You know, I do normal things too. Like today. Today was a normal day for me. I didn't make any money. I woke up at 10am. I drank some rejuvelac, answered a few emails, made a few phone calls, jumped into some unexciting clothes and a comfortable pair of tennies, and went to the carpet store where the floorman, after hearing what I wanted it for, gave me padding for free.

Wow, what a great day.

I got to the dance studio very early and with scissors, duct tape, power drill, tire rubber and carpet padding, began constructing my new and improved stilts. Which again, great people made for me. Movie industry crew. The best of the best with wood and tools. And soon, all seven other company members arrived, and I enjoyed making eye contact and smiling with - most of them hugging, some kissing too, just greeting these people I honestly enjoy being with.

And we finalized choreography to our featured piece in the upcoming opera concert. We are defining avant garde on stage again. This must be done live and I deserve to be in front of three thousand well-dressed people. I love the way the slap their hands or yell to show how much they appreciate you. People give you carpet padding and make stilts for you and send you a rose backstage. Because they want you to keep dancing.

People sometimes are ready to grow and don't know in which direction. Other people know what to do and just can't get started. We rehearsed for five hours and each company member, paid not a dime for the 13 hours of rehearsal and minimally for the television shoot. We're here because we must. We just must do this Thing. I love people who must do the Thing.

Then we came down off the stilts - shirts sweaty whet and I made it to my rooftop to scry sunset and water the parched house plants. I made banana ice cream real quick in the Champion juicer with cacao beens fresh from my trip to Dominica recently. Ate it with a wooden spoon.

I got in Punkass the waste vegetable mobile and drove thirty miles out of Hollwood to a drum and bass party I heard about, knew no one at, seems at least four years older than the rest of the young people there and discovered DJ Jayvon a confouding mix of all the best ingredients. I was out of control. Oh, that drum and bass music.

I tired myself out, bought a $5 CD and left alone to enoy a clear highway drive back to Hollywood specifically. I'm gonna try to get some sunshine on my skin tomorrow. Sunday I have a photoshoot with Jack Dagger and then the last company rehearsal before our first run with orchestra and Taiko drums.

I hope something better than I can image happens to me happening to me this year. Something better than I can imaging is happening to me this year.

I hope there is warm sunshine tomorrow. I'm going to go take a hot bath. I'm going to sleep until I'm rested in a king sized bed alone. I'm going to post this writing without reading it.

Typical day.

I do normal things too.

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