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"I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere." - A. Skywalker - It even gets into the music. And audio pearls are made.

I just barely recovered from the miseries of a sleep deprived weekend when the roofers showed up at 7:00am this morning to throw material and tools and themselves on the thin barrier between me and daylight. I am not offering them coffee, I was going to, but by the sound of the rooster crowing up there I don't think they need it. Even with all the caffeine for myself, I am, once more, a cantankerous curmudgeon that no amount of coffee can recondition. I thought I left that version of myself rotting in the sun on the beach with what's left of the Sunday afternoon tourists. I tried to take a nap in the lull of elephantine stomps and crashes only to find they set up a ladder right outside of my bedroom window. Who can sleep with the glass rattling? I can't help but feel that one of them may fall through the ceiling at some point. And the phone keeps ringing! Who is calling! - TODAY?! The Human bounded out of his bed like nothing was at all wrong in the...

A black lab mix puppy was found yelping and whining outside the window a few days ago. It was brought in and put in the laundry hamper for safekeeping until she could be cleaned and groomed. 100 ticks and fleas on a puppy not pleased...  After an intensive cleaning  and a night of more crying, she tried to bond with me as I hoped around her in the kitchen making lunch.. it was rather fun to play with the baby creature as I had never had the experience, but I did not become attached. I could not. There are already two dogs here (plus the love interest chihuahua next door) so she was taken to a shelter here in town that will hopefully find a good home for her. Then there was the random studio visit from a woman who wants us to visit Mexicali. She invited us to an open in Tijuana that promises to have some butoh. I am interested in seeing this- good or bad. Last night I stayed up too late watching the excitement in Boston and the footage from Tex...

He is not a pathetic ruin of what might have been glorious. He - It IS glorious.

There are crickets in my office. So there are predatory mice hunting the crickets in my office. This is not an office. ```` Thank you random outrageous stomach ache for slowing me down today. Because of you I was able to watch a very interesting piece about Saudi Arabia by British journalist  Frank Gardner . Because of you I was able to read/skim a fictional story about Native American lycanthropy that had been untouched in my iBooks and then delete for being subpar. Perhaps something by Dostoyevsky next? Looking on the bright side does not make my stomach feel any better. Drinking mint tea is not making my stomach feel better. ```` Verification captcha of the day: fine indoses

Last week I bought  plane tickets to NYC for my SOAK Festival performance of a new piece at CAVE-(for which I just got the audio elements assembled. Now to find the rest of my costume...) Excited? You bet! So excited in fact, that I could run away from everything I am supposed to do and cry. So excited I feel depressed.  The nits to pick here are the size of dogs.. or sometimes they are dogs... Bitches, whelps of bitches-  their barking cannot be ignored when sensitive nerves are irritated.