snewze

So, with fingers crossed and curved every which-a-way, there should be the following prepared by september:
-website
-album
-music video

speaking of the latter--are you a cute guy in los angeles available aug. 10th-15th? i need a cute guy to be in the music video. you may be objectified for your cuteness. email me if interested.

Up!

David Bowie died in my dream, in passing, in the newspaper. I immediately checked when I woke up, and luckily the thin white duke breathes on. The rest of my dream included having to chase my brother through a snow storm over the Alps, and hanging out in a classroom with my ex-boyfriend, which I'm sure was an internal plot to sabotage my upcoming date with a tree surgeon. For real!

Gifts

Here are some tricks.

The 9 Felonies in Common Law:

MR. & MRS. LAMB

Murder
Rape
Manslaughter
Robbery
Sodomy
Larceny
Arson
Mayhem
Burglary

P.S.
Robbery is the taking or attempting to take something of value from another person by use of force, threats or intimidation [a stick up.]
Burglary is the unlawful entry of a ‘structure’ to commit a felony or a theft [a break-in].
Larceny is similar to burglary. The major difference between the two is that the perpetrator did not illegally enter a structure by using forcible, non- forcible or attempted forcible entry (with the exception of a motor vehicle.) Along with motor vehicle theft, larcenies can include purse snatching, shoplifting, theft of any bicycle, fraud, embezzlement, identity theft, forgery, con games, etc.

Members of OPEC: (Organization of Petroleum-Exporting Countries)
LIV A QUIK SIN

Libya
Iran
Venezuela
Algeria
Qatar
United Arab Emirates
Indonesia
Kuwait
Saudi Arabia
Iraq
Nigeria

The Four Largest Human Bones:

FEMA Told Fibs Humorously.

Femur
Tibia
Fibula
Humerus


and finally:
What year did the Wright Brothers fly?
The Brothers had glee in 1903.


You can all thank Rod L. Evans, Ph.D for this sesame streetlike interlude.

the littles

Top moments today, teaching a choir of 6-8 year olds:

-A tiny paper airplane shooting out from the back row, landing at my feet.
-One of the kids going to the bathroom, and then, when the choir paused, her little voice singing plaintively from behind the door, making everyone giggle.
-one of the boys, anxious during the solo announcements, holding his hands in his lap with every single finger crossed over one another. I forgot about hoping that hard.

chugga chugga chugga

I feel a little over-run by my own brain, which is almost chattering melodies rather than churning them out. i dutifully draw ledger lines in the back of The Orchid Thief and conduct in the air for a moment before drawing tiny little tadpole heads. and all the while this feeling that lands me facedown yelling in a pillow, everyone's transient everyone is transient nobody here 100 years All New People. I crouch into music, cello shield, despair swoops hawk-like. people don't stick! I cry into my brain, and my brain reprocesses frantically and delivers red-faced arpeggios. Kneeling before my keyboard, I try mixing midi flute with midi marimba to see if it sounds nice. it does. A sparse midi tango beat gently marries the two. the john updike collection near my bed is crawling with rabbits. Zelda and I made a book today called the Almost Everything book, which she spelled Olmost Evreething. She came over to me in a nightgown with two silk ruffly shoulder pads, also with a weighty and drooping milk moustache and a powdered sugar beard. She had clearly just licked her plate after eating all the pancakes on it, then, with all the powdered sugar taste still starchy, drank the milk. As I sat in the armchair, surrounded by moving boxes, she stood before me and declared "I don't like being alone!" A part of me swiftly reawakened, as if in response to an accusation of absence.

Knock knock

Here are some rules and hints for teachers and students. I found these in The Wind's closet, and they've been providing some rhythm within lately. There's some internet controversy over whether Sister Corita or John Cage wrote these rules, but maybe they're just the same person actually would be a better controversy?

RULE 1: Find a place you trust and then, try trusting it for a while.

RULE 2:         GENERAL DUTIES AS A STUDENT
              Pull everything out of your teacher.
              Pull everything out of your fellow students.


RULE 3:         GENERAL DUTY AS A TEACHER
              Pull everything out of your students.


RULE 4:         Consider everything an experiment.


RULE 5:         Be self disciplined.
              This means finding someone smart or wise and choosing to follow them.
              To be disciplined is to follow in a good way.
              To be self-disciplined is to follow in a better way.


RULE 6:         Follow the leader
              Nothing is a mistake.
              There is no win and no fail.
              There is only make.


RULE 7:         The only rule is work
              If you work it will lead to something.
              It is the people who do all of the work all the time who eventually catch onto things.
              You can fool the fans - but not the  players.


RULE 8:         Do not try to create and analyze at the same time. They are different processes.


RULE 9:         Be happy whenever you can manage it.  Enjoy yourself.  It is lighter than you think.


RULE 10:        We are breaking all the rules, even our own rules and how do we do that?
              By leaving plenty of room for 'x' qualities.


HELPFUL HINTS:
              Always be around.  Come or go to everything.  Always go to classes.
              Read everything you can get your hands on.  Look at movies carefully and often.
              Save everything.  It may come in handy later.

but he's a robot!

The last time I was in los angeles, I fell for a robot. He approached me after a show and complimented my performance, in his deliriously objective monotone. The robot wore a bowtie and was significantly taller than me, and I gazed into his streamlined face and thanked him.

A few of my friends know that I now like to think about the Robot and write to him and, when I have downtime in the afternoon, have gentle daydreams about us doing things like going and buying fruit in a nice supermarket, as opposed to an outdoor market because I hate how warm fruit gets at outdoor markets. When I read his letters, my brain quietly undulates in ways it hasn't for months, if not years. It's an unassuming sort of rippling, like placid noiseless finger-length wave rolls on a pond, maybe from a bug jumping in the water. I maintain my identity and do not jump on planes and meet the Robot in the airport where he could pick me up in his extension of his body that would fold out for me like a motorcycle sidekick sidecar deal. I just write back.

Beyond all this, I'm writing. Every day. I am getting to know stories intimately, seeing them as possible from all angles, being an architect and a massage therapist and a best friend and an intellectual stimulant with stories, breaking a story's heart, learning what the Robot mentioned when he said in what I picture a very solemn voice:

"Every culture in the history of man has thought it important to tell stories, and ours has effectively rebuilt cities to this end [i.e. universal films backlot]...there is an inherent, evolutionarily important need to document and satirize life...there are guidelines to story telling, and that by looking at life with those in mind, everything is easier to cope with."

The point of this story that I tell you, and say to terrify you and tell me to turn back and the killer is right behind that door, is to break it down and look at you so truthfully when I say it: I am very slightly emotionally invested, about the same rate of emotional investment as I might have to a really good apple that I know is in the refrigerator and I'm driving home and can't wait for it to split open in my mouth. Can't quite say it. Yes I can. I'm excited for that robot apple. and aspire to perhaps hold up residency in kind, be my own apple in the center of his robotic eye.