Latest Pile

• SUPER SETTINGS! – consulting and installation
• news and interviews  (and science) internet TV show (group project w/ San Marcos folks)
• Commitment Cafe — part of the free school; kind of a paradoxical combo of words; we want people to experience the positive feelings associated with accomplishing a goal — to that end, we champion (carry a flag for) i.e. encourage flexible structure of the buddy system or committee type, placed in a comfortable context.
• Make Rert give birth to an educational Video company  (ex: Molly’s “How To Brush a Dog”)
• no more art; just “[Absurd] Crafts”
• a show of only Really Long Things
• getting serious about dance by forming a group with some musicians (female would be a welcome change) to get together in a dance studio (or other well-lit setting) to play and shoot video from fun angles.
• Reviving… THE MONTHLY COMMUNITY PUPPET SHOW!    a Variety show for the E X T E N D  E  D  Family.  For example, in one part, you tell the news.

So!  Anyone wanna get started on anything?  I have questions barring the way on some of these, so help me if you can:  1)  I am stubbornly obsessed lately with thoughts of “masonry”, building with rocks, cinder blocks, mortar mix, mud.  Maybe good walls make for good neighbors, maybe also a maze or puppet theater would be best, but really I need some advice.  Come to my back yard and stand in it with me.  Many people have already been there during Junk-a-thon… but the rest of the days, I want to spend more time out there, but I ccan’t stop thinking of

big stones and where to place them.

??

It may be that it is just fine the way it is.  So my need to create, to domesticate, might be an imposition.

But then again, I do have instinct. This is one, this weird rock part of it.  And then the bringing people together for hand-made entertainment and sharing- that too.  I think I like it.
It’s hard to know how to communicate all this sometimes, and when I am not communicating, the things in my head don’t seem quite real.  (and they stay in my head).  But I think they are; they’re not premonitions, just urges.

This morning I went to an “oculo- and cosmetic surgeon” because my optometrist insisted that sebaceous cell carcinoma be ruled out as an explanation for my inflamed eyelid gland.  I knew however, that this $120 consultation would only lead to a prescription for an even more expensive, not necessarily necessary, procedure, which it did, and which I can’t afford.  (I’m going to see what acupuncture can do.)  But the woman working reception was very warm.  As I was sitting down she scanned my paperwork, and she asked if I was a writer. Because, “With two middle names, you ought to be a writer!” Well, thanks!  Maybe I will.

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