Rang in the new year warmly with mostly fellow CalArtians. The robot was done on a rooftop. Delicious food was had. My phone was lost and found. Marvelous stories were shared. Ah, yes.
Reading Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde might make you really wanna go to the Soviet Union.
I’d like very much to go on a tour of the UK this summer but am frightened by the fundraising. Last summer I went to Edinburgh and it was no picnic getting the money. Tears and everythang. But when I got there…so worth it. If you know of anyone who can help-do drop me a line.
I’m writing a new play. It bites. Hard.
I’m writing new poetry. It goes hard. Yes.
I’m writing a new song. It goes soft. Yes.