A week ago, life was moving slowly. I spent the fourth making an improved web collage toy, but it isn’t ready for public use. Wednesday I hung out at Trident after the Rocky preshow meeting. Thursday evening was Claudia’s Salon, with the latest dose of experimental music. Friday was my Salon, with good talk on popular culture, and the mass contemporary world.

I passed up a good after-party Saturday for an excellent IHOP group, a few hours sleep, and being awake in time for an day-in-the-life of an Muscular Therapy Institute student. Not-quite-saga-worthy twists of fate got me there two hours late, but they just plugged me into the group. MTI people have some interesting dogmas, including the body as tool, massage as a whole-person exercise, and communication as self-awareness. I went back Monday evening for the first of a three session “Back Massage Basics” class.

This week has been filled with big work meetings, late-night socializing, long todo lists, and practice playing Riff when I can squeeze it in. And some small social engineering opportunities at Rocky.

I brought the Rocky preshow to ESG, and with good vibes. said ESG and Rocky seemed like the weirdest combination, and at the time I could figure out what she meant– ESG and FBC seem just around the corner from each other to me. On more reflection, I think she’s right– ESG is as naively bohemian as FBC is showy and worldly; ESG is academic and giddy, where FBC is anti-intellectual and dark– but it’s exactly the collision I’ve been trying to find.

I spent Thursday evening again at Claudia’s Salon, drinking deeply of gifts I got from Amsterdam. I’m still shaking it off.

Recently it seems like varied women have been writing parts for me in their scripts, which I find touching. Unfortunately, the draw of my own eros is unclear– perhaps made so by the very drive of contemplation I hold dear. Concerning.