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David Ford & Halloween?

Who could ask for more random, thought provoking, shoe-shining, upskirt selfies, good tunes and good times than a combination trip to New Orleans for David Ford’s cross-city installation project San Simon P3 and Halloween?!!! Amie Wylder and I took a midnight bus to New Orleans from Austin. 12 hours total, with a stop in San […]

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We Are Conduits

Love is something we cannot fully describe, nor fully feel, for that would be to contain it, and love cannot be contained. It is the essence and the energy of creativity. It is the light and heat of the stars. It is excitement, inspiration, and awe. It is the brightest idea you’ve ever had, that […]

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Big Sky Country

I prefer to drive barefooted, with my toes outstretched, gripping the accelerator. There’s something child-like about feeling the gears shifting and the tires rolling under my heels…as if I’m back at my Grandmother’s home, driving her pea green Falcon up the long driveway, my toes barely able to reach the pedals from the edge of […]

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Houston, We Have a Bird Problem

I hopped off the Megabus in downtown Houston early Saturday morning…much earlier than I had seen the world in quite a while. The sun had not yet risen and the expansive downtown was quiet and dark. I chose to take a later bus to Austin because I thought I should get some breakfast before another […]

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On Belafonte’s “Jack-Ass Song”

My first experience with Harry Belafonte was hearing “Day-O” in Beetlejuice some fifteen or twenty years ago. Calypso captured my heart and I began singing island songs from the 1950s to my classmates. We all have our idea of cool music, and Harry Belafonte was mine. A few years ago, I found myself watching, “How […]

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On Pole Dancing

I flew into London on an over-cast Tuesday. It would be my first trip across the ‘pond’ and I could hardly contain my excitement on the plane. I didn’t sleep, and at what would have been 2:00am, our plane scuffed its heels at Gatwick. The conference I was attending was in Bristol, some 200 km […]

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On Astral Travel

Upon my first trip to Brazil, I was hardly prepared for the language and culture shock. My knowledge of Portuguese was comparable to a third grader and if I could not rattle a response from my head, I reverted back to speaking Spanish – which to Brazilians is very insulting. “Nao fallo espanol, eu sou […]

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On Plucking Stories

Generally speaking, the Chinese are small people. During the rainy season the streets were packed. We were all shuffling cattle, and the locals carried black umbrellas that spun and threatened to poke me (a tall American girl) in the eye. I became very adept at batting them away as they spun towards my face, and […]

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A Week of Pilobolus

Getting myself into situations where I don’t know what or to what degree of extremity I am getting into, is quite common. The Pilobolus workshop, Level II, mind you, was exactly that. I knew of Pilobolus. I had a friend who toured and performed with them. He told me his body was put on a […]

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Getting into Canada

It is difficult to explain to Canadian Immigration that I am a traveling performance artist. That I have no interest in moving to Canada, or working in Canada. That I have no interest in working at all. “How do you travel then?” “I have a savings.” “And what, you will travel for one year? Five? […]

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