Thanks to the Love Letter Collection's Houston Public Love Letter Reading, you can shed a little loserdom, and depending on your particular brand of aesthetics, maybe even make some (cough) art.
The setup is a little like a poetry reading. On a makeshift stage on the lawn of the Contemporary Arts Museum, seriously twisted folks are invited to read a letter they've sent or received or wrote but never sent. All names will be omitted to protect the guilty, as in: "I'm sorry you had to settle for _______; the one dimensional man. He's filed under cocksucker in my little black book. Sweetness can rot your teeth; bittersweet cacophony." If you don't have a personal letter, but you still want to participate in this ungodly yet curiously voyeuristic karmic debacle, you may choose to read one from the Love Letter Collection's archive (the source of the above quote). In fact, we recommend a look at the collection's unctuously satanic Web site for a taste of what to expect. Take this excerpt from a letter called "Two Socks Worth": "P.S. If you don't visit me soon, I'll grow another foot more lonesome waiting for you, and then I'll miss you two socks worth." If you're not rushing out to buy a paper shredder yet, you are one seriously effed-up individual. -- Troy Schulze
Feel the love at 7 p.m. Thursday, December 9. 5216 Montrose. For information, visit www.collectiveexperience.org. Free.