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    Monday, March 30th, 2009
    1:11 pm
    Flow Temple - Free Intro to Flow Arts and class in Poi, Hoop & Staff starting in April

    Flow Arts is a HOT new fitness and meditation practice that's FUN.
    FREE Intro in Griffith Park April 4, 5 and 11 at 2pm (map)
    Classes start in Hollywood April 12th
    Classes are super affordable
    Sign up at our website

     

    Flow Arts is a hip, hot, fast growing fitness meditation practice that puts your body in balance and motion. It blends meditation, dance, exercise and play into a fun and healthful activity that moves the body and stills the mind. It's like yoga, tai chi and dance all rolled into Fun! Flow Arts improves self image, dexterity, focus, coordination, body awareness, self confidence, spatial skills and promotes brain plasticity. It is a grounding wellness practice that is also a sexy performance art. Fun, healthy and energizing classes are available in Poi, Hoop and Staff. Our website has photos, schedule, and description of the individual tools and classes.

    Handrew, virtuoso pianist who's been playing since age 5 and has a Masters degree in piano:

    "Flow Arts has changed the way that I practice piano in such a positive way -- it changes the way I look at my own 'limitations.' Now when I come to something in music or in life that is really difficult I find ways of breaking it down into a physical science and breathing with it."

    At the end of the course, IF you are inspired to apply Flow Arts to dancing with fire, we'll take you to an optional bonus FREE graduation light-up session at a legal, public, permitted, insured fire spin gathering. We'll give you expert fire safety training and supervise to keep you safe. We'll make a photo of YOU dancing with FIRE. Check out the photos from our last Flow Temple Light Up. We'll make you an awesome keepsake photo to commemorate your first experience spinning fire. Imagine the slack-jawed stare of awe upon the face of your spouse, friends, co-workers, (future) kids, or mom when they see YOU in a picture like that!

    Hope, web designer and writer:

    "I totally need to do poi as a form of stress relief when my parents manage to push my buttons. It's very therapeutic. The more I play with the poi, the more I want to. dan has a unique combination of sprightly enthusiasm and non-judgmental encouragement that can help even the most uncoordinated bungler learn to spin poi."

    Classes are geared at your exact level if you've never tried any Flow Arts, but advanced Flow Artists who have taken our classes have reported benefit from our novel approach. Classes will work for you even if you think you're not coordinated, not graceful, can't dance or anything else -- I've been teaching my 65 year old mother (who didn't wanna for all those reasons) and she loves it.

    The testimonial photos from this page, as well as the Light Up gallery, ARE REAL PEOPLE. They're not circus freaks, they're not pro dancers, they're not pyromaniacs. A few weeks ago, they hadn't done anything like this in their lives and now they are Flow Artists and Fire Dancers.

    Gadi, raw foodist and musician:

    "I did 40 minutes of practice today and felt a continuous flow of relaxation. Once I get a good flow or rhythm, I don't want to stop. Fun Fun FUN!"


    Our 6 week classes are Sundays (poi and hoop) and Wednesdays (staff) in and around Hollywood starting April 12. See our website for schedule.
    The low price includes a daily coaching/encouraging/motivating/reminding-to-practice phone call if you want it.
    It includes our commitment to your success and enjoyment.

    Flow Arts practice also helps you conquer the procrastination habit. Starting now! Go to our website to sign up right now!



    you can do that.
    let me say that again.
    YOU. the one sitting in your chair. YOU. can. do. that.

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    Saturday, November 1st, 2008
    12:44 pm
    Yes We Can Flow

    Yes We Can Flow



    The first time I saw anybody spin fire, I was transfixed and inspired, but it was so far removed from my vision of myself that it didn't occur to me that I could do it. Subconciously, I thought that Other Kinds of People do crazy circus things like that.

    Six months later, I went to Burning Man for the first time. I found myself in a supportive, encouraging, inspiring community that helped me break through that myth. I realized that there are no Other Kinds of People. Anybody can do anything. I can do anything.
    YOU can do anything.

    Take a moment and imagine what living in a country like that would be like... where the public sentiment that trickles down from the leadership is one of inspiration and unity -- as opposed to fear.
    Vote.


    Thanks ruespieler for editing and co-shooting.
    Thanks Obama, Will.I.Am and the Yes We Can crew for inspiration and Resources.

    Here are the Resources I used and the Result I produced.
    Yes We Can Flow - This video in downloadable high quality. Feel free and encouraged to remix this into something of yours.
    Obama, Will.I.Am, et al - Yes We Can - High Quality.mp3 - Cleanest version of the audio
    Obama, Will.I.Am, et al - Yes We Can - YouTube High Quality_mpeg4.avi - Converted importable version of the YouTube high quality video

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    Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008
    9:08 pm
    Learn Flow Arts/Fire Spinning - Have fun getting your body, mind and spirit in shape!


    have you seen me spin fire? or heard tell of my fire spinning exploits?
    I was about to ask if you've seen photos of fire spinning that I've posted here... but I just looked and find that I've been totally remiss in sharing that part of my life with you. I apologize. I intend to make up for it. So check the bottom of this post for a small catch-up of fire spinning photos.

    you can do that.
    let me say that again.
    YOU. the one sitting in your chair and wearing your underwear (or not). the one staring slack-jawed with awe at your monitor right now. YOU. can. do. that.

    for the last loooong time, I've been talking about starting a Flow Arts / Fire Spinning school. I started spinning fire just over 6 years ago and it's completely given me my beautiful life. almost all the travel you've read about here? going to visit fire spinners. I am MUCH more confident, patient, adept, cool and all of the good parts about me than I was 6 years ago... largely due to the influence of fire spinning and my fire spinning friends. seriously -- I know a couple hundred AWESOME Flow Artists around the world... the ones who have clearly made it their personal practice and put in a lot of time spinning these things about. out of that couple hundred, not a single one of them is a jerk. Flow Artists are the most creative, giving, kind, communal-minded awesome set of folks I know. literally - out of more than 200 people, not a single jerk. try to assemble a group of 20 randoms with no jerks...

    I've collaborated with others to create Flow Temple to share this practice. we've done all sorts of prep, philosophizing, system development, training, practicing, etc and now we're ready to start teaching classes.

    November 9 is the beginning of our inaugural semester! and YOU can be part of it. We're teaching 5 different classes in various Flow Arts. Check out videos of the various tools in action and see which appeals to you most. and go for it!

    In addition to fire spinning being a sexy performance art, we call this overall practice Flow Arts because the benefits you get from this practice are more like yoga -- fitness, confidence, patience, focus, life harmony. You train in Flowing in life. I honestly feel like this is the next big thing... I feel like europeans who visited india 50 years ago and wanted to spread yoga because they thought their buddies back home would dig it and benefit.

    Flow Arts is a hip, hot, fast growing fitness meditation practice that puts bodies in balance and motion. it blends meditation, play, exercise and dance into a fun and healthful activity that moves the body and stills the mind. It is movement with an external focus that puts you "in the zone" or, as we like to say, in the Flow. It's like yoga, tai chi, dance and juggling all rolled into Fun! Flow Arts improves dexterity, focus, coordination, body awareness, spatial skills and promotes brain plasticity. it is grounding wellness practice that is also a sexy performance art.

    fun, healthy and energizing classes are available in Poi, Staff, Hoop, Meteor and Juggling Sticks. (see website for photos, schedule, and description of the individual tools and classes) all six-week courses are taught by internationally recognized Flow Artists and fire dancers. an optional seventh session at the beach will be available for anyone who wants to spin fire, and will include expert fire safety training and I'll make a photo of YOU dancing with FIRE. check out the bottom of this post for some examples of photos I've done. I'll make you an awesome keepsake photo to commemorate your first experience spinning fire. imagine the slack-jawed stare of awe upon the face of your spouse, friends, co-workers or mom if they saw YOU in a picture like that!

    classes are geared at your exact level if you've never tried any Flow Arts, but advanced practitioners who have taken our classes have reported benefit from our novel approach. classes will work for you even if you think you're not coordinated, not graceful, can't dance or anything else -- I've been teaching my 65 year old mother (who didn't wanna for all those reasons) and she loves it.

    classes are on Sundays (with different classes starting at different times during the day) & Monday nights in Hollywood starting November 9 - see our website for schedule.

    the entire 7 week experience is $140 ($120 if you prefer to skip the fire session). If you do not have the Flow tool of the class you've chosen, we'll sell you one special discount materials fee tool for the low low bargain basement price of only $20.

    the price includes a daily coaching/encouraging/motivating/reminding-to-practice phone call unless you prefer that not happen. it includes my and your teacher's commitment to your success and enjoyment.

    Flow Arts practice also helps you conquer the procrastination habit. starting now! go check out our webpage and email us about signing up right now.
    Flow Temple





































    Current Mood: excited

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    Monday, September 29th, 2008
    5:18 pm
    Hello!
    Sigur Ros is playing at the Greek Theatre on Thursday Oct 2.
    I'm going and have extra tickets -- I'd love for YOU to buy 1 or some from me.

    section C, row R. the backish of the theatre. but nearish the middle.
    and the Greek theatre ain't that big. All seats are good seats.
    they're $56 each

    I saw them at the hollywood bowl a few years back and it was one of tippy top most inspiring immersive concerts I've ever seen. They are AWESOME live. The greek theatre is like the hollywood bowl -- in that it's open air. The greek also has trees and is smaller.

    Plus I'd get to see you!

    here's me at dawn at the rainbow screen at burning man this year.


    (photo by Vanya of this story )

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    Sunday, April 1st, 2007
    7:34 am
    lookout update (and a couple pics from the epic journey home)
    Lookout tonight at the arclight at 8:10.
    I apologize for late notice - I do hope to see you there.
    perhaps good ole hollywood thai food supper after?


    check out this pillow fort/sculpture I made in the airplane between chiang mai and bangkok. it was completely uplifting to have an airline employee playing along! the word in thai is "sabai" it means no pressure or relaxed... sabai culture is one of the things I love about thai people.



    I met this japanese guy and his entourage of friends. we each were sporting watermelon colors and a bamboo hat. the posse, in which everybody had a camera and bowed was archetypal.



    pamcash welcomed me at the airport in seoul in watermelon shoes and bearing the awesome welcome sign. I have such a thing for signs welcoming people to the center of the universe. particularly at airports. and particularly on handmade korean paper with cool cutouts and swirly drawings and watermelon colors. I had an 11 hour layover en route from bangkok to LA and I spent it wisely running around with pam.

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    Saturday, March 31st, 2007
    11:19 am
    I'm back in LA. In the meantime, come see Lookout
    brother joe is in a movie which is opening tonight. as I JUST got back from 5 months in thailand, I've yet to have time to put together any sort of todo, but I'm going to be seeing it this weekend. likely saturday. I'll post when I know when and where I'll be seeing it. I hope to make a smallish todo. see it anyway, it's allegedly quite good and worth seeing.

    fyi my "day" today started in thailand on the morning of the 28th and will end when I go to sleep sometime around noon tomorrow - afternoon of the 31st in LA. via pam in seoul.

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    Thursday, August 10th, 2006
    5:53 pm
    a funny thing happened on the way to the california
    I've left paris.

    in fact, I left paris about a month ago. since leaving paris, I've been to london, all over(ish) ireland, frankfurt, driven the autobahn from frankfurt to innsbruck (austria), planned to drive from innsbruck to portugal, canceled that plan and am writing this on an airplane back to los angeles earlier than expected.

    I left europe early largely because I'm a bit weary of the constant traveling baselessness, and because I miss her. while I was in the airport to board this flight, I was planning on writing this entry about the time I've spent tooling about and not living in paris. in fact, I look forward to writing those adventures and showing you those pictures. however, I had quite a time in the airport and that quite a time is the story y'all get this time forthwith posthaste.

    Here's a longish prelude to my tale... it's boringer than that to which I'd like to subject you. but I've already written it so here it is if you want itCollapse )

    I'm waiting in the lounge and looking at pictures I've taken over the trip and reminiscing and looking forward to seeing krista.
    long about 1:45, my mad dash commences.

    they finally announce the gate for my flight. I'm off to a gate which turns out to be about a 20 minute walk from where I sat.
    unsurprisingly, and in this case, quite fortuitously, I was "randomly" selected for the extra security check bit. I'm selected for the random search about 10% of the time I'm flying from LA and about 80% of the time I'm flying to LA. I suspect they hate the player and the game.
    security guy: passport?
    dan: here you go
    sg: take off your bracelets
    dan: as you wish
    sg: take off your shoes
    dan: aye aye
    sg: take off your hat
    dan: done and done
    sg: can I look through your bags?
    dan: go for it. but please be careful - that bag has a camera, laptop, harddrive, and drawy tablet and that bag has another camera
    sg: thanks. please take out the camera and take off the cover
    dan: cover?
    sg: lens cap?
    dan: outta there
    sg: fine. now take off the lens
    dan: no problem
    sg: thanks. now turn on the small camera
    dan: your wish is my command
    sg: now sample your water
    dan: rum punch - quite satisfactory
    sg: now take out the laptop and remove the battery
    dan: ok.
    dan: uhhhh not ok. I need to go back right now - it seems I've forgotten my laptop in the lounge. can I leave all this stuff here?
    sg: no. talk to the ticket counter folk first. and when you return, we'll need to go through this again.
    dan: ok (packing up, putting on shoes, bracers, hat, putting everything away)
    dan (to ticket counter folk) I forgot my laptop out there... I need to run and go fetch it quick like a bunny.
    ticket counter: ok take your passport and ticket.
    dan: ok - running off.

    it was actually more of a waddle as I'm packmuling all the aforementioned heavy stuff. but it was a fast waddle. picture burt in the cartoon penguin scene from mary poppins.
    I power-waddle the 10ish minutes back to the spot where I'd previously lounged.
    unfortunately, as I power-waddled, the external hard drive fell out of my backpack and slapped the tiley ground somethin fierce.
    I didn't have time to mourn - and I still hold out hope that it'll still work.
    I return to the scene of my idiocy.

    the russian guys who had been sitting near me told me that a couple minutes after I'd left, a girl in a black shirt came by and walked off with the laptop saying she was taking it to information.
    I power waddle to the nearest official looking person and ask them what I should do and where I should go.
    check security, they say. they gave me vague directions to find it.
    I vaguely wander (waddle) off in that vague direction.

    after a while, I find security. they've seen not hyde nor hare of my computer. but will announce it on the PA if somebody turns it in.
    long about this time, I'm realizing that I don't know what I've done with my passport and ticket and travel notebook full of notes from the last weeks. I will further note that I've had this passport for 9 years. it's near full of stamps. I'm a bit slack when it comes to not losing things and I've always been impressed that I've never lost it and I was planning on retiring this passport after this trip and going to get a new one. to lose it at this stage would be frightful - not to mention logistically trying.

    at this point, I've got no laptop, no passport, no boarding pass, a maybe dead hard drive, and am not all that far from missing my flight. whereas an hour ago I was golden, recall.
    so I doublecheck everything again - no laptop, no passport, no ticket. but I did find my boarding pass. that's a small step in the right direction.

    I powerwaddle back to the gate.
    I stopped every single official looking airport guy along the way and asked if anybody had given them a passport.
    what got frustrating is each and every one of them wanted me to stay and discuss my problem with them as if they're the first person to whom I'm reporting this problem.
    when was the last time you had it?
    have you checked security?
    did you go to the loo?
    you'd better tell your airline about this straight away.

    I appreciated it from all of them. but I didn't have time for that and I didn't want to be rude. I was brisk. after the 4th time, I was quite brisk.
    halfway through the 15 minute powerwaddle back to the gate, I ran into a black shirted girl holding a laptop who told me I'd forgotten my laptop.
    I gave her a huge hug and asked if she's seen my passport.

    I put my laptop away and waddled off.
    after the 10th time of being asked if I'd left my passport in the loo, I may have stuck my toes on the too-brisk-for-brisk side of the rude/brisk line.

    I waddled up to the gate and ask the ticket counter guys if they'd seen my passport or travel notebook.
    no travel notebook, but they do have my passport. I distinctly remember them telling me I had to take my passport and me taking it. they, along with the evidence, say it ain't so.
    at this point, I've got the laptop, passport, and boarding pass. all I'm missing is the travel notebook. and potentially all the pictures I've taken on this trip on the maybe-dead hard drive.

    I go back to security guy and recreate the above rigamarole near verbatim.
    during which I found my travel notebook in my bag.

    I'm still on the plane, landing in about half an hour, being picked up by my mom, and taken to a warm bed and bath.
    after about an hour fifteen of waddling and maddashing and being leaden, I managed to briskly alchemize myself back to golden.

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    Monday, July 3rd, 2006
    8:38 pm
    last night was once-in-a-lifetime
    there's not a huge list of stuff on my list of I-really-really-really-really-wanna-but-I'm-never-gonna.
    last night I checked one of those off the list.



    that there is a picture of roger waters and me. the listy task off which I checked was seeing pink floyd in teh oncert in hyde park. granted, I saw roger waters, nick mason, and supporting band - not pink floyd. but the music was powerful, the show was huge, roger waters was on, the crowd was hyped. I felt so 60s anti-war. he was playing songs about and the crowd was shouting about bringing the boys back home, the bads of war, the sucks of the american regime, and the brits' shameful association with the american sucks.

    if I had to pick one town in the world to see pink floyd, london would be it.. it's their home turf.
    I'm in london, by the way.

    since getting here, I've gotten together with friends I haven't seen in too long and made them do odd things...

    like taking a mouthful of fizzy effervescent emergen-c, eat your cereal with chopsticks, and simulate famous photographs.

    I hotboxed a flat - by making flapjacks.



    I've done some walking around this town and found assorted cool stuff

    it was canada day, so I took a picture of me all canada'd out for my far off fiancee.
    I've been wearing watermelon stuff, and specifically hand-painted watermelon converse for years. further, I've been finding that the trends of fashion have been copying me of late. and here's no exception. I mean really - watermelon converse? who else wears this?
    the man set up a wall over 2m tall blocking our view of the lovely clean thames. as if that was going to stop me...


    on the other side of the highway/bridge, was a busker to whom I gave some ruegelte in exchange for a photo
    I don't think I'll ever own a SUV in my entire life. they suck on any number of levels. but I will tell you this - if I ever get a SUV, I'm going to put a YETI license plate on it.
    this mad scientist guy makes big machinations of plastic tubing and wind power - they walk around and look creeky.

    tis photo series is one of my favorite pasttimes in the london tube:

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    Monday, June 19th, 2006
    5:22 am
    two tickets to suburban parisdise
    here's my life, of late...


    I met a russian clown/artist in new york last year. I went to his art opening in brooklyn and we made, amongst many cool things, this picture:


    I was recently busking at sacre coeur (note the big crowd of suckers at the bottom of the picture who just wanted a peaceful evening overlooking paris from a gorgeous church but who instead got roped into seeing my show because they were too lazy to leave) and made this picture:


    which I sent to him because it had the jumping orange theme going on. lo and behold, he tells me he's staying at his parents' house just outside of paris, that tomorrow is his dad's (another russian clown) birthday, and why don't I come on over and have some laughs.

    I packed my stuff and hotfooted it to the train for a 45ish minute ride to parc disneyland, which is in the suburbs of paris. I've been thinking about going to parc disneyland since I got here (on and off (mostly off), not like it's been a pressing thought). not so much to go and see the features of the parc. but to see the differences between it and the disneyland in whose shadow I was raised. but I had not the motivation to actually haul my cookies all the way to the parc just for that reason. and I didn't want to spend a whole day there in any case. hence being picked up there and going in far enough to use their plumbing was perfect.


    I've spent the last week here, feeling a bit like I'm in russia. the few times I've ventured forth into the world, I've been momentarily surprised when the people speak the french. everybody here speaks between broken and good-but-russian-accented english. my collective hostive is about the same with french. they all speak better russian than anything and mostly speak in russian. sometimes they translate for me, sometimes I just watch and follow the gestures and sounds of conversation. these are world class clowns (and the family thereof, who spend a lot of time with world class clowns) hence divining meaning without words isn't as hard as it otherwise would be. my friend was raised in this environment and is one of the more creative people I know. this kid will be raised in at least as cool an environment and ought to take over the world some day...

    you saw her here first

    I've felt so creative here... it's been amazing. I feel like this environment is tailored to foster creativity while providing an excellent life for those living it. we gave the jumping orange dot picture a second go...



    the outtakes are quite amusing

    though the main project has been a fire spinning video I've been trying to make for about a year and a half. no link yet.
    while here, I met another russian. this one is a guy who runs a zen monastery/yoga center/steam bath house/martial arts camp/day spa in the south of russia. he invited me to go be a student/artist/performer there for free (waiving the normal 400 euro per day fee for guests). and what I've got to do to earn my keep is spin some fire every night. how cool is that? I've been wanting to go to russia since A) I missed the st petersburg 300 year anniversary a few years back B) joe went to russia with these self same clowns C) rocky IV.

    life is like my feet are kicked up on the railing, watching the sunset, overlooking a beautiful river and trees.
    except when it's more creative, exciting, and precarious...

    sorry mom



    ps - if you haven't heard of zbig rybczynski or seen his short film tango (his others are darn cool too, but tango's my favorite) and you do not have a pay-by-the-byte internet connection, check this out... it's downright flabbergasting. tango

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    Saturday, June 10th, 2006
    9:15 pm
    update from paris
    life is swell here. french is better than it's ever been. by a lot. I can talk to strangers and I only need to tell them to talk more slowly about half the time. in fact, I was surfing the free wifi (pronounced weefee) outside a cafe with cherry and jimi when a guy asked if he could take our picture. we talked for about 20 minutes and the resulting results resulted.

    I've finally made myself a website. burningdan.net. it's got all my favoritest photos (many of which have never been posted here) and some words and cheesy pink rollovers!

    I've started busking the streets of paris - the parisians have been swell ruegelt givers and the police have not hassled me once (knock on wood).

    I've been posting flyers about teaching photo lessons in english (ie teaching photography and english simultaneously) and I've gotten some bites.

    I've been pondering life, the universe and everything. I've been doing a fair amount of yoga. I've been making friends and influencing nipples.

    I certainly miss my friends, family, her and the produce of LA. but the better mustard, better cheese and challenging language tries to make up for it. I cannot believe what a high percentage of my brain cycles go to language these days... even thinking about english differently. thinking about french idioms and learning how one says things makes me think of how we say various things in english. my favorite so far is that to have a crush on dan is literally translated "to have a stutter for dan" which is unbelievably cute and accurate.

    I've been appreciating the way the city lights dance on the seine.. really in a new way. sometimes it even looks contrived and controlled; the way they sparkle when observed from one particular bridge near notre dame.

    and I've been taking some pictures...





    (ps - I assume everybody has checked out zefrank's the show. if not, check it out. daily)

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    Thursday, April 27th, 2006
    5:16 pm
    last week was the first day of the rest of my life
    appropriately, at the outset of this voyage, a vial of glitter came unscrewed in my pocket. I'm covered in glitter. all my stuff is covered in glitter. everywhere I've been is sporting a trail of glitter. it's been a Glitter Incident. quite auspicious.

    this here's the story of the start of the biggest trip I've ever taken. let me tell you a bit about my life...

    I've worked at the same job since 1993. she's treated me well; we've enjoyed a wonderful symbiotic relationship. however, over the last few years, my interests have shifted and I've wanted to spend my 9-5 doing more artistic things. in fact, my primary goal at work for the last 4ish years has been to shuffle things around and get stuff done such that I could telecommute part-time and not leave her in a lurch.

    after one of the more trying and interminable battles I've ever waged, I finally did it - last thursday was my last day in the office. which means that, unlike what southwest offers, I'm now free to move about the world.

    I'm typing in the dallas airport - the obvious logical place for a stopover between LA and my new digs - paris. for the reefer madness crowd, today is 4/20 and my plane to paris boards at 4:20.

    I've never lived outside LA. never. LA is just something I've sort of assumed forever (it's been the assumed setting for my movie, not that I've assumed I'd live in LA forever). it wasn't until recently that I even noticed that I'd never lived anywhere else. it wasn't until even more recently that I realized I recently set a new personal record for longest duration of consecutive days outside LA - about 7 weeks in australia and new zealand. I'd never spent 2 months away from my parents house (not that I've lived with my parents the whole time, but just that I've never been far from the vicinity)? I recall being somewhat shocked when I encountered a 25ish year old girl in south dakota who said she'd never been more than a couple hundred miles from where we were standing. and I've never gone two months without seeing the 405? damn...

    off I am and off I'll stay. leaving a wake of glitter, apparently. the good news is that I'll have more time to take pictures, update my lj, spin poi, and not have such pressing compulsory hustle and bustle. the more good news is that I intend to speak markedly better french than I do today (which, with a week of hindsight, is amazingly true. my french is WAY better than it's ever been).

    the less good news is that I'll be away from Her.

    a while back, I wrote that I'd found the girl. as it turns out, I was right. my statuesque canadienne (who here in my lj, for the sake of innocence-protecting name-changing, I call krista) and I are happily embarking upon the rest of our mutual lives. she and I are engaged to be married at an unspecified date in the future. at a specified location in the future - burning man.

    years ago, I was talking with an ex girlfriend who'd recently gotten married. she told me that getting married changed her relationship. she said that it wasn't like before getting married she'd had a crap relationship. she had intimacy and trust and all the fixins. but, she claimed, when she got married, it suddenly hit a new level that she didn't even know was missing before. at the time, I dismissed it as newlywed hysteria. or warm feet. or something. I defer. my own thoughts and feelings toward krista and our relationship took a giant leap in the aftermath of our engagement. my theory is that the knowing that I'd made a life-long commitment is what that's about. I think.

    the way it all happened was relatively fairytalltale... she and I broke up and up we stayed broke until thursday night at burning man. we'd talked during the broken upness, but we were not a lingering breakup or on-again-off-again (jiggity jig). during the broken up time, we both grew and changed. except at the time, I only saw how she'd grown and changed.

    during the breakup talks, krista told me she had planned on proposing to me saturday night as the man burned. also during the breakup talks, I told her I didn't think I'd have said yes. by thursday night, I'd forgotten about that exchange.

    I started thursday the way I had started every day since breakup - not thinking that she and I would get back together. but I had a revelatory thursday and conciously realized that she'd grown and changed. and I re-realized what a wonderful badass she is and how she and I will make each others' lives better forever.

    I strode up to her, gently grabbed her chin and turned her face toward mine.
    I said yes.

    and that was all.
    it was clear to me that I'd just asked her to marry me.
    I subsequently learned that she understood it as well.
    surprising how much sense it makes.

    I didn't get a picture of it - except in my mind. I have this wonderful snapshot in my head of her in chloe (the green faux-fur watermelon cloak pictured below), with half her face obscured by shadow, and the rest glimmery inridesent... like a flashbulb or fireworks are going off around her. that image, more than anything I've ever experienced makes me want to be able to draw. at least I've got it in my head.

    as I missed the opportunity to physically capture the amazing mind's-eye-only picture, I cannot show it to her, you, or anybody else. but I've got two others that work in its stead.

    one of the cool things about getting engaged is that I got to be right about this picture. I was a bit overcome with herness during an alone moment shortly after we met. pragmatically speaking, I took that picture to hedge my bets - if I turned out to be right about our future, I'd have quite an amazing present to give her. if I turned out to be wrong, I'd never show it to anybody. I didn't show it to anybody until we were engaged. I contemplated saving it for a wedding gift, but I was too excited to share.


    about 6ish hours after the yes, I got this picture of our first together sunrise.


    4/20 is genuinely the first day of the rest of my life.
    and I start it covered in glitter.


    thank you jessica and everybody else who helped this transpire
    yes - I know it's not 4/20 anymore and I know I'm not in dallas - I've spent quite a week in paris, but quite an internetless week. having a great time - wish you were here

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    Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
    9:54 pm
    Brick opening - come and see it (and me)
    last time I posted like this, it went well. this time, it will be a smaller production.

    I'm probably going to see the opening of brick thursday night at midnight at the arclight (friday at 12:01 am, for the sticklers). you should come.

    unlike manic promotions, there's not going to be an afterparty this time. so it goes. but it will probably be one of your last chances to see me for a while as I'm moving out of los angeles indefinitely in roughly 3 days (sort of to paris, but more like to out there)

    if you don't make it to that show, go see this movie. it's amazing. I won't bore you with my review, but I aspire to use brickisms in daily speech. everybody everybody has given it glowing reviews. brick won a special jury thing at 2005's sundance film festival.

    this is not a red carpet premier. this is just a movie. there's no list or anything. buy a ticket and enjoy the show. while you are welcome to ask me if it's going to sell out, if there's still space, if it has sold out or anything of that ilk, it won't do you any good as I don't know.

    hope to see you there

    PS the subject's "and me" is a probably/tentative. while I fully expect to be there, I reserve the right to not)

    and here's a list of tentative cities and release dates (none of which are one-time showings)... go see it!Collapse )

    Current Mood: proud again

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    Wednesday, January 4th, 2006
    8:15 pm
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    click click click - clickety click - click that picture...

     
     
    it kind of feels like cheating to use burning man pictures.
    there is sooo much cool stuff from which to make photos, I sometimes feel like you've just got to point your camera randomly and you'll come out with a cool something or other.

    "whose universe is it?" my friend asked when she took me out to the man, straight away after I showed up.
    see, the man was pink and green this year. which, this whole 80s craze notwithstanding, has been my color combo for a while now.
    it all started with that watermelon thing I do. and it keeps working for me. I give away watermelon gum and keep warm in chloe - my watermelon cloak. some people have taken to calling me watermelon.

    the interesting bit is that I'm not even particularly fond of natural watermelon. but it's more striking than cateloupe.

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    Wednesday, December 28th, 2005
    5:53 pm
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    click the above picture.




    I get quite a kick out of making things look like what they're not.
    I'm not sure why that is. I don't know what I specifically enjoy about the "what in the name of god is that thing?!" "oh... it's my nose!" effect. but I know I specifically enjoy it.
    this is one of those that nobody guesses what is this is to be is.

    this picture reminds me a bit of death guild and stun runner and teenage wasteland and sort of a return to oz style yellow brick road

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    Tuesday, December 27th, 2005
    5:19 pm
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    click the above small firey hair for the roaring fiery hair

     
    I was at a costume party at the monster house when the bartender, who had been dressed in corsetry and a wig, ripped her wig off and did the librarian hair toss thing. did you notice how her hair actually resumbles a roaring fire?

    roaring!

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    Friday, December 23rd, 2005
    4:54 pm
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    click the above pic. no really

     
     
    I'm not sure how this point has eluded me heretofore, but what I need is a green picture of cassandra.
    we've got a red one. though she and I have imminent plans to do a bedder redder one.
    and we've got a blue one.

    my favorite photography teacher said that photography is about solving problems.
    I don't know that "about" is how I'd describe it, but solving problems and eliminating detractors from the final picture is as much of my process as trying to figure out what goes in.

    this is one of those instances. with help from boymaenad, I snatched victory from the jaws of bad lighting defeat.
    we were in the tiny backstage dressing room at a club where the Blue Dan's Troupe had just performed.
    the background was cluttered. the lighting was overhead track and unattrackive.

    somebody spotted a dusty spotlight in the corner, found a blue gel, bounced the spot off a mirror, feared shorting the entire club's electrical circuits, closed our eyes and thought lovely thoughts.

    uhhh diane.

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    12:51 am
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    click the above picture for the bigger version

     
     
    I have/had more trouble with this picture than most figuring out what's so appealing about it.

    I kept not being able to figure out what kept drawing my eye into this picture. it vortexly sucks my eye into the center. the rule of thirds is largely out the window. the center of the picture (top yellow light) is almost exactly in the center of the picture. and yet it vortexly sucks my eyes.

    my mom said it had to do with the shape of the clouds. like they're making a shape that criss crosses and makes you follow their slightly curving lines? she said the clouds make a box shape. almost swastakish, she said.

    does this picture's mojo work on you? either way, any idea why?

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    Wednesday, December 21st, 2005
    7:42 pm
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    click up here



    diane,

    this time it's purple. I think we're closing in on the owls and the coffee.

    coop

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    12:22 am
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    hurry hurry hurry... click right up (there)


    diane,

    aliens? pictures?
    this is an interesting take on the venerable "alien picture" format some friends do.
    an alien picture is when the camera is aboe you and at an angle such that your forehead takes up half the frame.
    I think I saw the man from another place with a camera above his head recently.
    the other hand held some good morning america.

    coop

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    Saturday, December 17th, 2005
    7:10 pm
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    click to get the bigger detaileder defeateder picture

     
     
    diane,

    bob's former former partner in crime, who has both his arms, paid me a visit.
    he said he's sorry about his prior affiliation with the crazed spirit and he wants to make ammends,
    but he was in the midst of hearing news that his only daughter died while an anvil landed on his toes.

    coop

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