one series of escapes

We* were invited to perform at the Beauty Bar and Cafe Mundi, both in Austin, TX; but for some reason, couldn’t get any shows along the way [until the last moments before we were set to depart]. So, Pablo went to Argentina for a wedding. I and went with Adam, my great friend who had offered to sub for Pablo, on a series of escapes from Staunton and my altered self (which has been developed over the last 2 years almost entirely unbeknown to me). And so, we found ourselves spontaneously in Richmond, Chincoteague, Pokomoke State Forest, Assateague, D.C., Baltimore and perhaps tomorrow in Berkeley Springs and Seneca Rocks.

I have a few stories to tell. Whale tales. Horse tales. Tales of silence and friendship. Tales of fires. As well as thoughts on death, urbanity and America. But, as such, all of these will have to wait. Missoula Oblongata, a New York theater company is here at The Annex, in Baltimore for their second round of performances of their play, “The Moon, the Racoon, the Hot Air Balloon.” I need to help set up.

One note of major consequence to the upcoming postdated entries is that my Sony Cybershot, of 5 years in age suddenly and unexpectedly died 6 miles back into the middle of nowheres without any backup to replace it. So, photo uploads will be difficult and photos will be generated via disposable cameras and hour-photo booths from this point on until I spontaneously begin making more money…

This is a brief announcement about more to come.

*we = Pablo + Me = Little Ocean Boy

~ by nellykate on March 12, 2009.