Author: Lee Harrington

4pm – Shanghai Art Museum I’m incredibly taken by the humor in some of the oversized “traditional style” paintings that are featured in Gallery 1… A traditionally dressed woman carrying a megaphone and flag surrounded by Chinese tourists, all gray. Three fruits in layers of inks, modern apartment complexes drawn in the style for old cityscapes… great humor, great sadness, great drawing upon old inspirations towards modern themes. The traditional mode and subject pieces don’t take me as much, with the exception of a Great Wall piece whose use of perspective leaves me dizzy. Medical Operations as if an old…

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3pm 08 March ’04 – Bus Terra Cotta -> Xian Grit & desperation mingles with dust, smoke and begging for a dime, buy one more, one more. Overwhelmed turn flip overwhelmed again. People can’t be people have to see objects see pictures see grit & desperation. 10am 09 March ’04 – Xi’An -> Shanghai For my Lamb: Wait for me On hand and knee And I will grant thee such gifts That cannot be told In these few Short Words ****************** After Eight Friend Changing Club. Total locals meat market, but polite, with scrolling personals ads, telephone numbers over tables,…

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8am, 06 March ’04 – Bus to Great Wall Whirlwind indeed! Taintan -> Forbidden City -> Tienamen -> Raitan Park -> Yabao Lu -> Pearl Market -> Dinner… I seem to have an obsession this trip, taking pictures of cleaning people & children. Can’t think… the woman at the front of the buss, Jessica, is babbling on, filling time & brain cells. Cranes everywhere. Red balloons. Red flags. Red the blood, the memory, the earth beneath my Carolina boots. Red the neon. Red the lanterns. Red the 2nd cheongsam, the 2nd dress of 3. 8am, 07 March ’04 – Plane…

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3 March 04 4pm PST 1 up and off to Japan, somewhere over Alaska right now. In Tokyo it is Doll Day today, aka Girls Day – pink burning bright as I snapped this morning at the nice girl behind the counter with her “good girl” pins that set back feminism by 50 years. I left PDX at 7:30am yesterday after leaving home at 5, off to downtown, to my required Starbucks Venti Non-fat Steamed Mint Milk. Photo geeking with a stranger, then bus to slumber heading north, trying to learn a bit about China before I get there. Mi…

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The movie was quite fun. I was especially impressed by the detail of design (esp. the credits), the director’s eye for the magnificent that made it truly come alive, and some playful charachter development of the youth. I adore the new Dumbeldorf too… I got home to find the following on my computer, having not turned MSN chat off on my laptop before leaving: Me: You know I’m supposed to be more entertaining than a Hotel Mini-Bar. Him: You know you don’t really have to do anything for that? You’d make a wonderful artistic installation, even without conversation or obvious…

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Tonight, over dinner (Sushi Takahasi in SE Portland), Furry’s family and I discussed plans for Orlando at the end of October, plans for weddings, plans for life as we toasted 3 years pass when his crystal began to flash. His brother’s fiancee really is a lovely lady. His brother, as always, rocks, showing up with a twisted ankle from their white water rafting trip. His mother travels as much as I do. The fortune cookie read: Your talents will be recognized and suitably rewarded News I needed 🙂 I just sent off my bio for Dark Oddessey– it was fun…

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Sunday I asked for K3 to move the alarm… he either didn’t or I slept through it. Either way, at 2pm I get a call from MorTis asking where I was- my class was starting. Eeek! I threw on some quick clothes and rushed downstairs, and started handing out… the wrong handout. Ugh. I had 2 classes back to back, and I’d forgotten which came first. Luckily the class was understanding, and both classes came off great. Kama Sutra Bondage was a blast, with my finishing pose being a 2-person suspension with them in a 69 in midair. It was…

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Saturday morning started off in a fairly unexpected yet partially planned way. I had talked with K3 the day before about the fact that ya know, I am interested in you, but you like to hurt people, and I can’t be bruised. He of course asked “So where *can* I mark you?” I, like the smart ass that I am responded: On my mons, my labia, the top of my head and the inside of my ass. He tried to bruise all of them and succeeded in the first 3. Whoever taught K3 his techniques as a lover should be…

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On Thursday morning I headed downtown to meet up with Blue and Widow Centauri. They had called me the night before, asking we wanted to shoot in Chicago- hell yes! Widow, for all her eccentricities, is one of my favorite models, and getting to do some in-the-water pics of her in the giant hot tub at her hotel sounded great. From latex outfit to latex outfit, nudes and clowns, we got in quite a variety in an hour of non-stop picture taking- it’s amazing how much content you can get when under a deadline. The plan was to go from…

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I awoke at Boymeat’s place, and spent a half hour on the phone with a student of mine in DC, arranging our schedules and talking about desire and intent. When R and Boymeat finally woke up, we had nibbles, took a tour on the rooftop walkway overlooking the river, and then put me on the train heading towards downtown. I adore the subway. It’s strange but true. That you can have passing connection with strangers- eyes caught in a glint of light and romance for 1.2 seconds as you rush to catch the train, or be left totally alone with…

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