It has been a month indeed. Im seriously considering copying and pasting my emails to sum up what has been going on. A month has felt like a week with several thoughts about blogging and art plaguing me hourly, 7 days a week; Every day felt like a week; Every minute felt like a full day. This is what I call losing it in Love.

I have had a wonderful time-out from being on a constant grind working to slow down and enjoy the little pleasures in life. Love. I know this sounds like some totally hippy bullshit, but Im not a hippie, one and two, I..- Fuck it. If you are reading this then Ill safely assume that you get it.

Its time to get back to work now. Balance is in order. How easy it is to bask in a cushy light forever? N0 one in their right mind would really want to stop snoozing the priority alarm ringing in your conscience. Its faint and desirable to keep sleeping through. This is all until that dream becomes a weekly episode. Im not ready, nor will I ever be to start tuning into trivial non-sense; Sunday 9 PM e/c time on what station is a gamble: HBO or Encore. Ill stop this now. Basically predictability can become depressing and repetition is creative suicide as Marcel Duchamp eloquently put it.

Everyone that I have spoken with recently thave expressed their need to get out of their jobs and are all really at a crossroads in some way. I feel that I was there too a few months ago. Its a healthy quarterly check-in to do with yourself. I fully support and believe that one must take risks in order to simply live. Trust, for example depending on how much faith one may place in it or someone else is and can be huge risk for anyone. To really believe that there are limits to ones life experience and fulfillment is destructive to productivity. For this reason, our generation is the” Nexter”. I think in this time one must seek opportunities to advance toward ones goals and dreams. Why not? Im not condoning quitting jobs and Im certainly not in the Trust Fund club either, but what else should you do if the job isnt cutting it? - Keep it moving. My first week at my job (now 2 months behind me) I was a stress -case and fumbled with composure, might I add. I had a good laugh at how anxious and nervous I was the first day. Ha-ha. I wanted to cry. This shit was real and what if I couldnt fake it that well? I never claimed to be a designer, but trying myself out was worth a shot. Again, why not?

Its incredible to learn. Thank the heavens for my friends help thought. Tudor your friends: support is the best quality of a friend. Thats love. This learning groove is steady and so cool. I think its pretty incredible how our generation has the inherent ability to tune-in to technology. I cant think of a gadget that I couldnt work growing up. Maybe this is some weird sixth sense I have (jokes) or are we really becoming tools of our own tools? Already?
My day job is with a computer, my thoughts, and my music. Its incredible that at my last job I was harassed daily by a tranny diva man and some of the best stories I will have for a lifetime; one arm crack heads with box cutters in hand (okay, there was only one woman and it occurred once). Point is that after a few months I knew it was time to keep in moving and be on my way.

Where to? Im not entirely sure if its to one particular place. I was reading on this reading kick, killed two books and then ordered this book, Girl Seeks Bliss, Zen with In Cold Blood (lagging on that review). Impeccable timing to pick that one up. It offered some very simple guidelines to remember in life. One challenge is to practice living wiht the idea that we are not our thoughts nor our actions; Change is inevitable. Therefore anything has to be possible. And back to out generation, time, risk taking, love, and friends. Anything is possible because we have is hope and our effort to do well.

It seems that with the worlds circumstance it is easy to get caught in the monotony of the world and CNN/BBC news. Change has to begin at the center of us first. We all effect one another, even if its a look from a stranger passing by that lingers in the back of your thoughts among so many other thoughts waiting to be processed, or not. I have been running around in my head this past month. My friend, Erica and have a been having many a conversations regarding this movement, our movement forward being limitless, unbound, forceful, and present in every one of us. This is movement is something that would like to call Nuevo-DA(/Nouveau-DA). Spelling is still in the works.

This is a movement of practical dreams and making it all happen. We want to change the world we live in and for us art and living is the way. I can explain this in depth later. This is an introduction to all that is possible because it is all-possible if one wills it.

Wednesday is my favorite day of the week. I had my first experience as a pick pocketee 2 weeks ago when I was all Flu-ed and tripped out on NyQuil lasting from the night before. That was NOT my week, but I definitely have some funny stories because of it. A long time ago when I was a child I was sent to therapy because I developed a paralyzing fear of elevators. I got stuck in one with my mother. She was fine and thought I was too until I refused to get back on the next one and marched up 16 flights of stairs. Needless to say I was put into therapy because that was extreme. Yesterday the elevator dropped out on me riding up to work. Memories. That was a serious trigger. Good times. ?: )?More later This month will probably be more writing oriented Im predicting.
This weekend: ?BASQUIAT CLOSING SAT 5/27 at the Deitch Project?TIPPY in REDHOOK 5/27 somewhere in Redhook