So it's been 24 days since I didn't get a job and I told you all about it. Then I said I'd be writing more. Well, I guess I shouldn't have promised that.

A great deal has happened since then. After wallowing around for a few days, the DC Congress of Jugglers came around. And I'm still a spiff enough juggler to be happy with myself. Although I'm certainly not as awesome as this guy, I can still entertain myself and others. And of course, no event these days would be complete without some wacky chakra magic. In this particular case, Tyler did some energy work with me and I was laughin' and carryin' on in the middle of the gym. Afterwards I felt pretty super and Tyler had gas.

Onlookers were highly entertained.

Then I drove up to Boston for Timur's Master's Recital for Tenor Voice and a Gypsy music festival. The ride up was incredibly slow. At approximately 3pm on Fri 4 April 2004, in northern Jersey, a police cruiser swerved from an on-ramp, across 3 lanes of traffic and right in front of me. "What did I do?" I thought to myself - traffic was already slow, and I couldn't have been speeding. But I shortly realized that we had all done something horribly wrong, as the cruiser proceeded to swerve maniacally back across all of the lanes, lights a flashing. We drove on like this, at about 20 mph for maybe 20 minutes. The whole time, the police car swerved back and forth in a fashion indistinguishable from that of a drunk or asylum escapee.

If anyone has any information on this, I would really like to know.

The second half of Timur's recital was excellent. I missed the first half, and I will never forgive the NJ state police for this. Then I connected with many of the artistically inclined people that I once cavorted with and we all agreed to go out to drinks. Before that could happen, though, we needed to transport the food and Timur's Kansas host mom from the recital back to Timur's place. For reasons that I do not understand, this took upwards of an hour. But it was well worth the wait, as I recieved an important clue which has since opened up the world of the DC/Balto arts community. I now share a slightly modified version of this clue with you: Normals Books and Records is cool.

And then began the first night of sleeping adventure. I stayed at the cloud club, on a loft cantilevered out over the side wall and covered with a glass geodesic dome. It was pleasantly hot in the morning. Until the ants started biting. I enjoyed sleeping with many different friends on that trip (but not usually in the biblical sense, and besides, those things are special and not for general consumption). Perhaps the biggest shocker was that I slept in New York one night. Indeed, I had auditions for a reality TV show. And I have callbacks again this coming Wednesday.

After the auditions, I made it back just in time to miss rehearsal for the Harvard gypsy choir. But Anne cared little for my lack of preparation and had me sing the following day anyway. Russian gypsy music is pretty special. I suggest you hear some if you can get a chance. Which you have, right here. The song I sang was Kai Jone. I also learned an interesting thing about the gypsies also - most of the history we know about them comes from legal bans or other forms of persecution. Their history was mostly oral, and they are mostly dead.

I had scarcely been back home at my Grandma's house in Baltimore for an hour when I went out for my first alternative arts performance in Baltimore at the 14 Karat Kabaret. Highlights included a naked guy doing a kind of yoga shoulder stand on a bed of nails while licking his penis. Or maybe I should say "lingam". You know, 'cause he was doing yoga. Art!

And then I fulfilled a promise to Nate to go out into the woods with him and seek enlightenment. This included some really nice alone scenes for me - by the river, on a big moss covered boulder under a canopy of low branches - and some valuable lessons. Nate wants to be an artist now. And he helped me understand that when I talk about stuff it's because I don't understand. The same goes for him. We kept talking all night though. I saw very clearly where I am in my life right now, which is a pretty freaking incredible place. I can go anywhere and just hang out and do my thing. I actually almost went to Pittsburg that night, but decided not to because of a job interview I had today.

Nate and I agreed that there is absolutely no reason for us to ever do LSD.

Part of what makes my life so free right now is the support of Tom Davis. He says hi.

Coming up: Kinetic Sculpture Races and Playa del Fuego!