Monday, September 30, 2013
Dancing through cemetery sunrise. Getting my sweat on to Cumbia station.
Dancing with myself, I think of loneliness of Marsha Kent Davis As expressed on Facebook yesterday. She is in China looking for "that one". I commented that she was "that one. And I am thinking this morning what that wings. Wings is a mistranslation of means, but I like it and will leave it. Anyway, the idea of yearning, a true way or a ruse? We are already here, which you can share with yourself,. Why Is that so hard? Because biologically we are programmed to reproduce?
Dancing in the morning seems to be one way to connect to outer universe. This is why I like radio better than album. Because universe can meet you better through spontaneity.
Evening dance down Roosevelt through Woodside. Tunnel of diversity. Ziggy Pandora.
Wondering when I will become emboldened and follow new dreams.
Still the music soothes. See it in the stained glass. See it in the public house.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
1. Coming back from a night full of writing. Listening to strange but obvious music of Dawn of Midi. Moving quick with the parts.
2. A long walk pushing the girls, staying with the rhythm of the music. An experiment. Not easy to fully immerse in the music but there were moments. As Sofia said afterward "it was quite an adventure."
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
A strange night of dancing with my wife At a performance artist party called Mattachine. For some reason, partly due to the tequila I think, my wife was landing Blows to my ego left and right. My dancing is predictable, showy And gay Are some of the things she says. Somehow, perhaps through years of flexing this Particular muscle I was able to enjoy dancing for the rest of the evening, even to enjoy watching her dance. it felt like a major victory. There was a time when such a litany would ruin me.