wow. I'm sitting here combing through the events of last night in a bit of shock... no less shock, more awe. Did that really happen? Did that really happen to me? Wow.
Let's just say DC's finest police officers were involved. And that was before many adult beverages and dancing with wild abandon.
We were restless, broke, and creative... so we went to Kramer's for adult beverages & fun. Here's the result of our efforts, enjoy!
TOPIC: Home
The space where I breath easiest The place where I am free to laugh, cry, stress out, or dance around naked. Home is your scent when I wake up. Home is her laughter at a new discovery. Home is "Momma, it's time for breakfast!!" Home is the way he calls me princess. Home is good conversation. Home is our time together. Home is now. - k.k.
Leaving one home for another Flying across the miles, I take it with me Memories, fine golden threads Tying me to people, places Filling spaces in my heart Nomadic, I shoulder my sack of Dreams And move on - Shallom
TOPIC: Nicknames
I haven't had a nickname yet That stuck around for long Maybe I'm one of those people Who can't be abbreviated... - Shallom Little Lady Baby girl Lover Sweet Cheeks I've always hatednicknames.... until He. Gave me these names and more,
See, I am his principania.... and I love it - k.k.
TOPIC: Girlfriends
My wet head drips With moisturizing evaporates My clothes are a little Damp However, I am warm and Dry While the storm Occupies the town - Boris
Girls Boys Ladies Men Friends, Lovers, Friends Around and around They spin Begin again, Girlfriends once more, Sharing secrets, sewing together a Tapestry of stories far richer than Wealth known. Barely innocent, they roam... Drinking each other in Like nectar. Love blooms, Especially when they're Girlfriends - k.k.
"Girlfriends" a word with many meanings Unexpected Treasured, We move through each others' Worlds like silk across skin Smooth Comfortable Warm - Shallom
TOPIC: NAUGHTY I sure do look nice... Innocent & sweet Look a little deeper and you'll see A little something naughty Underneath - Shallom
I pledge allegiance to naughty Not because it is the elder, Wiser; but because it is Sensible and complete It acts without the pretense Of control It finds its passion and Does not shy from it - Boris
Naughty by nature, Nice by choice. I must be masochistic. Oh, the thoughts I think! Shall we? Let's! Naughty this night, I think... To bite To squeeze, A nipple to tease, Naughty is nice, It seems. - k.k.
TOPIC: Free Refill
Refill Refresh, Rewind. Do over. Do again. Essie May? Essie won't. Do, or Don't. But, please, Whatever you May or won't do, Find me A REFILL! - k.k.
Free Refill Who has tea to chill Or sun to brew Or tobacco to chew Or birds who flew Or hearts that grew My glass is empty Or half a glass for tea - Boris
I need a refill, darlin' You think you can fill me up Again?
... ooooo, I thought so. - Shallom
TOPIC: Nibble
Nibble on me But not too hard - Or, I might bite back In fact - I'll bite you anyways - I know you like it - Shallom
Nibble on my cheekbones, I giggle, wiggle, Jiggle and... That's right, You scream with pleasure. So, nibble away. - k.k.
Bite Bite Bite Bite Nibble Pass the fork Forks make me tired Just dive in Mouth First - Boris
TOPIC: Bitchy
She gets this way When she is not moving All blah, blah blah or, "That ain't right!" Unless she do what Boris Willis does. ARGH! Someone needs to go Beddie-bye or Move - Boris
I wouldn't call myself bitchy But I don't take shit from anyone - Step up, step back or step off 'Cause I'm comin' through - Shallom
Bitchy - Oh, Yes, I can be. Quite. Test me, You'll see. This bark only hints at the bite. - k.k.
TOPIC: New Year
New Year Old Fear Damn, I need a Resolution - k.k.
Resolute, the world turns New, or the same Whatever Peek into and grab onto and live Scream and release - Boris
This new year brings new beginnings Mint green shoots of new growth Pushing tips through snow Heading home to old friends I bring the new ones with me In heart and mind Coming back to pick up where I left off - Shallom
Hmmmm... I found this a bit surprising, based on my memories of France. As a person who still enjoys a social smoke (yes, I can admit it) I wonder how the smoking French will respond.
Even my occasional social smokes typically happen at private residences these days - the non-smoking public tends to have that holier-than-thou "YOU ARE THE CAUSE OF CANCER!" look on their face when watching a smoker's huddle in public spaces. I don't need that judgment...
The French have a particularly acidic holier-than-thou stare (primarily when aimed at Americans). I am curious to see how the French adaptation of the CANCER STARE will look... anyone have pictures already?
France is transforming the image of traditional smoke-filled cafes
France is poised to extend its smoking ban to bars, cafes, restaurants and discos, but the measure will not be enforced fully until 2 January.
The health ministry said smokers would be allowed a 24-hour "grace" period for the New Year festivities.
The ban, which will also cover casinos and hotels, comes on top of a partial ban on smoking in public places that took effect in February.
Similar bans are already in place in Britain, Ireland, Italy and Spain.
The French health ministry said the wider ban, due to take effect on 1 January, would not be monitored strictly during the New Year festivities, in a gesture of "tolerance".
Any smoker caught flouting the ban thereafter faces a 450-euro (£332; $662) fine, while those who turn a blind eye to smokers on their premises can be fined up to 750 euros.
France has about 13.5 million smokers among its population of 60.7 million.
In February smoking became outlawed in French airports, railway stations, hospitals, schools, shops and offices.
The new ban is seen as a big cultural shift for France, where smoky cafes have long been the haunts of famous artists and philosophers. The ban does not include pavement tables or open-air terraces.
In 2004, Ireland became the first European country to introduce a comprehensive smoking ban in all workplaces, including pubs and restaurants.
Benazir Bhutto had been addressing rallies in many parts of Pakistan
Pakistani former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto has been assassinated in a suicide attack.
Ms Bhutto had just addressed an election rally in Rawalpindi when she was shot in the neck by a gunman who then set off a bomb.
At least 15 other people died in the attack and several more were injured.
President Pervez Musharraf condemned the killing and urged people to remain calm so that the "nefarious designs of terrorists can be defeated."
There were no immediate claims of responsibility for the attack.
Ms Bhutto, leader of the Pakistan People's Party (PPP), had twice been the country's prime minister and had been campaigning ahead of elections due in January.
It was the second suicide attack against her in recent months and came amid a wave of bombings targeting security and government officials.
Nawaz Sharif, also a former prime minister and a political rival, said her death was a tragedy for "the entire nation".
"It is not a sad day, it is [the] darkest, gloomiest day in the history of this country," he said, speaking at the hospital where she was taken.
The United Nations Security Council is to meet for emergency consultations shortly to discuss the situation in Pakistan after the killing.
Scene of grief
The attack occurred close to an entrance gate of the park in Rawalpindi where Ms Bhutto had been speaking.
Extremist groups have in their sights all those committed to democratic processes in Pakistan
Police confirmed reports Ms Bhutto had been shot in the neck and chest before the gunman blew himself up.
She died at 1816 (1316 GMT), said Wasif Ali Khan, a member of the PPP who was at Rawalpindi General Hospital.
Some supporters at the hospital wept while others exploded in anger, throwing stones at cars and breaking windows.
Police in the north-western city of Peshawar are reported to have used tear gas and batons to break up a demonstration by angry Bhutto supporters and there were also protests in other cities.
Mr Sharif said there had been a "serious lapse in security" by the government.
But an old friend of Ms Bhutto, Salman Tassir, told the BBC World Service he did not think criticism should be directed at the government.
"There have been suicide attacks on Gen Musharraf also," he told Newshour.
"... I mean it is extremism and the fanatics who are to blame."
Earlier on Thursday, at least four people were killed ahead of an election rally Mr Sharif had been preparing to attend close to Rawalpindi.
Ms Bhutto's death has plunged the PPP into confusion and raises questions about whether January elections will go ahead as planned, the BBC's Barbara Plett in Islamabad says.
'Cowardly act'
The killing was condemned by the US, the UK and others.
BENAZIR BHUTTO
Father led Pakistan before being executed in 1979
Spent five years in prison
Served as PM from 1988-1990 and 1993-1996
Sacked twice by president on corruption charges
Formed alliance with rival ex-PM Nawaz Sharif in 2006
Ended self-imposed exile by returning to Pakistan in October
"The US strongly condemns this cowardly act by murderous extremists who are trying to undermine Pakistan's democracy," US President George W Bush said.
"Those who committed this crime must be brought to justice."
UK Foreign Secretary David Miliband said he was "deeply shocked" by Ms Bhutto's death and said "extremist groups... [could] not and must not succeed".
Ms Bhutto returned from self-imposed exile in October after years out of Pakistan where she had faced corruption charges.
Her return was the result of a power-sharing agreement with President Musharraf in which he granted an amnesty that covered the court cases she was facing.
It was only a matter of time before the darker forces... carried out this action
So the party is over, the peeps have left... save the dear Shallom & the artist Dwayne. As I sit here, sipping my last glass of red I'm listening to Dwayne singing Stevie while Shallom is drawing in her sketchbook. All is well and to all a good night.
Highlights from the day: - my mother dancing (salsa & "tut") - the impromptu jorda (spelling?) in my livingroom - pop-lock lesson & group choreo - Alana learning Chess - wonderful food - good friends
I'm brimming with the spirit of the season... it tends to sweep me up and make me feel like flying. I've had butterflies on the mind lately - why would I hide this smile?
I'm taking a break from the madness of preparing a feast for friends. My feet hurt and I can't chop anymore, but I'm content and happy to be feeding my friends. There are a few who can't be here, of course, and they are missed. I find that as I cook, my thoughts linger on those who will share the meal - bonds made over food are lasting and warm in my world :)
I'm curious to see how my guests will mix and mingle... it's a diverse crowd in terms of gender, race, economics, religion, age, marital status, nationality, and expectation. hmmm more on that after the fact, I suppose.
Sad news in the music world... seems like so many great ones are gone... if you haven't enjoyed live music recently... GO!
Peterson received all of Canada's highest honours during his lifetime Peterson performing
Jazz pianist and composer Oscar Peterson has died of kidney failure at his home in Toronto, at the age of 82.
Peterson was one of jazz's most recorded musicians, and was famous for his fast-playing virtuoso style.
He made more than 200 albums and won eight Grammy awards, including a lifetime achievement honour in 1997.
He released his first single at the age of 19 and performed with greats such as Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker, Duke Ellington and Nat "King" Cole.
The Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame announced last month that it was to present the star with its Founder's Award in 2008.
This was to celebrate "a brilliant jazz pianist and composer" who showed "musical dexterity and energetic performances", it said.
Peterson, who had a working-class upbringing in Montreal, won a talent contest organised by the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) when he was 14 years old.
"The world has lost an important jazz player," Hazel McCallion, mayor of Mississauga, Ontario, and Peterson's close friend, told CBC News.
"He's been going downhill in the last few months, slowing up," she added.
His studio and live partners included Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Count Basie and Stan Getz.
Basie once described Peterson as someone who "plays the best ivory box I've ever heard", while Ellington referred to him as "Maharajah of the keyboard".
Gifted at improvisation, Peterson said in 2005 how live free-form jazz could enable "moments of great beauty to emerge".
He was made a Companion of the Order of Canada, the country's highest civilian honour, and he was the first living Canadian to be depicted on a stamp.
Peterson was married four times and had five children.
Story from BBC NEWS: http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/entertainment/7159591.stm
My dearest Shallom is the brain-child behind a new cartoon character, Dorothea. Together we have launched a new blog where her adventures can be seen by you, dear reader! Please proceed to Dorothea's World: Earth Lessons from a Robot DIVA!
I rediscovered this out of a conversation with my dearest girlfriend... It took many months to be able to put these words down. Now, I'm thrilled to be far away from this place. Most of us have been there once or twice, perhaps you can relate.
I observe myself in disbelief. I don’t cry at random quiet moments. I don’t avoid men because the thought of being with them frightens and repulses me. I don’t feel broken and shattered. But, I do.
I don’t wait for him to knock on the door, call, text, or email me - every hour. But I do.
I don’t stop myself from calling, writing, flying, or driving myself to him. But I do.
I don’t need support, advice, girlfriends, assistance, and care. But I do.
I don’t force myself to get out of bed. I don’t struggle between parenting and mourning. I don’t strain for focus and clarity of thought. But, I do.
I don’t claw through the day just to get through it. I don’t wish for the bliss of apathy. But, I do.
I do all of these things. Now. Because of you, and us, and what we are no longer. And what we will never be. And what I no longer have the trust to try. The future I no longer see. The warmth I no longer feel. The love I miss with every passing second.
Every time the clock ticks by, a part of me wilts and crumbles. My soul is folded in on itself and crinkled. If it dries out, it will eventually turn to dust and blow away.
Tiny particles that can never be mended.
I no longer recognize all of myself. I don’t write long-winded descriptions of my emotional state as a soul/dust metaphor. But, I do now.
And I don’t want to, like it, or appreciate this new side of the coin.
OOPS! I never posted these... What was I thinking? Jazzie, these are for you! As for the pics... this is how poetry on a bar-nap goes down. With Style. Photos from Tom-Tom, The Diner, & Tryst... and I don't even hang out in Adam's Morgan!
TOPIC: Worm-Holes
Wormholes- a portal to the unknown a portal to another dimension another planet another life poetry - a portal to another state of mind I write, and write, and my mind wheels, whirls, careens, jumps through space and time stars, planets flash by faster than sound faster than light but I'm standing still - Shallom
lost on this path, this journey to the unknown expecting the unexpected, and yet not expecting at all cuz you, I'm ready for what's coming my way giving and learning everyday wondering if its worth all the heart ache and pain tryin to determine if my struggle has been in vain if love is worth fighting for if pain will cease to stain all the broken promises tossed and turned and yet I stay falling, crawling, fighting in this wormhole ever changing, rearranging in this wormhole this wormhole my wormhole my mind, my thoughts, my life - Jasmine
He said yes. Yes, there is more. More than what you first perceive. Stay longer. Visit often. Listen. Shhh. Now, you may learn. - k.k. :) (from the b.)
Europe's border-free zone expands Hungarian government ministers celebrate the Schengen expansion at the border station of Hegyeshalom Nine mostly ex-communist states have joined the Schengen zone Celebrations have been held after midnight to mark nine new states joining a European border-free zone.
The Schengen agreement, which allows passport-free travel across the area, now embraces 24 nations.
Some 2,000 people celebrated with the EU anthem, Beethoven's Ode to Joy, and fireworks in the town of Frankfurt on Oder at Germany's border with Poland.
The Czech Republic, Estonia, Hungary, Latvia, Lithuania, Malta, Poland, Slovakia, Slovenia joined the zone.
See map of Schengen area
German Chancellor Angela Merkel and Polish PM Donald Tusk will mark the event on Friday morning in the town of Zittau, near the point where Germany, Poland and the Czech Republic meet.
Crime wave fears
They will be joined by Czech PM Mirek Topolanek and European Commission President Jose Manuel Barroso.
On Thursday a checkpoint between Austria and Slovakia was dismantled in one of several events marking the enlargement from the Baltic Sea to the Adriatic.
Slovak Prime Minister, Robert Fico (left) and Chancellor Gusenbauer of Austria From midnight tonight you can travel 4,000km from Tallinn in Estonia to Lisbon in Portugal without any border controls Robert Fico, Slovak Prime Minister
New border security fears In pictures: Border-free EU
Slovak Prime Minister Robert Fico and Austrian Chancellor Alfred Gusenbauer sawed through a barrier at the Berg border crossing.
Other ceremonies took place in Hungary, Slovenia, the Czech Republic, Poland and the Baltic states.
Initially the lifting of internal controls involves just land and sea borders, but that will be extended to airports at the end of March 2008.
Mr Gusenbauer welcomed the extension of the Schengen zone, rejecting fears that it might create a crime wave in Austria.
The European Commission says that one billion euros (£720m) has been spent on beefing up security on the new EU frontiers, including the establishing of missions along the Polish and Slovak borders.
Mr Fico said: "From midnight tonight you can travel 4,000km (2,485 miles) from Tallinn in Estonia to Lisbon in Portugal without any border controls."
Although the enlargement allows passport-free travel throughout the area, travellers can be asked to carry documents by any of the countries concerned.
Vast database
For non-EU nationals, a Schengen visa allows travel across all the participating countries.
Thirteen existing EU states have already been part of the Schengen accord as well as two non-EU countries, Norway and Iceland.
The UK and Ireland are not involved in the zone - which embraces 400m people - but they have signed up to agreements on security.
A significant element of the Schengen agreement is the Schengen Information Service (SIS) which features an enormous database in the French city of Strasbourg.
The SIS database enables police in any Schengen state to find out whether a suspect has been involved in any kind of crime across the EU.
At times when I am still and the winter light is weak and gray The sorrow creeps in, For much is lost and little gained In a world where cold rain greets you in the morning
Seeking peace, I am at war within One path ends, a new journey begins…
When you take the below story w/ the NAU info (the video) and take at a global view, it's a bit much. Is anyone paying attention?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7141651.stm
EU leaders sign landmark treaty EU leaders sign the Lisbon Treaty in Jeronimos monastery, Lisbon The treaty was signed at Lisbon's historic Jeronimos monastery EU leaders have signed a treaty in the Portuguese capital, Lisbon, that is expected to greatly alter the way the 27-nation body operates.
The treaty creates an EU president and a more powerful foreign policy chief.
The document, signed at a ceremony at the city's historic Jeronimos Monastery, also scraps veto powers in many policy areas.
It is a replacement for the EU constitution, which was abandoned following French and Dutch opposition.
EU leaders insist that the two texts are in no way equivalent.
But the Lisbon treaty incorporates some of the draft constitution's key reforms, and several governments face domestic pressure over the document.
KEY LISBON TREATY REFORMS Creates new European Council president New foreign policy supremo to increase EU profile Commissioners reduced from 27 to 18 Removes national vetoes in around 50 policy areas Voting weights between member states redistributed No reference to EU symbols such as the flag and anthem Treaty faces referendum in Ireland and must be ratified by all other EU parliaments
Q&A: Lisbon Treaty Send us your comments Mark Mardell's Euroblog In a speech before the signing, European Commission President Jose Manuel Barroso called on European leaders to use the treaty to make freedom, prosperity and solidarity an everyday reality for all European citizens.
"From this old continent, a new Europe is born," he said.
Portuguese Prime Minister Jose Socrates, whose country holds the rotating EU presidency, said the treaty would create a more modern, efficient and democratic union.
"The world needs a stronger Europe," he said.
The leaders signed the treaty, translated into the EU's 23 official languages, using specially engraved silver fountain pens as a choir sang Beethoven's Ode to Joy.
UK signing
UK Prime Minister Gordon Brown signed the treaty later in the day after missing the the ceremony, citing a prior engagement in the British parliament.
Foreign Secretary David Miliband attended the signing ceremony.
The UK's opposition Conservatives accused Mr Brown of "not having the guts" to sign the treaty, which is politically controversial in Britain, in public.
Jeronimos monastery
Symbol of Portuguese history Having started this year with a celebration of its 50th birthday, the EU hopes the signing of the Lisbon treaty will end the serious mid-life crisis brought about by the death of the constitution, the BBC's Oana Lungescu reports.
There will be a lot of relief, said a senior European diplomat, but also some apprehension about what happens next.
Ireland is the only country planning to hold a referendum, but most voters there seem either undecided or indifferent.
Parliaments in Britain, the Netherlands and Denmark are also expected to give a turbulent reception to the 250-page text.
However, Germany, France and Poland have pledged to be among the first to ratify it, so that the new reforms can come into force in 2009 as planned.
Slimmed down
The treaty is a slimmed-down version of the European constitution, with a more modest name and without any reference to EU symbols such as the flag and anthem.
It is meant to ease decision-making, by scrapping national vetoes in some 50 policy areas, including sensitive ones such as police and judicial co-operation.
There will also be a foreign policy chief, controlling a big budget and thousands of diplomats and officials, and a permanent EU president appointed for up to five years.
But some already fear that instead of giving Europe a strong single voice in the world, the new posts will only generate more rivalry, our correspondent adds.
Shallom & I went for some much-needed adult relaxation. Of course, poetry on a bar-nap became the main event.... our friend Don (), a fabulous photographer joined in the effort. No pics yet, I'll upload those another time!
TOPIC: The Truth Fairy
The Truth Fairy loosens my tongue My lips My hips And I admit things better left Unsaid - Suggest things that nice girls Just don't do Even before the words escape My eyes betray me - Shallom
The Truth Fairy What a crock of shit Seriously Truth is in the eyes of the beholder Or, the oppressor Tyrant Winner of the war There's His side Her side And, the truth But who gets to hear it? Can you feel her wings Beating in your ears? - k.k.
I love children. That's a lie. I love children in the way that I love most other people: Taken as individuals. The truth is, I like the more adult aspects of children. The ones that carry on adult conversation. - Don TOPIC: Wishes
If ifs and buts were Wishes and nuts, Then we'd all have A Merry Christmas. - Don
Wishes, like tear drops in a bucket... Useless to quench this thirst. Dreaming by the light of realism, I despair. Find me in darkness, And rejoice; I am your dream! - k.k.
Do you wish you knew What I was wishing for? Maybe I'm wishing for you And wishing you knew Without having to tell you. - Shallom
TOPIC: Sad Songs
"When every little bit of hope is gone, A sad song says so much." so says photographer Don As song after sad song comes on And I drink my wine Having a mellow time Writing poetry that rhymes And then doesn't But, that's okay Because I've had a long day - Shallom
Sad Songs... Aren't they usually about Trucks, dogs, beer & cryin'? Oh, that's country. This sad song is about Loss on a global scale. Can you really search my house? Time to move - Europe, perhaps. The ultimate sad song Is yet to be written, But already foretold. - k.k.
Sad Songs, I only like sad songs When I'm happy. When I'm sad, A sad song will kill me. - Don TOPIC: What's Next?
What's next? What's new? Have we fully realized the moment? Have you? Shall we? Lets! chaos. Discord. Rules. Organization. Theory. Experience. Chance. Circumstance. Perspective. ART. FIND THE MOVEMENT! Tomorrow. - k.k.
What's next? The next laugh, the next slow breath Next sunrise, next glass of wine Next thought leads to the one after And the day after And the next week, month, year The next decision Next change to your world, my world Shifting plates Earth & rock & sea Skin & muscle & bone Converge, diverge, & transform Awake to the next dream on the horizon - Shallom
TOPIC: Apples & Vodka
Red, Green, & One A Day No doctor needed, Just Rocks. - Random Stranger
You like them apples? Too much vodka and I get a little Too honest... - Shallom
Shots, Anyone? Yes, please! But, only if you smell like Apples & Vodka - k.k.
Apples & Pears She looks in the mirror. She wonders, she frets. Doesn't she know? All it takes is vodka? - Don
This week my company performed Objects of Hope: The America Project at St. Mary's College. We faced quite a bit of skepticism, anger, objection, and offense at what we presented... at first. As the performance week wore on there seemed to be a palpable shift in the understanding of what we were saying in the work. In a nutshell, the entire piece was me asking myself questions in an effort to reclaim my personal patriotism. I'm still asking questions... feel free to join the effort.
I've come to a few conclusions: 1. Many military families object to anything involving the flag in a perceived disrespectful way. My response: It only makes sense - military families exist in a community that is supportive of each other. If a military friend falls on ill times, the rest of the community will pull together to make sure that person does not fall through the cracks. Military families have a village raising their children. Military families have to make difficult choices regarding freedom, service, taking orders, managing paperwork, benefits, wills, etc. Military families experience many of the most beautiful aspects of what the "stars & stripes" are meant to represent: a community of people with a common cause working together to achieve their goals - and demanding support from each other. Patriotism in action, loyalty fulfilled, etc.
As an artist, I have a similar community; I am fortunate. Sadly, many Americans live an isolated life devoid of much true humanity. There is little tangible giving and sharing in the average corporate life. It is far too easy to live for one's self and regard others as "characters" in the "Play of my Life." The piece was meant as a wake up call to people who rarely have to think about the larger picture of how our own actions, those of our community, and our government affect the global community.
Perhaps the piece comes across as offensive or confusing to military families because it is truly preaching to the choir?
2. If more Americans took responsibility for the actions of our elected officials, the laws they/we make, and the role we (as Americans) play globally, etc there would be no need for work like "The America Project." Answering for the U.S. while on travel is a deeply personal & difficult experience - the piece is, in part, a response to that phenomenon.
3. There is great beauty in the freedom to question and protest. It was frightening and glorious to exercise this freedom. I hope more people are inspired to ask their own questions and demand answers of themselves and others. I will continue my journey...
4. As a citizen of this country I am responsible, in part, for the actions of my country. At least that's how other's see it. Governments are made up of people, we ARE the people of the United States of America... I for one have allowed people who do not represent me in any way, shape, or form to make decisions, form public policy, start wars, etc that offend me.
5. The most effective way for me to produce change is through my art. Onward.
So.... I just wrote to a friend who posted a poem on his myspace: Love is a delicate path. Love is not fragile, but it requires careful attention. I believe this to be true - that love is not delicate; it can endure, but it's easy to misplace, forget to polish, etc. It needs a lot of food & water.
hmmmm. My boo is out of town and it sucks. Needing a little food and water myself.
The piece we're performing takes a lot of mental energy; I'm finding myself a bit exhausted this evening with more work to do than can be done. Tomorrow is the longest day of this week. I hope I create some success for myself in the day ahead. I am earnestly avoiding self-sabotage.
On another note, my students are working their tail ends off and they are improving daily by leaps & bounds. It is exciting to watch and be a part of their progress. I hope by the end of this run they have an understanding of how much they accomplished in one short semester. It's one thing for me to tell them; it's another for them to feel it and know it internally.
Sooo... we were at Kramer's after seeing a show... BTW, the CULTURESHOCK DC 5 year anniversary show was fab & fun!
I'm working on a HUGE project called Objects of Hope. One version of it, The America Project, is in performance Tues-Sunday at St. Marys College next week. I am in the planning stages of Objects of Hope: Washington, DC.
Personally, I've had a very long few weeks; much momma-drama & work. I think the poetry reflects that... can't pretend to be hopeful when I'm feeling something else.
TOPIC: HOPE
Hope is a four-letter word. So, for that matter, is Time. As well as, Love. As long as we're counting, Shit (4 letters) I'm not THIS angry - a five-letter word, or pessimistic. I'm just deflated. Where are my objects of hope? They lie in another 4-letter word: Rest.
Shallom's effort is far sweeter....
A safe drive home A good night's rest The soft touch of skin on skin Watching you smile in your sleep Wondering if you're dreaming of me A morning filled with movement And sunlight A long goodbye, a swift return A life lived to the last drop - Love reaching across the miles Love, coming home again.
So.... we're dancing at St. Marys College all next week (Tues-Sunday)
We're presenting 25 mins of material; I'm pleased with how the work has continued to develop. This piece of protest and inquiry has led me down a very personal journey as I uncover and reclaim some personal patriotism.
Objects of Hope: The America Project
This dance concert opens in the Bruce Davis Theater of Montgomery Hall on Wednesday, December 5, at 8 pm. Show times are December 5-8 at 8 pm and December 9 at 2 pm. Tickets are $4 for students and $6 for the general public. Tickets for the December 8 benefit performance for the St. Mary’s River Watershed Association are $10. For reservations, contact the theater box office (240-895-4243) or boxoffice@smcm.edu. The event is produced by the Department of Theater, Film, and Media Studies and directed by faculty member Merideth Taylor.
The space beyond: caring desire need love support anger apathy.
Beyond apathy
How did I get here?
NO MORE: acceptance explanation justification compromise enabling fear.
The space beyond: weightless wordless timeless
complete and whole within my own nature and the moments shared with loved ones who love me.
FREE
floating, soaring, turning, seeing; drinking in a new tomorrow.
I made the piece below about my own relationship with my mother. That relationship is in tatters as I write. In my history, this is a cycle. A cycle that includes vicious words, long silences, and one-sided warmth. I choose to exit the cycle. What lies in the space beyond?
My garbage disposal has been broken for a while now. I got sick of getting $300 estimates for a plumber to come look at it. I decided to use the extra time I have on this day (no dancing work over the holiday) to investigate plumbers on craig's list. Initially I got $200 estimates instead of $300, BUT THEN....
I called a very nice person who helped me help myself and save some much needed cash. He had me use an allen wrench to manually twist the grinders from underneath. Picture this: me, sprawled on my back under the sink, wrench in hand, working on my garbage disposal. :)
IT WORKED! I feel so handy and accomplished. Today garbage disposals, tomorrow...
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pictured, my fabulous niece: Eris jumping like the magnificent person she is!
My dear friend Arianna is getting hitched tomorrow. I am her MOH... kinda scary business! She's a wonderful, wonderful person and she found her compliment in this world; her husband is a blessing to her and she is to he. I wrote this thinking about their marriage - and many other people in my world right now.
I see so much beauty and possibility all around me; with people, art, ideas, solutions, and unity. However, I am forever tempered by the darker side of my reality: I've seen much fruit wither on the vine; untasted, tested, harvested, and tried. Possibility is like ripe fruit waiting to be picked; the effort of the climb is the greatest deterrent.
I'm encouraged by Arianna's bliss: happiness is, after all, contagious.
CHERISH thinking of you and only of you. I find myself once again confused. why do i miss someone I see almost everyday? I am not without your attention, affection and love; yet, I am filled with longing... not only desire, that's there too, but a longing to be closer to set myself free within the glow of us. let me release: relax, breathe and be still this unsettled feeling distracts me I have other things to do, thoughts to think, dreams to turn into reality ah, but a long-forgotten dream so nearly fulfilled: happiness with another so like me yet, so different. you are not tormented this way. my love does not sit on a shelf and wait it is alive; needing food, water, & shelter from all storms I found home in your arms, nourishment in your lips, hands, eyes, and smile your honey voice is a cool balm on a tired, old soul the younger spirit within me leaps and twirls with joy long forgotten my heart given freely, but certainly without ease; you see, my soul is older than it appears worn and weathered by lives past I've known love like this before; a rare seed to be planted and tended with the greatest care; fragile? no, it can withstand trials unimagined but, precious, wonderful, and often mistreated cherish. us we me you cherish me as I do you
Okay... so Shallom & I have a few favorite bartenders. They keep us smiling and they know how to entertain! Luis & Andrew, for your pleasure... we have yet to capture casey.
This is rehearsal footage from a duet Shallom & I performed last weekend. It's part of Echo Park Contemporary Ballet's rep. Artistic Director, Cedric Tillman. Think Fedoras, white button-downs & bootie shorts. Enjoy.
My students were psyched that I used the word tangent in a sentence today; apparently, they had just learned the word at school. Shallom and I needed food and down-time after rehearsal this eve... did it up at Tryst in our usual poetical fashion.
Topic: Tangent
TANGENTIAL
Sometimes words spin out of control Especially when the music is so loud I can't hear you I smile and nod And say the first thing that comes to mind Completely unrelated, but important, nonetheless. - Shallom
TANGENTIAL EXISTENCE
A tisket, A tasket, A penny for your tangent. This straight line doesn't fit my curves. Does yours? Loop around my thoughts and caress my thighs? Perhaps together we'll adjust the size of this sloping, slippery tangential existence. - k.k.
So... getting psyched to perform this weekend. It's been a good rehearsal process, wonderful people, some of my favorite dancers on the planet, and it's yummy movement that I haven't asked this body to do in a while. All in all, a fab experience. If you can make it, I'd love to see you there!
Echo Park Contemporary Ballet Presents On the Outside… Looking In
Artistic Director: Cedric Tillman
Featuring: Rasta Thomas • Oscar Hawkins • Shylo Smith • Shallom Johnson • Kelly Mayfield
One Night Only! RSVP TODAY: 202.246.1099
Saturday, November 17, 2007 Down Dog Yoga Studio, Georgetown 1046 Potomac Street, NW (Behind Dean & Deluca)
So, I'm working on a solo, perhaps duet for Reggie... some of the movement is starting to materialize. Here's some Dance Exchange Company Class students, including company member Cassie Meador & a father/daughter team from another class.
Shallom & I went to Tryst the other night for beer, tea & food. We'd had a very long week from extra rehearsals, my mother's venom toward my dearest guest, waiting to get paid far too long, and just being girls in the city. We were inspired to have a topic challenge... here's the result of our labor!
Topic: People Watching
A room full of crowded Strangers And here we sit, on the inside Looking out Searching for hidden stories In clouded, distracted faces
The hooded lady, alone on the couch, Waiting for a lover that never comes She leaves, to drink alone in her home, spotless and sterile The maid has left smudges on the Mirror. She will be fired in the morning. - Shallom
All that's distracting. I can't see his face. What is he hiding beneath that hat? Who gives a shit if you get tea instead of a drink? Not the woman you're speaking to - She's not interested. Faces reflected in the eerie glow of a computer screen - green, sickly and sad. Socially anti-social Bizarre breed, indeed. - k.k.
Topic: Temptation
Bound by words Spoken in love. In Lust. Just in. To him, to you, to us, to lust. For love, For need, For curiosity. For... Well, sometimes I'm not sure. The words are there. Whether carefully crafted, or thrown away. Either way, They're powerful. Watch me step, Step up or down, my timing's correct. In this life of love, with you. -k.k. :)
Sly glances from across the room Few and far between, But potent as Triple-strong drinks at the Mill On a Saturday night Slide by, brush the small of my Back with electric fingertips Wink Blush Are you ready for this? No, I didn't think so... -Shallom
Topic: Words
He needs time, he says with a smile Time to think, to prepare... Spontaneity overrated or merely Uncultivated? Waiting only increases my expectations I don't need brilliance, just a smile Words are words, Whether carefully chosen or thrown away And, napkins are disposable Combined, they find a way to my heart A window to my soul But, only if you're willing to step up and take a chance and Try.. -Shallom
Her writing, not the words, but the script itself says, "Jaded, a tad by life... Perhaps."
Words can be deceiving, but the action they are written with speaks volumes.
Sloppy/slashing tired strokes Or, are they bubbly and effervescent?
Anyway, I was thinking this should be posted outside every giant pizza slice place in Adams Morgan:
Ten Reasons You Should Call It A Night, Girl
1. You have absolutely no idea where your friends are.
2. You have absolutely no idea where your car is… wait did you bring your car??
3. You've become convinced that dancing with your arms overhead, shaking your ass, and yelling WOO HOO is truly the sexiest dance move EVER.
4. You've suddenly decided you want to kick someone's ass and honestly believe you can do it (bitch…i ain't playin…).
5. You start singing 80's songs at the top of your lungs and showing off your dance skills to the car next to you.
6. Your bladder becomes amazingly full every 10 minutes.
7. You sit down and the room and people around you start spinning profusely.
8. Your slurring your words so bad, that nobody can understand what your saying and then when they say what, you can't even remember what you were talking about.
9. You've come up with the brilliant idea that you can create less hassle on your friends by just "sleeping over" at a your guy friend's house.
10. You see beers all over a table so you lift each one up until you find one half full and chug it when no one is looking.
My mentor, teacher, choreographer, and (most of all) friend Ed Tyler ended his battle with bipolar on this day one year ago. I spent much of today insanely busy, perhaps in defense of the looming sadness in the back of my mind and in that spot between my shoulders.
Ed made me laugh deep and hard with wild abandon. I miss laughing with him. I miss his unique outlook on life. I miss his art. I miss his hugs. I miss so many moments that will not happen again. They have passed with him. I could not mourn with the group that met today to remember. I was in a rehearsal; and, somehow that was appropriate. Ed always pushed me to make art and to live my life within it. I have cried many times this day; something I rarely do. I feel a sense of acceptance I didn't allow last year. Now, I suppose I am able to truly and genuinely miss my dear friend.
Ed taught me so many things about art, dance, teaching, and myself. The lesson I carry with me daily is how it FELT to be loved unconditionally. He loved me unconditionally, and in the moment I was in; it's the best gift I've ever received. In a world where people have many expectations of who I was, am or will be; Ed loved me without reservation in every moment we shared. I do my absolute best to pass that gift forward. I can do so simply because I KNOW how wonderful it feels to be loved that way. Thank you, Ed Tyler.
Poetry on a Bar-Nap at Kramer's w/ Shallom:
Commitment to Breathing
Presenting itself in many forms, The greatest temptation is silence. To not say the words pouring out of my soul. Not make the dance unfolding in my head. Not teach what I know. Not tell you how I feel. Not hold you close to my soul the way I do. Not even to breathe. Exhale.
To be a cat... Pussy, if you will. Sexy, Powerful, with fluid grace enhanced by the mystery of feline ways. Cross me at your peril. Love me and perhaps... I may scratch- or, purr. You must take the chance, Pet me. -k.k.
Oct 25, 2007 Jazzy, Shloms, & k.k. at a Sushi place that failed to meet our expectations. We decided to write about lust and longing. Below is the result of our efforts... Enjoy!
From Jazzy (Jasmine Artis):
What good is lusting without wanting? What good is wanting without having? I don't want to guess, I want to know. Is it me, or is it she? Towards whom you are leaning? Either way, my perspective is shifting and if you ain't puttin' in the work, I ain't entertainin'.
From Shloms (Shallom Johnson):
Lust and longing for something more than this. More than you and I... So far, so far away - Lust, longing for proximity|closeness|touch Lost in this absence, each day feels longer, more distant. Each day away from you - a thousand hours more than I can bear.
k.k. (Kelly Mayfield):
Frustrated. Impatiently waiting for you. The music fades... the tables empty. My thoughts drift again to you. Body aching, spirit worn. My soul seeks rest in you. Lover, where? When? How? I must have you.
"Wanting is good. It's packed with possibilities. It often defies reason, logic, and rational thought. It is an undeniable feeling, a flash of how things might be. They are the secrets of the soul. The real challenge is trusting ourselves enough to act upon what that inner voice is telling us." -- Grover Dale
I love this girl! We are performing a lot together and she is staying with me right now. I can't imagine not having Shallom in my world. She simply must stay! I mean, I understand needing to branch out and see the rest of the world, but damn! I adore this lady :)
"Shall we turn in?" He asks. "Turn into what?" She replies. The place where the volcano meets the tide and all the elements combine. Where Angels really do have wings and everything flies but Time. Stands still. Breathing in the harmony of the moment where two souls found perfection in a kiss.
Feeling a bit burned out w/ it all. Dance is fabulous... many new opportunities on the horizon and the current work it coming together nicely. It's the rest of life that has me breathless, tired, and wishing for... something else.
I am exhausted by people demanding more of me than I can give, expecting me to create time where it doesn't exist, or simply wanting me to be someone I am not.
Most notably, my mother is living with me for a short while. It is terrible. We are very different people with very different desires, lifestyles, and needs. I might lose my mind before I find a solution to this paradox. On the one hand, she is a built-in baby-sitter; on the other, she is killing my peace & happiness.
I normally keep my home in a basically spotless, but lived in sort of way. She does not. I am accustomed to my friends feeling welcome to come, eat, stay, play and be. She treats them poorly and is rude.
Perplexed with the realization That yes, yes there are sweet temptations in life. Coming in all shapes & sizes, Tan or khaki even. And, yes there are jealous ones looking, lurking in the dark.
A challenge is raised. She said, "He's mine." Yet, who is he sitting next to, huh? That's right. Stay back, Step off, Watch me step to you.
I feel like a choreography chameleon, this Friday we perfrom a Broadway Jazz piece at the Ritz; Saturday, another version of the America Project. Hmmmm.
So... there's been much written in the dc dance blogs, particularly DCDANCEBLOG, about the recent improv festival. It's all fab stuff and very much on my mind... crafting a work for a typical stage w/ proscenium is completely different. This season, all of our concerts are on very different stages - the only true proscenium we'll experience is in December. Making dance is a huge challenge; crafting it to fit the space has magnified that challenge in wonderful ways... below is a quote from Amanda Abrams:
i strongly recall, during the festival, being drawn to moments in a few performances where the dancers were doing something you never ever see on the street. once, it was tony and ilana covering themselves, methodically and slowly, with thick white paint. another time, it was one of kelly mayfield’s dancers getting hit with four full buckets of water. both were simple, physical acts that startled me and pinned me to my spot.
I'm so glad people really saw the work and felt the need to stay... it's a huge compliment and part of the purpose of the work: how do you keep a mobile audience engaged? I hope to answer that better and better over time. :)
Here's Maida Withers' video collage from the festival. You see the moment Amanda referenced.
The performance was GREAT! It felt so good to do something I believed in to my toes. It was the first overt political statement I've made through dance. I can't wait to post the footage... soon, I promise!
A huge thank you to the dancers and to Paul for making it happen. And, of course to those who came out to support us; without you it would be another rehearsal.
I'm this tired! I took this pic of Shallom (one of the fab dancers in this piece) and my kid... we were all delirious - as usual!
Objects of Hope: America - First Draft Part of the DC Improvisation Festival Friday, Sept 28th 6 pm Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Library 901 G Street NW Washington, D.C. 20001 http://www.improvfestival.com/performance_schedule.html FREE!!
We've been dancing our butts off this week to prepare. I'm thrilled to have the space, location, and support that allowed this piece to come to fruition. This is the first time I've made a blatant political statement through dance. I'm a bit nervous about public response, but also relieved and content to have made the work. Of course, the work is never really finished.... I just made play-dough (at 2 a.m.) as part of the audience participation aspect. And I have one piece of music to edit, but you know... that's how we do.
So, two weeks ago I didn't have the people I needed to pull off the performance I have on Friday. The universe heard my plea for the right dancers and "WHAM" they walked through the door.
I am a very lucky lady. I can't wait for Friday to come.
These dancers have given me a minimum of 2 hours daily this week to pull this work together and into performance shape.