Last Weekend

A week ago today, at this time I was probably in the libary finding books or tinkering with the internt following a weekend of going to Chicago in an irresponible, whimful manner. I awoke at around 1:30, having gone to sleep around 7:00 am after realizing it was Sunady and that the cafeteria didn't serve breakfast on Sundays. The night before and early that morning I had driven some of the way back from Chicago. I drove for the first time on the way up there, and drove on the freeway for the first time on the way back.

Driving is nice. There are very many applications to the ideas and phenomena at play in the act of driving. There's the whole idea of still-moving. I am fixed in a location that is not fixed and moving rather rapidly and with consequence. There's the hyponotic passing of road-paint and tree-line. The sensitivity. I understnad now what I have been missing out on and the lack of such sensitivity has been a large part of my aloof-ness to society for this society is smothered in car culture. Our social gatherings, rites of passage, daily acts, and our physical structure are all very intimate with the needs and wants involed with the automobile.

Physical expression is nice, too. yann and I went to Chicago for a Goat Island Performance Workshop.

Goat Island Web Page

Preceding the performance we stopped at a strange family fun sports pub/restaraunt thing which neighbored an awesome field that succesfully seduced us to enter into in an act of primal play. discovering some really beautiful mud we covered ourselves in it and began to behave animalistically. i reinforced my recent discovery of some kind of connection with ungulates such as Elk, Deer, Caribou, etc. I had the strong urge to run and climb when focused on my animal behavior. Yann was crawling and growling with a disconcerting grace. We entered into the car and started to drive. We left some of the mud on thoughout the weekend, leaving some behind roadside and in gas station bathrooms.

I saw the Lake and that was good. To my left, tightly, was towering building after towering building, to my right was misty, greyish-blue flatness and expansivenes

The next day at the Workshop at

Links Hall

we met with Goat island and the rest of the workshopees. The three worked with the group of us seperatly, yet all as one through writing and interpretive excericses and explorations. It was beautiful. There was a steady gradient of nervous discomfort into total love. I am discovered. I observed. I felt. I moved. I healed. I understood. I touched. I wounded. I beamed. I flowed over. I happy-ed.

There was amazing, beautiful, love-filled workshop and then there was:

SULTAN'S MARKET

!!!!

All throughout the weekend there was amazing conversation and self-interpretation and contextualization and putting of things together.

I am still behind in class, partially due to the trip, but it's worth it.