I got myself a brand new bicycle. I call him Sven and he's a shiny black Raleigh with a brown saddle seat. He'll be carting my rump to and fro work - rain or shine - and this summer, when the skies breathe open their blue, I'll ride him to places like eastern Oregon, Idaho, Washington and Northern California. This is me... brimming with excitement.
pina
I don't have a formal dance background. I took random dance classes as a child (in a chicken suit) and a few as an adult (in an adult suit), but I've managed to always make movement part of my practice. The musical I am working on right now is the first piece where I am integrating both song and dance. One of my biggest choreographic inspirations for this new project is the late Pina Bausch. Her choreography mirrors the emotional layerings of the brain better than any movement work I've seen before. Watch Pina's Le Sacre Du Printemps HERE
bee
Cleansing tends to wobble awake my third eye. And though this usually comes in the form of a severe headache, I'm generally happy to see it's still around. To celebrate the return of my third eye, I'm going to take seven or eight deep breathes, drink a tall glass of water, brush my locks, scrub the dead skin from my face, slip into something that resembles a sweatpant, polish my third eye's monocle and fall into dreamland. While I slumber in aged white sheets, my third eye and my dreams will come together to bedazzle my reality. This bedazzlement may be used when: sitting next to a stranger on the bus
washing the dishes
planting a lettuce seed
squeezing a pimple
elongating my neck
lighting a match
cooking soup
hanging upside down
taking a wiz
writing a song
standing in a corner
hiding under a bed
walking on knees
humming
accidentally bumping into a wall