Dear readers, I got a promotion ( Read more... )

Last week Carmen San Diego was in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, for a two-day event organized by the State Department to help activists and journalists find ways in which to report on corruption, violence, and crime. Violence is in plentiful supply in Tegucigalpa. Honduras is currently the murder capital of the world and its capital, Tegucigalpa, is not ( Read more... )

This month I am going to become a homeowner. More precisely, J and I have purchased a condo loft in SOMA. We have survived inspections, assessments, intimate financial probing by a number of banks, and a stupor of document-singing. Now all that's left is escrow and in a few weeks, we will have the keys to our new home ( Read more... )

As Carmen San Diego, I don’t do television. I am a funny-looking creature with odd mannerisms and a fanciful dress sense. I have had to turn down television appearances because I was wearing a dress with a pattern that would moiré and I didn’t have time to go home and change. I spend a lot of time talking to print journalists, which I enjoy except ( Read more... )

Let it be known that on this day, the sixteenth of July in the year 2010, I have achieved a lifelong goal: I have been interviewed for a show on public radio. I am appearing on a nationally-syndicated show that I have been listening to for most of my life, where I am questioned as if I were an Expert from a Reputable Organization with Important ( Read more... )

Some say the devil is a woman. The Hubba Hubba Revue believes that the devil is a variety of women, all dressed up in rainbow colors with horns, tails, and pitchforks. I forgot my pitchfork at home (most of us ditched the pitchfork at the earliest opportunity anyhow) and I could have worn larger horns, since the ones I had did not stand out much in ( Read more... )

I got married. I've been married for weeks now, since August 8th. I don't know why I can write pages about a day trip to the aquarium, or surveys of Russian cultural history, or the difficulty of finding just the right pair of stripy tights, but I can't seem to write more than a sentence about my wedding ( Read more... )

On Friday evening, at the DNA Lounge, several feet above the crowd, I achieved a dream that I have been working towards lo' these many years: I became a mediocre aerialist. I performed a relatively simple routine without any particularly flashy drops. I performed it with relatively straight knees and pointed toes, even if I could have wished for a ( Read more... )

For as long as I can remember, I have generally been opposed to marriage. I may have said some things to that effect, once or twice. Some of those things may have sounded a little harsh. I may, for example, have told my friends that I would gladly come to their first wedding. I might have mentioned that marriage is the leading cause of divorce. At ( Read more... )

I am not one of the world's great self-promoters. This is not the result of any kind of natural modesty - I think I am quite wonderful - so much as a conviction that if you are doing things right, you do not have to self-promote because people will recite your achievements in awed whispers as you walk by. That is why I didn't tell that many people ( Read more... )