by L-C on October 11, 2008
Most of my best thoughts come me while on the move. My blog of late has ben sparse as I have had more access to Facebook with the iPhone until the new apps came out. Until the Wordpress app came out, I couldn’t post from the Safari iPhone interface. Text entry just plain wouldn’t work at all.
Today truly is a happy day. I’ve spent less and less time on the laptop as I don’t have to seek it out anymore to do email. I often think ” I want to blog this idea” but days might elapse until I’m at the laptop or desktop. And by then my mind has perambulated off in other fields. Or, I’m at work and these days there, I’m getting to be dreadfully ” on task” wanting to get outta there. Or I’m in class which isn’t an environment conducive to candid blogging. Who knows who will be peering over the shoulder?
Not that any of my blog posts are private. They could browse it online and read all (or nearly all) But it is creepy writing with people right at ones back.
In a search I encountered a blogger who quit, simply because his stats indicated that nearly no one besides himself was reading his blog. Hunh? Obviously he was seeking a forum,, not a space for journaling on the fly. Still I think it is sad. I’ve had some of my posts turn up in web searches, and all three ( yes, a whopping three) comments on my blog came this way. But this is my journal, and the thought of valuing it or the process, by it’s percieved value to others seems … Wrong.
by L-C on October 4, 2008
the odd weather we’ve been having!!!! it is blistering hot, and all the coats and sweaters are in the closet, and the next day it is Fall. The leaves on the dogwood trees have all been brushed with red. The days are cooler and nights are crisp. however there was none of that nice period of sunnier but cooler weather and greenery. the landscape is pretty while the economy totters on toward collapse.
by L-C on September 29, 2008
hung out in a bar with a lot of clowns, got purified in a trial by herbs, met Dzieci Theater group.
but nobody sent me the memo about bringing the sad umbrellas - I brought my happy umbrella.
but I did wear my funeral hat and pants. but I spilled on my stripey shirt on the way home on the train.
- the dearly departed and offerings
What I need to know is:
if you don’t actually remove a piece and swallow - have you actually taken a bite? “taken” being the operative word here. and how far out of the garden are you banished, if you have only tasted the apple? do you get visiting rights every other weekend?
I was ordered to bite the apple - so I did. but after that I didn’t get any directions. and then I got whipped with herbs. not with Herb, but by herbs.
And I lost my clown scissors and little fleece flower in Grand Central Terminal. I still haven’t told the Mommy and Daddy flower that I lost their baby. My attorney hasnt’ returned my text yet, and I need to know what liability exposure I’m lookin’ at here.
by L-C on August 19, 2008
New York Theatre.com’s review of Deborah Kaufmann’s one-woman show reads: “An exploration of human instincts at so basic a level that thought can be put aside and impulse thoroughly enjoyed . . . this performance gleams most brightly, with true mischief . . . unfettered at maximum strength”
It was exactly what I wanted to see - a short clown show that had theme and structure. “Mud” is a clown with a four word vocabulary, the most commonly used words being “mine” and “nice”. She has some vaguely Hindic ritual by which she performs her kind of magic to solve her problems. Her ritual can give her the “permission” she needs to expand the circle of her chalked “spot” larger and larger on the stage or make silverware appear it what seems to be an empty paperbag. She “kidnaps” audience participants and has them set a table for her or be “knights” thumbwrestling. The charm of the show is that her “greed” is so natural and therefore universal. We have all wanted those “nice” things that we could call “mine”.
- Following the Line!!!!
The “dot” at the end of the show is when the audience discovers the chalk line of “mine” has been extended all the way out the theater door, down the three flights of steps to the street, out the door and to the street curb. It is the final laugh, long after the formal show has ended.
I was heartily encouraged as I know I could perform a similar 30-40 minute show if I could write it, (and find proper venue of course). Most heartily encouraged to learn from Deborah after show was that she left parts out!!! and even so, the show seemed complete.
by L-C on August 19, 2008
I cannot find any bamboo felt, but there seems to be bamboo fleece which is super duper pile.
Information about it, and the sun painting technique is at Dharma Trading Co.
