It's been good.
I was yanked adeptly from creative starvation a few days ago and have been on like a 500 watt fluorescent bulb since Wednesday. Sleep in strange hours, kitchen table covered in rubber cement and newspaper headlines, livingroom furniture on the front porch, and art-sharing with people I love.
Since Thursday I have been dancing through the streets with my head on fire, rolling around in the goodness of friends and local music -- Josh Ritter at the sauna formerly known as TT the Bear's, Daniel Barrett Group at Fanueil Hall, Michael Troy at Club Passim, plus nineteen old issues of Time magazine, a new fake fur blanket covered in yellow stars (yay sicko consumerism at new Target), and Eve.
Eve is my new snake. She is the most beautiful new snake ever. I will have to take some photographs of her and post them soon. You will love her. She was hatched this spring, and is now a 20" long Columbian Red Tail Boa Constrictor. She will be nine feet long someday. The baby mice in the freezer (her dinner) are stashed next to the Ben & Jerry's. Like my last snake Izzi, Eve will come to many shows with me, where she will dig on the vibration of the music, wishing she had ears.
And she makes a killer piece of jewelry.
I've been working on a few pieces of writing, which I have been digging into erratically and fervently, only to be distracted by some other thing such as the Djembe on my front porch or a fantastic new CD (still trying to get my hands on the latest Bright Eyes release to no avail), or a schizophrenic charcoal and stock photo collage, or one of the million other projects taking over all available surfaces in my apartment.
I can't wait to share.
Happy August, by the way. And everything after.
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