went to see a fantabulous perf,,, Babylon,

let there be light, and BLASTO.

hmm we need less water,,, we'll
just remove panels in the stage and
o ya, a garden plants and muddd.

chickens,
ils sont Zen, les poules.

pull out this side,
a fire pit,
an indian woman
in sari
cooking dinner for the company.

in real time "the plummer"
who was also the director
and a dancer
and the father of
the little girl who was part also.
(they also danced a duet)
anyway, the plummer in real time
hooked up pipes all along the whole perimeter
of the stage
and under it
to make work
a tiny faucet
that fluiditated waters. yes.

ensuite,

all characters choreographed,
each cultrally divers
the same dance diffrently,

the narcoleptic girl who read poetry,

the woman who had lost her child,
burrowed in the garden and was sprayed by
the gardener,
to be comforted by
the indian woman.

et aprés,

discussion avec, la choreograph
et le directeur
et ses enfants.

=+=+=+=*

DJ Spooky anyone,
yes please.

for the third time, tonight.

the first, SFU lecture some
history of music quelque chose.

then à Paris,
to be the score
in front of the behind
of three projections of'
old vintage film
in the sous-sol
du Louvre, oui.

ensuite on la vois
au S.A.T.
ce soir.

merci Sonja;)

samedi,
makeoutpartychez sculptureboys.
(kyd's plan.)

maybe;)

vrrrrrrrrrrrroOm. z.