Sunday, July 16, 2006


Going to Paris TN tomorrow. It will be a heck of a Monday. Leave the apt at 5am to get to the airport arrive then drive 2 hours and train until 5pm central standard time. Ughhhh.

Been going to the chiropractor and that has been really helping out. It puts me in a good mood to know I'm actually getting better backwise.

Going Blog crazy

I've created another blog (sometimes I think I've created to many blogs). This blog is solely for the purpose of investigating and remembering those things which gave me inspiration to create art. I will continue this blog as well, but post links to the other blog at when I make additions there.

Monday, July 10, 2006

What the's short

Let's Dance!!!


Today, It sucks. My laptop came pretty damn near to crashing last night. It took me four hours to get it operational again and I didn't get to sleep until 4am. I am a zombie here in the office. I so tired you'd rather be sick sort of tired. Where I actually hurts you head to stay awake.

Anyway. I'm supposed to get my back adjusted again today. I'm looking forward to that. I'm also supposed to do BRAWL tonight. I will but man where am I going to get the energy?

I picked the wrong day to quit amphetamines

Saturday, July 08, 2006

this is an audio post - click to play

I want more Julie Taymor in my life

The latest from Taymor

At the end of the article Taymor claims that she is "puppeted out". I can only hope that she is speaking from the exhaustion of having just put up such a bhemoth of a show. Her artistry as a puppet designer is one of the truly most inspiring things in my life. Every time I see her work, I am filled with glee at the inventiveness and the spectacle. Her work drives me to want to work. She is a fantastical being in my opinion. And, i would give no small sacrifice to know her as a collaborator if such a thing were possible.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

More Odd Thoughts

Imagine the joy of naming things. I read the Front Matter of Moby Dick and see all the words invented all over the world for whale...Part of me envies those old souls who got to name everything in the world. The emmense joy in creating, even if one can not create the world they can emulate that creation as they come up woth names for all the things within the world.

Vision is the comprehension of light. Word as comprehension of molecular vibration.

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Still enjoying the new office. Muprhy's law I picked the worst cube in the office, right next to the bizhub and the fax machine. Which means that I'm in the highest traffic area in the office. Ugggh. Anyway, i may have to angle my monitor to afford me a little more surfing room.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

It's the little things and more on the futue

Starting reading "Writing Down the Bones". One of the authors myriad suggestions fast and early in the book is to get out of the house and go write in the cafe. But where are the cafes down here? There are a number of overstuffed Starbucks, which are comfortable enough, and right now, I'm writing this in a bar (probably the nicest in the area when it comes to brunch and beer). But when I go inside my head, I remember so many other nice cafes. I remember the "Perfect Cup" I remember "Sweet Occasions". I recall how embracing those places were, how comforting it was to come in out of the cold to those places.

I have just now starting finding the strength, determination, whatever to start writing again. Why has it returned? Because I decided to return. Return to the windy city that is. My writing has for longer than I can remember been about empowering my expression as a stage dramatist. I couldn't write previously while been here in Atlanta because I didn't believe that those words would ever seen the light of a stage here in Atlanta. I still believe that. But now that I know I'm returning to Chicago, I know that I will have access once again to the stage.

I've also been reading "Hero with a Thousand Faces". This book has been helping me reassess the choices I've made this past year. The reasons for these choices. It has helped me to understand the impetus beneath my skin to return and also the understanding that to deny this impetus now is a denial of life. I must live as the man that I was meant to be. That means going back to c-town.