If you were having spinal surgery in Los Angeles County on the morning of Thursday, February 12th, you may be inclined to continue reading.  In our time spent apart, dear readers, I regret to inform you that I have found myself cast far, far away from the shore of Project 2026; this indistinct cause to which I have become wholly immersed. In my devotion, I have encountered moments of strange connection, brief flashes in which the hollow traditions of clubbing or online dating

Throughout the Middle Ages and into the 19th century, a specific form of punishment was derived for “scolds” – (mostly) women who gossiped, talked too loudly, or were otherwise deemed social nuisances. These scolds were strapped, typically in a town square, to a “cucking stool,” which was a specially designed chair meant to publicly humiliate the accused, or to dunk them in water (which is also referred to as a ducking chair). The work “cuck” originally referenced the sound m

There are theaters everywhere for those with eyes to see, or however the saying goes.  Sometimes you’re in the audience, and other times, on certain special occasions, you’re the one on stage, trying not to forget your lines. It’s either dinner and a show, or dinner and you’re the show.  This week, the Project 2026 ensemble was a bit of both.  We begin our latest escapade on a Wednesday evening. January 21st. My room. Mathilde, Lam, and I are preparing to go on our first offi

The beginning of something is usually the hardest part to conceptualize, especially when it’s derived from the shrouded corners and cubby holes of the everyday, these spaces we rarely give pause to. You don’t always imagine that projects of great significance will begin in these small places. You – I  – expect some great epiphany that arrests and seduces, a place that will one day become a public monument. This project begins in a place most ubiquitous and private: my friend