also this is interesting

http://www.designingasociety.net/

i am in RESOURCE MODE
like making connections like knitting except at the end i DO NOT HAVE A SCARF
dropping words and pennies and then waiting for them to show up in a water fountain
you know, i really think i see it as a good thing in my life when the same advice/recommendation/etc. is coming from two directions at the same time,
this is happening because i am in RESOURCE MODE
and i feel a bit like a spider
an owl-mirror spider-dancer internet-crawling bike-about-er
maybe it is because i realized i will never fully integrate all of my parts
and so i want to integrate the world around me
weave webs tight as blankets that will serve as the walls
of our yurt-trailers in our utopic-dystopic queer perma-village of ephemera
when all of the RESOURCES are gathered
and there will be no more cracks to fall through because
we will not set up our village on a faultline or a cliff
and the crumbling that's happening will be mostly composting
instead of widespread precarity

in the face of precarity i launch into RESOURCE MODE
i danced it today

here's the new game, from leslie who learned it from a butoh artist in the bay who has a very long name that sounds like 'boat':
divide yourselves into pairs, lay out a rope on the ground.
not too neat, squiggled around.
one person goes to the beginning of the rope and closes their eyes.
they will walk, heel to toe, along the length of the rope without falling off, and their partner
holds their hand. the next pair follows, and so on.
upon completing the rope-path, switch roles;
when finished, take a few minutes to discuss.

optional follow-up: stand across the space from your partner. walk toward each other, precariously, with the same feeling as when you walked on the rope, maintaining connection and eye contact the whole time. when you meet, express your state through movement and sound, until satisfied. optionally, discuss.

wonderbread and wonderboy go for a walk in the woods...

do you know the story of the lupin lady?

also, dwelling in history: http://alitheavenger.blogspot.com/2008/08/recount-decount.html
practicing radical inclusion of past selves....hmhhmmhm oh berlin, oh my heart. one of many.

wanting a cigarette and questioning that desire--replacing it with stretching, yogastic satisfaction

thinking of-
healing?
how have i changed in the past year?
did college make me articulate?
how do i act on my radical politics?
does something matter if i can't articulate it (that is, spread a revolutionary consciousness)?

also geez-o, it's raining like a mofo on this thin-tin roof
& i'm thinking of population decline
(http://www.windward.org/private/articles/population01.htm)
hm bleak--whaddya think?

preparing to leave safan tomorrow morning,
leaving a red-purple-gold palatial shit chamber in my wake
gold seat fit for pillow princes and size queens alike
like the swimming idea of green tomato pies
like boletes, browncapped children of the forest fairies who live in the galls,
like two goats dead in four days and we wonder and we wonder,
like business plans are deep conversations, like
if you weren't raised eating expensive air then you'll never understand the difference
like whatever---

i am not a fountain! i am a jungle-jumble-menagerie-wet-furry-paperback-wonder!

last night i dreamt that my father was elected president (everyone said, "even if he doesn't do anything, it's a great sign. he's the best president we've ever had, and he doesn't have to lift a finger.") and that i was wandering from house to house looking for someone to give me shooting lessons.

also last night, after a day of wine tasting and cheese tasting in sutter creek,
maggie and i constructed a ritual for ourselves--of celebration, gratitude, making-space, becoming-present. drew from the rituals i had done with you folks, under the full moon on the beach before the jammin, at the sky factory under a sacrificed pinata, the queer interfaith ritual at the point this spring quarter, also the masquerade and wedding parties, also more small things of ritual and symbolism...
it was really good. we ate olive-garlic-rosemary-sourdough warm bread and kombocha squash and beans and rice and mustard greens and red wine, danced in the mud under a cloudy sky and screamed and howled and sat and were quiet. i imagined my chest to be like an advent calendar, full of tiny little doors, each door opening onto a field of stars and dark matter and space. i imagined opening each of the doors. we folded pieces of paper in half and wrote-drew "things we are stuck on/that control us" and "things that bring us strength, make us present" and shared some things (our papers looked totally different)--we planned to burn the former one, but decided to hold onto it to keep it conscious, think healing instead of throwing out. ("radical inclusion of past selves" has been a theme in my thoughts since az mentioned it in willits...it's a process.) i made some small commitments to myself, small daily rituals. it left me exhausted and good-feeling last night and quiet today.

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