notes from self
err
- today marked the reluctant launch of project "Make your own t-shirt every day! with solid-color shirts and washable markers!" which I hope to improve upon. the shirt (i actually don't have any plain shirts) was a white "Friends don't let friends eat store-bought ice cream: cold stone creamery" turned inside out (backwards doesn't feel comfortable). a green crayola marker, a thought, "VERB" written in soft letters, asymmetrically across the chest.
- I definitely did not feel like a verb today. I felt sluggish, over-sensitive to others, self-damning? When asked about my shirt (only girls were verbal with their noticing if i remember correctly) I said, "I'm a verb today." What I meant was "in the Lakota language all words are verbs. Let's try that today, shall we?" but I didn't say it. So we didn't try it today.
- I was reminded that being happy and acting happy are much closer together than we think. My goodness, what is the difference between someone who acts everything in eir life and someone who acts nothing? None! We are already always performing! Is that helpful to know? Do you know what you must do?
- Also
- I gave three goodbye-forever-for-now hugs. No, actually, I missed one due to a quick exit, and only gave two. They was full of awk.
- (unrelated) ...that makes Four people who tell me they want to have my babies! (Well, three who are still alive.) Though who knows how much in jest. What to do? Institute a policy? Do I want baby/ies? Am I okay with the wanting of babies?
- Continued courting with the Lutherans. I could be back in Houston for weekends to sing Schütz.
More In The Past.
- seventeen tone piano proj. phase three, duh, http://www.archive.org/details/seventeenTPP_03
- Thirty-One Tone Singin' Camp http://xenharmonic.wikispaces.com/ThirtyOneToneSinginCamp . Not enough people for singing Rapoport and Gesualdo. Enough people for spiral triad/tetrad canons. An instand-classic improvised-madrigal. Careful dances (of various metaphorical varieties) with Ryan, the only female (feline?) and the only person awesome enough to come each time.
- Feeling okay about both, having not lowered my standards, but perhaps made their shouting more quiet-how incompetently must something be done such that it's not worth doing it at all? If done badly enough, can it be worse than doing anything at all?
More in the future
- room in a mess becomes a road trip to va beach.
- next weekend, a GSA alum recital performing Udd. Cntrpnt. and a Xenharmonic Wiki EditFest woo woo
- a Minneasota Fringe Festival proposition clashes with the final Tidewater Winds week. Perhaps Dustin can step in?
- I-Park offers, for artists-in-residence, among other musical and computer equipment, a gong. "Well, I should hope so! What artist colony worth its salt doesn't have a gong!"
- June: udderbot camp for high-schoolers? get off yo' ass and make it happen!
- today marked the reluctant launch of project "Make your own t-shirt every day! with solid-color shirts and washable markers!" which I hope to improve upon. the shirt (i actually don't have any plain shirts) was a white "Friends don't let friends eat store-bought ice cream: cold stone creamery" turned inside out (backwards doesn't feel comfortable). a green crayola marker, a thought, "VERB" written in soft letters, asymmetrically across the chest.
- I definitely did not feel like a verb today. I felt sluggish, over-sensitive to others, self-damning? When asked about my shirt (only girls were verbal with their noticing if i remember correctly) I said, "I'm a verb today." What I meant was "in the Lakota language all words are verbs. Let's try that today, shall we?" but I didn't say it. So we didn't try it today.
- I was reminded that being happy and acting happy are much closer together than we think. My goodness, what is the difference between someone who acts everything in eir life and someone who acts nothing? None! We are already always performing! Is that helpful to know? Do you know what you must do?
- Also
- I gave three goodbye-forever-for-now hugs. No, actually, I missed one due to a quick exit, and only gave two. They was full of awk.
- (unrelated) ...that makes Four people who tell me they want to have my babies! (Well, three who are still alive.) Though who knows how much in jest. What to do? Institute a policy? Do I want baby/ies? Am I okay with the wanting of babies?
- Continued courting with the Lutherans. I could be back in Houston for weekends to sing Schütz.
More In The Past.
- seventeen tone piano proj. phase three, duh, http://www.archive.org/details/seventeenTPP_03
- Thirty-One Tone Singin' Camp http://xenharmonic.wikispaces.com/ThirtyOneToneSinginCamp . Not enough people for singing Rapoport and Gesualdo. Enough people for spiral triad/tetrad canons. An instand-classic improvised-madrigal. Careful dances (of various metaphorical varieties) with Ryan, the only female (feline?) and the only person awesome enough to come each time.
- Feeling okay about both, having not lowered my standards, but perhaps made their shouting more quiet-how incompetently must something be done such that it's not worth doing it at all? If done badly enough, can it be worse than doing anything at all?
More in the future
- room in a mess becomes a road trip to va beach.
- next weekend, a GSA alum recital performing Udd. Cntrpnt. and a Xenharmonic Wiki EditFest woo woo
- a Minneasota Fringe Festival proposition clashes with the final Tidewater Winds week. Perhaps Dustin can step in?
- I-Park offers, for artists-in-residence, among other musical and computer equipment, a gong. "Well, I should hope so! What artist colony worth its salt doesn't have a gong!"
- June: udderbot camp for high-schoolers? get off yo' ass and make it happen!