heathervescent

Before I forget

A couple hooks that I want to write about, but don't feel the luxury of time to do so right now.

- Art of Bleeding killer show, my goth nurse costume and how I (and BJ) won the impromptu costume contest
- Jury Duty stories yesterday
- On Evangelism
- Memory sticks, power objects and decoder rings

Because later today I am heading out to my favorite desert local with my love and we are going to get jiggy with the Joshua trees.

Oh and there is a new addition to the family: Ingemar. We picked him up last night. But first, I need to do some work.

Rockets!!!!

I just made the biggest score of the year! Last night on my way home from LAX I stopped by a friend's house and picked up his 16+ year old rocket collection! Yes, home made rockets, blast engines, wadding, launch pads and more. So much information and history. I felt like I had been given an amazing treasure chest.

And it's perfect timing too. One of my "goals" on my project list has been "get back into rockets". Now I have no excuse and everything I need to blast-off!

VR Dreams

I dreamt of my first first-person VR experience. You know, like in eXistenZ, that Cronenberg movie? It was so vivid the wake up call barely pulled me back. I choose a different body type but something that was still somewhat like me and went up an elevator, alone into a new world. Since it was my first time, I could only start at floor 2. So I went up and started exploring. I found some party friends, who were really partying it up. And then I started exploring the city. I was walking around and this couple was standing together, and we started talking. I recognized them from my waking life. They recognized me, although I was not myself. It was Sean, whispering to Erika (although I could hear him), you know, that person is a lot like Heather, and I gave a look of recognition, and he immediately got it and said something like, Ah, it is you Heather. And then we went on about talking about VR, the environment and why/how I choose who I did and how my essence still came out.

It's probably one of those random dreams mashing up my recent re-start reading of Trouble on Triton (which I think should be bundled with Mez's More than Human) and my travels yesterday.

But I got me thinking. What if there was a way to transport the essence, the soul, your consciousness into a virtual reality? There will be a way someday. (Just read Kurzweil.) And actually there is a way you can do it today. It's called magic. Sorcery. And the stories are hard to believe, but why not? (Because there are more things in Heaven and Earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy, said the Old Baird.)

I've heard stories of people channeled, their essences trapped (or placed) in objects. A small shard of pottery found in central Mexico held the memories of a sacrificial slaughter. These are power objects. Energy infused beyond the regular object make-up.

I could go on with this, but I have to be disciplined and jump in the shower and get ready for my day. But I'll be thinking about this topic, even as I discuss business opportunities 30 stories above the city.

More on my War

What people don't realize is that it is always war. Those who disagree, aren't paying attention.

I was stuck on an airplane for 5+ hours earlier today. (Yesterday in the timezone I currently inhabit, today in the timezone I write in.) I finished reading The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien this weekend. Really it's that book (and my recent viewing of Apocalypse Now REDUX) that has spawned this war obsession. And retrospecting on family histories.

Most of the time, I'm disinterested in war, because I don't like fighting, combat or killing people. But I've come to realize, that my entire life I have practiced being a warrior. I've had my years of aikido and weapons training. Of hunting and stalking people, animals and places. I pick up any skill or tactic in my adventures and put it in my toolbox to be a better warrior. I don't attack or kill - is not my style. My preference is not to fight with other people. My war is much larger and I fight it each and every day.

I fight for awareness. For evolution. For the freedom to think, to be - "all that you can be". To drag your stubby legs out of the ooze that is called mainstream media conditioning,  "this is the way you should live" and be a happy consumer, human battery.

My war is one I fight every day, with myself mostly and sometimes others. It's a hard war, because even when I win it - a moment maybe - it means practically nothing.  Because the world is inhabited by mostly unaware individuals and even in my aware moments, I am often surrounded by the unaware.

But I dream. Imagine a world where everyone is aware! Paying attention. That's where I want to live. That's the world I want to create. That's what motivates me wake up in the morning and be optimistic and fight the good war.

Evolution. Not just the evolution of an individual (ahem, called enlightenment) but the radical transformation of an entire race. I know it's possible. It's just a matter of timing.

Ingemar

I started out early saturday morning meeting Charlotte in Playa del Rey. She introduced me to Ingemar - an olive/black saab convertible. I don't think I mentioned on the blog, but I sold my black saab convertible earlier this summer. Even though we had so many good adventures together, it just felt like it was time for it to go. My heart was breaking as I sold it. I knew I was onto bigger and better things, but still, I loved her so.

In the meantime, I've been driving the surprise Jeep. I think I wanted one at some point, maybe when I was a teenager, but I'm not into the jeep at all. I feel like I am in college and I don't like that feeling. The jeep has all the bad characteristics of a convertible (loud wind noise) and none of the good (fast, sticky tires, nimble) - not to mention almost everyone has a jeep in LA. It's about as unique as fake tits on a trophy wife. Blech.

I digress. Before I met Ingemar, I was pretty sure I was going to fall in love. I had secretly been stalking the ad for a couple weeks. I wasn't sure if I really wanted another saab. (I was really in denial.) And it was really expensive - more than I wanted to pay - although a good price for the vehicle. So I just sat and waited. And hoped I would forget. But I didn't.

Then I remembered the feeling I had when I saw the ad. It was love at first sight - just like my last saab. In that case, I saw the posting and I knew that was the one I wanted. Again, it was selling for a lot more than I wanted to spend. And I waited that time, but eventually ended up buying it. (See the blog postings from June of 2004.)

I was pretty sure the same thing was happening here. I would stalk the listings and eventually come back and look at Ingemar. I thought, this is the perfect car, it's exactly what I want and at the same time... noooo, it's way more than you wanted to spend. Finally I broke down and wrote an email to the owner. We agreed to meet Saturday morning for a test drive. Stepping into Ingemar was like coming home. It was so much like my previous saab. When I curled my fingers around the stick and felt the smooth as butter clutch, that was it. I had to have it.

I can't express how happy I am to be back in a convertible - a saab convertible. And I can't wait to get back to California. Ingemar is waiting.

gathering

A friend reminded me, storm clouds must gather before they can rain. That must be the case the past couple weeks, which means, watch out - cause here comes the purple tornado.

War

I am getting more and more intrigued by you. Not only are you a catalyst for world change, but personal transformation. And you are more play than anything else. That is what I think is most misunderstood about you War. Instead of toy guns yours are big complicated machinery. I know it's easier to play than think about the big questions. And if the world is destroyed, well then, we have millions of years of evolution before the big questions dare be pondered again. But those big question are begging to be understood, to finally shine again.

War, come be my friend. O favored child of our times come rest your weary head and help me plan my attack.

Hey Gawkers

Hey Gawkers,

Yeah. You there. On the other side of the screen. I see you. Don't try to hide your face from me. I know, I know, so many people have issues with bloggers and laptops. Hell, a few days ago, I almost wrote a rant about lame ass laptop stickers, but I sucked it in. Yeah, I did. It's saved as a draft.

But come on. I have to say, it is pretty damn cool to "blog" from the top of a building. With my foot dangling off the edge mind you. I mean, it was a great excuse to hang out on the edge of a building. How often do you get a chance to do that? And there was WiFi up there too. I mean, that's pretty ass kicking.

But I agree. No more bloggers with laptops photos. Unless you've got one of yourself scuba diving. I know that's on my todo list!

Thanks for stopping by. And feel free to dig. If you really want to gawk. You'll be especially interested in the aeon flux photos. Just search this page.

xx,

-Heathervescent

Gawk some more: The post I actually wrote from that photo.
More gawking: the photo of me reading the newspaper of the photo. Droste effect?
If you missed the gawking. Here it is.

Ten from Richard Branson

I was writing a post about the inspirational Richard Branson over on Daily Mantra and found his top 10 rules for success.

1. You've got to challenge the big ones.
2. Keep it casual.
3. Haggle: everything is negotiable.
4. Have fun working.
5. Do the right things for the brand.
6. Smile for the cameras!
7. Don't lead "sheep", herd "cats".
8. Move like a bullet.
9. Size does matter.
10. Be a common, regular person.

Those are pretty good. Althought I have a decad of a different sort.

Center Node

Last night was the latest installment of the LA Geek Dinner. Thanks to everyone who came out. What can I say? We rocked the house again. Canters was a great location. We started out with a couple tables and people kept arriving - even at 10pm - so we kept adding tables.

The vloggers successfully assimilated themselves. I was delighted that so many showed up - especially the two super cute brothers I have nicknamed the del Rey brothers. Their real names are Rick and Eric, but I was calling them Marina and Playa! Anyway, I've adopted them as my little brothers because they are just SO CUTE!

It was really great to see so many people come out. I'm always torn from one conversation to another. There are so many interesting people and many good discussions. If you attended I hope you got a chance to meet some interesting people, and if you didn't, well then shame on you - ask me to introduce you next time.

My favorite time was the one second I had to look around and see everyone talking and connecting. That's what this is all about. It's not just a social hour, it's not just dinner - you definitely get out of it, what you put into it. We'll be back at Cantors.

I can't even begin to talk about my interview with Ronnie, from RSSnew.tv. He made me feel things I never suspected I had in me. We'll just have to wait for the video. ;)

We'll do it all again next month. And Barcamp is coming up in a month or so. Details are coming soon. If you want more info about the geek dinner or barcamp (anyone is free to attend), then head over to the wiki.

And if you have any comments or criticism, send them my way or post them to the wiki.

Geeks misbehaving

Geeks misbehaving
Originally uploaded by Mickipedia.

I'm not the only one in love with the puppet! That's Micki with Ronni from RSSnews.tv.

Who knew there were so many geeks in LA?

Who knew there were so many geeks in LA?
Originally uploaded by Mickipedia.

Voyeur

The other night we fed the snakes. They hadn't eaten for a while because of various travels. So we picked up a couple of fat rats and put them in their feeding cages. Usually we leave them alone to strike and swallow, but for some reason I layed out flat on the Persian rug and watched them.

They eat in separate cages, so I watched Vicki. She had a beautiful all white rat. It's dead before she gets it, so it was just laying there with it's little paw-fingers stretched out. I feel bad about killing the rats for the snakes to eat. Because that seems like a cruel life. But then I remind myself that I consume live items (I consider lettuce alive) and that is part of the predatory universe. Unlike myself, the snakes only have to eat every couple weeks, whereas I eat every day.

I'm laying on my stomach, holding my breath. Vicki is holding the rat in her jaws in a silent meditation. She doesn't move for at least five minutes. I stand vigil with her, my head resting on my hands. Then she repositions opens her jaw. I see her slowly edge the rat's face into her mouth. It takes her many minutes to extend her jaws and slowly swallow the rat whole. At one pause, I see the two little paws (that I earlier saw running around in the cage) sticking out along the side of the jaw. I wish I could reach in and pet them. Comfort them. But I am a voyeur. I am watching an intimate experience. Like watching someone masturbate.

Watching Vicki eat feels more intimate than that. I sense the vulnerability. And still the power. It's this that hooks me. I don't get off on the death. I work hard not to be sad or have pity. Because this is life. Life is predatory. To continue to live, something else dies. Energy is transformed and consumed and re-purposed. To continue to exist you must take in energy, and we humans do that by eating. The energy is transformed from that of a rat with fur into a smooth snake.

I like watching Vicki eat because it's an uncomfortable reminder that each day I transform energy and only I am responsible for what comes of that energy. And when something dies for my energy - that gives me the responsibility to make my life as beneficial to the universe. Because otherwise, those things have died in vain. And maybe it is my energy that should be transformed instead.

Love letter

Dear Gigsville,

There are few places I feel at home - and with few people. You see, I have this exterior where I appear to be extremely extroverted. I'm really an introvert, I just practice being different. So this morning, straight off the geek dinner high, I open my list email and find Kmo's photos. Then I read beth's email about Decom plans and I remembered Wa's wrestling idea (I dare not type it here, lest we actually execute it). And I am delighted that I am your friend. Gigsville you are so in align with my thoughts, feelings, desires, experiences and attitude that I can not help but be completely and utterly obliterated, I mean, assimilated, I mean, never mind. My next three weeks are yours gigsville. There's not much I wouldn't do for you.

Just saying...

-Heather
ps. I'll bring the magnesium brick.

Hey - they listened

They took away all the crap I hated and gave me what I wanted... Wow. Thanks SixApart. (Those big black splotches are me keeping my other blogs secret... ;)

-Heather

Live in the future

Or just Mt Washington. I'm subletting the house.

Scaryvescent

Heathervescent
Originally uploaded by Xoxoxtc.

Here's another one. Just think what the boyfriend thought when he woke up to this monster!

I wanted to be pretty

Heathervescent and Me
Originally uploaded by Xoxoxtc.

Everyone was getting these beautiful sparkly swirly face pantings on Friday night, so I wanted one too. Instead, I got the most unique face of the night. A half skull monster. I suppose can be pretty anyday. That's the beautiful XTC with me. (And she took this photo too!)

LA Geek Dinner Tomorrow Night

Time again for the monthly LA Geek's Eat. Last month we had a rocking turnout and it looks to be just as rockalicious this month. Details are

• Date: Tuesday September 19th, 7:30pm
• Location: Canter's Deli 419 North Fairfax Avenue, Los Angeles, California 90036, (323) 651-2030

RSVP to the wiki here. I'll have an update on the next barcamp...

Hell Hawks

A war interest has always surrounded me from my family. We're not a military family by any means, but someone from every generation has been in the Air Force. I even entertained the idea of enlisting after I graduated college, but decided on the civilian life. For one, I'm not one to take orders from anyone. I'd rather be the renegade Col. Kurtz utilizing my own unsound means (because, well, I like to do things a different way).

But Grandfather was in the HellHawks and I do think that is pretty cool. I have an old black and white picture of him looking young and dapper, wearing a flight jacket, smoking a cigarette, leaning against his plane. There's a reunion of the guys this week and Dad sent me this photo.

I think it's pretty cool and only re-whets my desire to get on the goal of learning to fly.

Favorite Mashups

I'm completely and utterly addicted to a couple mashups right now:

• Work it Woman by The Silence Xperiment
• Paula's smoking Kelly's Doobie by DJ Earworm
• The Money Song by Team 9
• Last Dance with Dani by Cheekyboy
• Britney loves Linus by Essexboy

Most of these are snagged from gybo, but I downloaded the Work it Woman a long time ago and just found it on my hard drive... I'm too lazy to find the links to these, but you ask nicely I might send you a mashed CD.

Coffee with Chocolate Milk

It sounded like a good idea when I work up this morning, but upon execution, it's nothing special. Maybe it's because the chocolate milk (Horizon Organic Low Fat) is not all the chocolaty. I tried making a cappuccino with it a few days ago and it was equally disappointing.

Maybe I'll have to return to making morning coffee-chocolate.

The Waffle Burns

I can not take credit for this piece of video. Note the chanting "Holy Fucking Shit".

What is Barcamp?

This question came up on a discussion on a mailing list I am a participant of. Since I am helping coordinate the next LA Barcamp (sometime the end of October) I came up with this response:

Barcamp is the sum of the participants.

The basic infrastructure is taken care of by the organizers (the space, date, internet, rooms, getting the word out, etc) and anyone is invited to come. If you come, it is requested that you present/share some information.

You're an expert on something right? Put something together to share that knowledge. You don't even necessarily have to know what that is. And you don't have to do a session by yourself.

Last year there was a (what I thought) great session on GTD - David Allen's Getting Things Done style of organizing, that had 4 presentation participants. 2 of them met at the conference.

I personally like the geekiness or internet/software/techieness of the barcamp (and I've tried to keep that in the LA Geek Dinners). It's more than just a socialization hour. (Or at least, I would hope so.) It's meeting self-selected like minded people, sharing your expert knowledge (whether it be marketing, programming, organization or whatever).

BarCamp is the do-ocracy/burning man of conferences. Bring the best of yourself and an open mind. And then let the magic happen.

You will get out, what you put in.

David Markland also put together a video based on interviews from the last LA Barcamp to answer this exact question. I think he does a good job.

Looking for some bloggers...

I'm looking for a few good authors to join me at daily mantra. If you are currently a blogger and interested in metaphysical topics, I'm especially looking for someone to cover love, dating and relationships, drop me a note telling me

• a bit about yourself
• your expertise
• your blog or website
• the best or worst thing about daily mantra.

There is a small amount of pay involved. No, you don't have to be in La La Land to do this.

Typepad home page I hate you!

Typepad used to be very user friendly and have great UI. I signed up more than 2 years ago only planning to use their free 30 day plan. But is was so easy to use that I've been a paying customer for more than 2 years.

This year has been the explosion of the blog. Everyone and anyone has one. And SixApart has exploded their offerings to take advantage of the market. Part of this explosion has been packing as much crap as possible on the home page - my personal home page. It's gotten to the point I'm almost ready to leave because I have to look at the same crap multiple times a day and can't configure the page to put the information that is most important to me close to the top.

Take this screenshot, which is what I see everytime I log into to post a blog or check stats (which appear to be down more than they are up - grr).

So SixApart, will you do something about this big waste of pixel space? If I want to listen to Seth Godin I would have done that already. If I gave a shit about Skype I would already be using it.

And on another note - wtf with the overwhelming plug in options. What happened to "Don't Make Me Think", clear and clean UI and ease of use? That was the whole point I stuck with you in the first place, and now you're filling up my plate with all this crap I don't care about.

Give me back my clean simple UI - or I will go use someone else.

More Mashups Tonight

I'm back on DJ duty tonight playing a 3 hour set of mashups on Theory Radio. The show starts at 8pm pacific time and runs until 11. I've got some mashes and mixes from DJ John (he did Takes 2 to Kiss and Devil 666 mashes) along with choice tidbits from past Bootie CDs.

And I will be playing Hollaback Thriller Girl, in preparation for my upcoming show October 7th at BootieLA.

False Fiction

This morning the boyfriend and I got into a rousing discussion on gaining knowledge and reason before tossing off the covers. My attitude is one that you can gain knowledge without the use of reason. He argued that you can't gain knowledge with out reason. We went round and round creating examples for our metaphors only to come to the realization that we have different definitions of knowledge. His is more specific than mine. My definition of knowledge is any item - a data point without a judgment of false or true along a path of discovery.

I went on to say that you can gain knowledge through observation, which doesn't include reason at all. Of course you can apply reason to your observation and gain different information, but that doesn't preclude you gaining knowledge without the use of reason.

Anyway, he went off to work and I started my day checking my email. In which I came across the following horoscope courtesy of Rob Breszny.

Last May, workers cleaning up garbage on Britain's highest mountain made a startling find. There at the top of Mt. Ben Nevis was a piano. How did it get there? Three years earlier, hikers in Indiana's Yellowwood State Forest stumbled upon an equally inexplicable anomaly: a massive boulder lodged in the topmost branches of an 80-foot-tall chestnut tree. These are your metaphors of the week, Aquarius. I bet that you too will find seemingly out-of-place things in high places. Don't dismiss them with a flick of your rational mind. Give them a chance to change your thinking about the nature of reality.

Which reminds me of an item on my todo list: Build a solar powered hot tub on top of a remote mountain range in the Mojave.

To do this, I have to not only build it from scratch with no infrastructure, but truck in all the materials, including the water. Because, there are no springs on top of this range. And to add to the difficulty - it's a day hike to the summit.

But before I get started on that, perhaps I'll start looking up.

Me and Xeni Jardin

It happened again last night. Someone I had just met made a remark about me and Xeni Jardin. It's a comment I get a fair amount.

I suppose I should be flattered by this remark but it irks the hell out of me.

Why?

Because my whole life has been spent figuring out what and execute on being who I want to be - the best heathervescent possibility. I have no heros nor idols save pippi longstocking. Take note of this quote:

Look for your own. Do not do what someone else could do as well as you. Do not say, do not write what someone else could say, could write as well as you. Care for nothing in yourself but what you feel exists nowhere else. And, out of yourself create, impatiently or patiently, the most irreplaceable of beings.
– André Gide

Which would mean if I am focusing on being the realization of my human potential that I'd be different from everyone else, because we're all unique beings.

I also like to take the contrarian view - meaning I like to look at what people are NOT looking at. Because, as the Chink puts it in Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, those things exist or need to exist. See this post of 2 years ago:

I'm not different because I want to stand out. I'm not different because I want attention or to be noticed. I'm just like everyone else. I'm a human. I breathe air. I live. I do things differently because their are many things that need to be expressed. There are plenty of people expressing popular and "mainstream" things. The expression capacity of those experiences is fairly full, and more people will do those popular and mainstream things because they are accessible and often appropriated as an acceptable thing to do/express.

I do things differently because I see activities and perceptions and experiences that have a need to be expressed, experienced. And I see few people expressing/experiences these items.

So I do things like my mashup radio show and coordinating the LA geek dinners because they need to happen. They're my work orders from the universe.

No body wants to be compared to anyone else. We're not cookie cutter personalities - especially those who cultivate who they are. And maybe that is why I get compared to Xeni Jardin. Maybe it's because she's got this known media persona. And since there are so many supposed superficial similarities, it's easy for people to categorize me in the same bucket. Because in reality we are both probably pretty uncategorized.

That's fine. I wish her well in expressing her most unique Xeni. In the meantime, I'll continue on my trajectory. Maybe our contrails will cross at some point. But I'm certainly not changing courses to intercept or avoid hers.

The Future is not the past

This weekend I am moving most of my stuff out of the future - my house over in Mt Washington. I haven't really lived there since January due to events in both my and others lives. I've take most of the burden of maintaining the house absently and it definitely took a toll on me. That mixed with a difficult situation with my partner has made the future a serious hassle.

When I started dating the boyfriend, one of the first things he said to me was something about "putting the future behind us" and quipping he would steal me from the future. I laughed with that, thinking how nice that would be, but how unlikely it was. I was strongly entrenched in the future and loved my life and house there.

But all that changed. The last positive conversation I had with my roommate was on her birthday - the day I was to "temporarily" move out, which in retrospect I realize was the beginning of the end of the future inhabitation. Catastrophic events winded me in and out of the future like a bad time machine. I was a kite whipped and battered around in a tornado. I was getting whiplash, what was I to do? I cut the string and blended with the tornado - eventually landing in Neverneverland far away from the future.

For a time, I would still travel back to the future. Like the travelers in Primer, the journey was difficult both physically and mentally. I'd return and remember all the good times, the fun and the things I loved. And then something would reach out and nip me. Harsh words, falling sheet rock, different objectives, lives and possibilities. It reminded me this was not my home. The future of my past was not the future of my present.

Which leads to the current situation. Roommate has totally moved out, and the future is for rent. Although I've disengaged from the day to day reality, the future is not the past. But where the future merges with the present is still unknown.

What I didn't do at Burning Man this year

What I did NOT do:

• I didn't go to center camp (not even for ice)
• I didn't go out to the man (the one time I made it out there, it was already closed for burn night)
• I didn't ride in critical tits
• I didn't get stuck in an 8 hour exodus
• I didn't take a shower (just washed my hair once in 5 days)
• I didn't end up in the medic clinic
• I didn't read Goblin Market with Wa!
• Get dust all over my stuff
• Get disgusted by the porta potties (I have no idea why)
• Break up with my boyfriend

So, what did I do?

• I threw cans of explosives into the Van-B-Que
• I wore my silver evening gown
• Brought white peaches
• Play with the fire serpent
• Watch the Waffle burn
• Get a creepy hug
• Dance with my cowbells (like they were maracas)
• Get a blister

This was probably the soberest BM experience I've ever had. I was not really in the balls out partying mode and I was totally fine with that. I saw some friends. I trekked out to the trash fence once. I rode on some artcars. I hung out by the car-b-que.

There was some trepidation going to Burning Man with the boyfriend. It's known to be hard on relationships. If we were going to go, I wanted us to go together. For the most part, it turned out great. He's more inclined to walk everywhere and the playa is a big place. I like to go out into the deep playa, but I usually bring a bike. Because we flew this year, there was no bike. I was all about hopping one of the many artcars in camp (except I felt a little guilty b/c I really didn't help out on any of the big projects this year since I wasn't planning on going). So it was hard to compromise, especially since I had new boots that weren't really broken in. We worked it out though.

Burn night was fantastic, but I think the waffle burn was the most spectacular large scale fire I have experienced. The flames were wild, the wind whipped themselves into fire tornadoes over and over. I was glad we made the last minute decision to go. Next year, though, if I go, I have big plans.

Burner's are the new boys club

Here's an interesting article from CNN on burners and the Burning Man culture. Yes, I admit, I much prefer to do business with other burners - even if I have never met them. It takes a certain type of person to go to the playa and yes, they get extra credit in my book. Not only are they most likely self-sufficient, they are generally more creative and willing to think between the lines. Oh yeah, and they probably like fire and blowing shit up.

I'd much rather hire and work for/with people who can do crazy risky things responsibly. It's what I call, managing risk strategically. It's not like you're not willing to take risks, it's just that you plan your risks and manage them for the least risk impact.

On a similar note, I met the Dance Dance Immolation people. I LOVE them. Last year, they were one of my most favorite installations. Any exhibit where you can suit up in a fireproof suit and get flames blasted at you and dance to Duran Duran's remix gets extra gold stars.

... still de playaing.

Here's a Hint

I'm scared about my upcoming performance. At least it is not only myself. I have a great Gwen on board with me. It will be fabulous and mind-blowing and a lot of fun. But still. I'll probably have stage fright. But with a name like Gwenchael Jackfani and the Hollaback Zombies, how can I NOT have fun. Yes, the fruit of my creative brain is unleashed on a club in LA. Soon. Very Soon.

Special tip. If you want my undying love, please come dressed in a Banana suit! Really. I mean it.

 

home again

I'm back from BRC! It was a short but explosive trip.