Twitter is a new micro-blogging thing where you send posts (called tweets) of up to 140 characters about what you’re doing. You can see my latest tweets over in the orange box in the sidebar, my Twitter page, or join Twitter and get them sent to your phone as IMs. I’ll be tweeting all month. See what happens.

When I was a child my mother’s 1970’s Wilton Cake decorating catalogs were my porn. I’ve since rebuilt my collection via ebay. The cakes were delicious, I’m sure - but the design, I could savor it for days.

The places you find walking by the LA river.

The Fight Club author just started touring to promote his new novel, Rant, but he’s also promoting books he didn’t write–like, mine. In San Francisco earlier this week, he described Obscene Interiors as, “the funniest, dirtiest, book I have seen in years,” then gave out coppies durring the Q&A. (He’s also giving away Monica Drake’s debut novel, Clown Girl, which I haven’t yet read.) I never thought my book was that dirty, I mean, it’s not like I wrote about guys getting their intestines sucked out through their anus while masturbating in a hot tub.

Join me Monday, May 9th at Vroman’s Bookstore, 695 E. Colorado Blvd. Pasadena CA 91101 for his only planned LA appearance. There’s bonus prizes if you come wearing a a wedding dress (males and females), it’s related to the novel somehow. His other book tour dates are here.

See me at Slideshow, a monthly production with performers telling their stories, both fiction and non-, with slides, of course.

I’ll be telling a disturbing tale from my teen years in Fargo, featuring sex, theft, voyeurism, and moonlit gardening.

Pay $10 at the door but make a reservation to guarantee a seat - Call: (323) 692-3086.

Show is Sat May 19 at 8pm. The Fake Gallery is at 4319 Melrose in LA, 90029, near Vermont by Scoops and the Faultline, but we’ll have the free beer and wine.

Someone over at Dior thought Victoire de Castellane’s new flower and insect-heavy jewelry collection needed it’s own island inside Second Life. I made a visit, filmed it, and set it to Philip Glass, resulting in overly dramatic virtual home movie.

Despite barely having a handle on my real life, last night I joined Second Life, the online simulated world. After shopping at the adidas store, and lurking in the “gay forest” watching a winged bear bothering some deer, I ran into an author I once sat next to at a book signing, then somehow ended up at a pirate-themed bar chatting with a guy from SanFrancisco. Which, now that I think of it, is basically a normal day in my real life - even the winged bear part.

If you haven’t joined Second life I highly recommend it. It’s more fun than the standard online chat room. And it’s not a “game” so you’re not required to do anything.
(I know the hair is not a faithful rendering of my own, but I’m working on it.)

And online translation of their description of my appearance reads:

INTERVIEW - INTERIEURS OBSCENES: You never never tested a strange attraction for the decorations of films X or photographs of bottom amateur. You are not alone any more: Justin Jorgensen, a young Californian artist, hides the bodies stripped to propose these interiors banals or straightforwardly ugly. He then devotes to a criticism way “house and unslung decoration”. The whole is connected in charming a small work simply entitled: Obscene Interiors.

Here’s a pic from my place by the Warner Bros. backlot moments ago. I had to shut my windows. There’s smoke everywhere which is not helping my cold. For those un-locals, the Hollywood sign is on the other side of this hill. More pics here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/vidalia/440090181/

And here’s one I took at 8PM just now from my roof. You can see it’s still smoldering. I used to have a nice green hillside at the end of my street, now it looks like Mordor with the helicopters providing a War of the Worlds touch.

I have a piece about Playboy in the gay SoCal rag, Frontiers. (Sadly, the bits about Hef’s bisexual experimentation and my suggestion for a jack-off party were cut.)

And the graphic design mag, HOW, said some very nice things about my “really, really adult-themed book,” Obscene Interiors.

A couple weeks ago I appeared on the call-in show, Ring My Bell. Here’s the condensed video.