i've got the Z-trip rockin and i'm hobo sackin' that fabric like a maniac.

The night has been a consistent stream of angels coming to spend what time they had and it's been a huge, huge help.
God love Carlos and Joseph. Seriously. We watched footage from the Exploratorium and kept on revisiting the fact that we hadn't EVER rehearsed that piece. We've been working together so long that the trust and the connection was there, and it stuck like glue. And then there they are at my door tonight, with Vodka and Mixer and their ready hands. Sammity sam, Tiffy, even Rich came by. It meant so much.

The whole time, Will was standing at my cutting table, uploading the footage from 2nd Skin.

What a warm feeling that is.

It isn't done, by any means, but the pile of boxes in the hallway at the moment, the hobosacks of fabric on my shelves are pretty impressive, and i am not feeling exhausted or panicked. This is good.

Tomorrow at 6 am i'm on BART to the airport. I fly to seattle, then hop a puddlejumper over to Victoria to wish my dad a merry, merry birthday. I'd wanted to deliver him a whole quiche from Tartine but unfortunately they were all sold out, so he gets a piece of pain d'olives and a cufflink/tie/handkerchief set instead. My mum gets origami from stiffened fabric for mother's day.

And then, on Wednesday, it's off to NYC for Style Wars. I'm happy to meet up with MJ and Roman again, help them prep the final battle, then get my ass onstage and do my best for them. Their media has already been calling me asking for some background information... I had the funniest phone conversation with one lovely woman from a rather large organization outside of Jackson arms ( i learned how to shoot a gun on friday... thank you, thank you) and she kept on laughing and laughing- what was supposed to be 15 min turned in to 45 and finally we just told each other how excited we were to talk in NYC and got on with our impatiently waiting lives.

There is so much up in the air, and more are afoot. We'll see how it all shakes down. You meet people at least twice - once going up, and once going down, and i've been through this enough times that i hope to keep a level head; not start throwing weight around just because people are paying attention. IT's an ugly look, and i no longer want to play that role. But i am excited to see what may come to pass, and it's a pretty good feeling knowing that there is at least a chance to bring a message to a larger audience.

If i can take the " re-use" part of the three R's to a different level of awareness in our first world society, then for the second time in my life, i'll feel like i can die peacefully. That would mean that i've done my part. And maybe it could happen. And for the first time, EVER in my life, this year has brought friends to me who SHOW me that they care, and that's been the best feeling of all. I never had that before. I cant tell you how good it feels when people step up and help you. I'm excited to have the opportunity to pay that back to them. The feeling of being supported is just, so, damn, good.

Thanks, you guys.

really



thank you


you make my life something worth living.