writing has appeared in The Paris Review, The New York Times, Vanity Fair, Los Angeles Magazine, Flaunt Magazine, Opium Magazine, Society, Pale House: A Collective and in the anthologies My First Time: A Collection of First Punk Show Stories and Tarnished: True Tales of Innocence Lost. www.jillianlauren.com

JASON DIAMOND is a writer and editor who lives in New York City. He’s the founder of Vol. 1 Brooklyn, and the New York Deputy Editor of Flavorpill. His writing has been published by The New York Times, The Paris Review, Vice, NPR.org, the A.V. Club, Tablet, The Rumpus, Thought Catalog, and the Chicago Tribune. He’s currently at work on a book. He thinks it’s going to be awesome, and hopes that the book buying public does also.

HALLIE GOODMAN is a freelance writer and editor in Hudson New York, who enjoys referring to herself in the third person. Her work has appeared in Paper Magazine, Self Magazine, Redbook Magazine, The Knot Magazine, Chronogram, Women’s Health and countless newspapers including the world renowned, Register Star. She has penned popular blogs for MSN.com, Fitness Magazine, Lemon Drop and Yahoo Shine, among others. Hallie has performed at New York’s Upright Citizens Brigade Theater, The PIT and Comix. She loves your hair and hopes you win. www.halliegoodman.com

COURTNEY MAUM is a humor columnist for Electric Literature and writer for [adult swim], Courtney’s work has recently appeared online in Tin House, Blip, Bomb Magazine, The Rumpus, and others. A frequent reader at NY-based series and a Literary Death Match champion, she’s currently working on a collection of comic fiction. Find her on Twitter at @cmaum or at her satirical Department of Homeland Security twitter feed @githomesafe

JOSEPH RIIPPI’S books include A Cloth House (Housefire Publishing, 2012) and treesisters (Greying Ghost Press, 2012). He is also the author of the story collection The Orange Suitcase (Ampersand Books, 2011) and novel Do Something! Do Something! Do Something! (Ampersand Books, 2009). He lives with his wife in New York City. Say hello at www.josephriippi.com.

ROBB TODD, author of the collection Steal Me for Your Stories, used to be a broke journalist. He was broke in many cities all over the country before he abandoned that career to get paid much less to write stuff like this. He lives in New York City and has never seen a pigeon walk backwards.

KASSI UNDERWOOD’S essays have appeared in The New York Times and the New York Daily News, among other publications. She also reviews books for Publishers Weekly. She is an M.F.A. candidate in literary nonfiction at Columbia University, where she was a Teaching Fellow in the Undergraduate Writing Program. Currently working on a memoir about her quest for post-abortion therapies and cultural rituals, she lives in New York City with her partner, Travis, and their Beagle named Bug. www.kassiunderwood.com

DIRECTIONS:
NYC train people: You want to take the Amtrak to Hudson, New York. From there you can either walk (ten-fifteen minute easy walk) or call my cell phone and I will come get you. 425-268-3868. WALK: EXIT train. You’ll see a coffee shop across the street. Swing left and walk up the hill. At the top will be Warren Street. Take a right on it and continue to walk straight a few blocks until you see N. 4th Street. Take a left. You’ll see a large patio and the MUSICA store. I’ll have signs directing you to the entrance.

By Car: You can google direction the place: 17 N. 4th St. Hudson, NY 12534. N. 4th Street is a one way. Right before MUSICA and the patio is a road you can take a left on to a large parking lot. You can park there. You will see a sign on the door.

The reading starts at seven. We won’t have dinner here but we will have some light food and drinks. I suggest taking a train that comes in a few hours earlier, depending on if you want to go out to eat or anything. There are many restaurants and fun shops to see that are extremely close in walking distance.

True Lies

For the past couple of days my inbox has been full of, “Have you heard this, yet?” and, “Check this out!” and, “OMG, Mike Daisey!” The storytellers of the world are abuzz with this latest scandal, in which the much-lauded monologuist Mike Daisey is called out by This American Life for fabricating aspects of the story he told on the show, which was culled from his latest theater piece, The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs.

Now, I really respect Mike Daisey and he has a few monologues that I love- particularly the one he does about PT Barnum (ironically). I will tell you something that all storytellers know: some of every story is fiction. Every time you tell a story, you are further from the the actual event. Every time you tell a story, you are really telling a story about the story as you last told it. This is how stories live and breathe and transform. I would argue that this is how stories become MORE truthful, not less. But they often become less accurate. Truth is a slippery thing. There’s room for slipperiness in stories, just not in journalism.

And I believe that’s where Mike Daisey got into trouble- when he presented the story as journalism, which was probably never his intention. I can imagine that things just snowballed on him. The story blew up. Things got out of hand. And I suspect he rationalized his lies to himself by saying that there was so much good being done as a result. The story he told was about the genuinely terrible conditions of the workers in the Apple factory in China. Mike’s voice had a hand in those conditions changing. I sympathize with Mike, but at the same time I think his intentionally misleading people is inexcusable, regardless of the result.

I will also say that I saw The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs months ago, and it left a funny taste in my mouth. I didn’t much like it. Not because I doubted its veracity, but because I thought that Mike was so clearly manipulating the emotions of the audience for political reasons- in order to inspire action on their part that would facilitate a change that Mike wanted to see happen. In my opinion, that’s where art starts to turn into propaganda. At which point, I get a little less interested and a lot more guarded, regardless of how righteous the cause. So my complaint wasn’t that the piece was a lie, but rather that it was generally condescending and coercive.

As for lies, I’m going to tell some tonight.

I’m about to go stand on a stage tonight and tell a story about something that happened to me nearly twenty years ago. And I will look the audience members in the eye and I will say this line…

I stood at the bar and calculated that in two hours I had made exactly fifteen dollars.

And I will probably be lying. I have no idea if it was seventeen dollars or if it was twenty or if it was twelve. I will also say I bought a neon pink bikini, when the truth is that I can’t remember the color. Or I think that I can remember it, but I’m probably just remembering the last time I told the story. Tricky stuff, stories. Twisted stuff, memory.

But I will be telling the story of a girl who transformed herself into someone new overnight by simply imagining it to be true. And I will tell the story of how she only later realized that she should have been more careful about what she imagined. And that story, friends, is dead true.

Lost in Translation

Here is the cover for the Portuguese translation of Some Girls. I looked up the title. Apparently “comprada” means “purchased,” similar to Spanish. It’s interesting to me that none of the foreign translations have used the original title. I’ve been told that it’s because the Rolling Stones reference gets lost and that without it, it’s not as exciting. I’m just thrilled that the book is finding its way into so many different languages.

Highlights from MOTHER TONGUE

Here are some highlights from the recent NY performance of my solo show, MOTHER TONGUE. For those of you who haven’t heard me go on about it ad nauseam already, the show is a multi-character, autobiographical piece revolving around the themes of adoption, blood, tribe and identity. It follows my circuitous journey to get pregnant and, when that proves unsuccessful, to adopt T in Ethiopia.

Hang in until the end for some awesome pics of T. That’s one way to get your kids to be enthusiastic about your creative endeavors- include giant projected pictures of them.

Hope you enjoy.

The Happy Hour Story Experiment

Presented by Melinda Hill & Eve Sturges

Join comedian Melinda Hill (creator of LA Weekly comedy picks Tiger Lily, Story Time, Chat Room, & Girls Gone Weird) and writer Eve Sturges (creator ofwww.themagpielist.com) every Monday for an experimental hour of storytelling with their fancy, famous friends and exciting newcomers. The vibe is part fantastic party where accomplished artists start telling you their wildest secrets and part experimental theater. Anything goes when storytellers are picked from a hat and established performers share their current works in progress.

Details:
Every Monday fm 6:30- 8pm before Tiger Lily (named LA Weekly’s best Monday night stand up show)
Hollywood Studio Bar and Grill
6122 Sunset x Gower
In Gower Gulch
323-466-9917
Free parking, no cover, and happy hour food and drink specials.
Must purchase a drink or an entrée to participate (except booked guests)- sign up is at 6:30.

Micro-Aggressions

I love Cesca Leigh’s Shit White Girls Say To Black Girls. Can’t get enough of it. It so eloquently addresses micro-aggressions.

Micro-aggressions are described by Chester M Pierce as: brief and commonplace daily verbal, behavioral, or environmental indignities, whether intentional or unintentional, that communicate hostile, derogatory, or negative racial slights and insults toward people of other races.

I’m not a comedian, per-se, but I am a storyteller and I often find myself sharing a stage with comics. So I’m pretty comfortable getting in the ring and slugging it out with big, loud racism or sexism, or ability-ism (please tell me the right word for this if you’ve been to a liberal arts college more recently than me, which is to say anytime since the industrial revolution). I’ve cheerfully burned a few professional bridges by standing up at the mic and saying, “Hey, you’re an asshole and here’s why…” I have fond memories of an evening during which a woman stood up ahead of me and told a story in which the humor depended on the collective assumption that she should be horrified that her internet date turned out to have an adoptive kid with special needs. I followed and took it upon myself to point out that I could see why she was staying single.

But micro-aggressions are often more confusing. For some that I face regularly, I have memorized responses (He’s so lucky. No, we’re lucky.). But when I’m caught off guard, I often don’t know what to do.

For instance, I was recently in a doctor’s office getting ready for the painful removal of a surgical dressing, when he told me a story that involved a “big black guy” coming to his door at 6:30 at night. You know- someone who just didn’t look like he, “belonged in the neighborhood.” And I sat there with my mouth shut and didn’t say a thing. My friend in the waiting room heard the whole exchange. She put a picture of Tariku in my face when we walked out the door and said, “You know this is going to be the big black guy who doesn’t belong in his neighborhood, right?” And I was like- sue me. I didn’t want to have a big confrontation with the guy about to rip a bandage off my face, okay?

But then I was at a reading a couple of weeks ago and another reader began by describing a “dark lady with a mustache” on an airplane and I knew we were in for it. He went on to mock her accent and her eager friendliness, calling her “Gunga-din.” And again, I sat silently. I meant to speak to him afterward, but I was talking to readers; I was signing books. Then I had to run out so I could get home and let the babysitter go. I told myself there simply hadn’t been time. But there probably had. I was just overwhelmed with everything going on. I didn’t have the right words.

There isn’t always a mic in front of my face. And even when there is, the situations are sometimes delicate, the offense subtle. I can’t always find the right joke with which to counter. And those are the kind of moments that haunt me for days. Why did I stay silent? Was I being cowardly? Opportunistic? Should I have said something? And if so, what?

I don’t think there’s a way to get this perfect. But I’d like to get better at it. I think that opening up a dialogue is always a good start.

I’m fantasizing about doing a “Shit People Say to Trans-Racial Families” video (with all my spare time, but what the hell). Who’s with me? Leave a comment and tell me your pet-peeve micro-aggression. And if you’re in the LA area, let me know if you want to be in it!

I’ll start…

Is he yours?

This is T with Kristen Howerton’s kids, btw. Man, I love those peanuts. I’m totally recruiting them for the video.

T-Bone is Four Today!

Today is T’s actual birthday, but we celebrated on Sunday. Last year, I fought for our right to party. This year, I just called his two besties three days in advance and had them meet us at Descanso Gardens. We chowed Babycakes gluten-free brownie cake (best. ever.) and then let the boys ride the train until they almost threw up.

That was it, folks. And it was such a great, sun-dappled, mellow day.

I could say all that stuff- I can’t believe how big he is. He’s growing up so fast. Blah blah. And it’s all true. But mostly, his birthday stuns me because I look at him and think how much he survived to get here. I marvel at the resilience of his joyful heart. It’s the honor of my life to witness the miracle that is him in this world.

Mike Kelley 1954-2012

Mike Kelley was my neighbor. Or at least his work was my neighbor. His studio was in the Farley Building at the corner of our street. I took this picture of the discarded flowers after his memorial. For a couple of days last weekend, his videos played on a huge screen in his studio while people came and went. We wandered through and felt a little bit like grief tourists, so we didn’t stay long.

I met him a couple of times, but we didn’t really know him. T likes to ride his scooter around the parking lot behind the Farley Building and I always loved to peek in the back door, to catch glimpses of the process.

I find Mike Kelley’s work challenging and inspiring. I had weird moments of synchronicity with it. Shortly after he moved into the Farley Building, Scott and I walked into a bookstore in NY and there was a huge Destroy All Monsters installation. We bought a signed copy of one of his movies. We found it kind of wonderful and kind of unwatchable at the same time.

I’m saddened by the news of his suicide. In some part because my hope is that as artists, our work somehow redeems our suffering. Of course, some suffering is irredeemable. Some suffering is unendurable.

And as with all things, being a mother has totally transformed the lens through which I view the world. I always look at suicides now and think- that was someone’s baby.

He’s a loss to the world. And to our small corner of it.

TWO-HEADED BEAST: A Storytelling Show

You are invited to the thirteenth TWO-HEADED BEAST: A Storytelling Show, curated by Dave Ross & Jake Weisman!

Please come enjoy original, personal stories from all sorts of weirdos, including authors, professional storytellers, comedians, television personalities and many others!

Here’s the INCREDIBLE line-up:

LOUIS KATZ
JARROD HARRIS
JILLIAN LAUREN
KIMBERLY CLARK
AHMED BHAROOCHA

Hosted by:
DAVE ROSS
and
JAKE WEISMAN

There will be kittens!!!

Also, there will be dinner, including all sorts of cheap cafe specials from the delicious Stories Books & Cafe kitchen!

And the show is ABSOLUTELY FREE!!!

See you at 8 pm!!!