the next few months...

will open an entirely new chapter.

i'll be spending the summer traveling through israel, turkey, ukraine (my birthplace) and russia.

"epic" doesnt cover it, and im not sure that i have a full grasp on what im getting into, but whatever it is, it couldnt possibly feel more right.

if any of you have any contacts in any of those areas, please please please let me know.

but my first stop is san francisco, for a month in may, and i'd love to catch up with all ya'll out there. so please, lets.

sososososososo exited.

SinFist III

Those of you that know me well enough know that I've been wanting to work with musicians for quite a while now. I'm pleased to say that this lil' dream of mine is coming to life and this event I'm about to describe is one of those projects that I'm thrilled to be a part of. And yes... there are more TBA.

All details at www.myspace.com/vicarioustribute

sinFist III -- heavy rock/jazz fusion,
post-apocalyptic beats, dance, aerial silks,
projections, and Tool Tribute
_______

Jan 27, Lakeshore Theater

Doors at 6:30, music at 7pm, all ages

Music by Inn Cinema (www.myspace.com/inncinema)

and DoJo (www.myspace.com/D_O_J_O) versus:

The Abominable Twitch (www.myspace.com/theabt)

Tool Tribute by Vicarious
(www.myspace.com/vicarioustribute)

visuals by Mason Dixon (vjmasondixon.com)

belly dance by Elana of Bella Fuegas
(www.myspace.com/bellafuegas)

aerials by Jill Heyser (www.myspace.com/jaemaech)

Tickets are $7 in advance at ticketweb, $9 at the door

Don't miss it or we'll eat your babies.

Lily Pad

We hereby invite you to join us for an evening of timeless debauchery and unparalleled mysticism. Here at the Lily Pad, candlelit magic abounds and surrounds you with a garden of unearthly delights. Listen as Chicago's finest electronic music virtuosos create a veritable feast for the senses. Feel your breath leave your body as snakecharmin' belly dancers hypnotize you with a mere glance. Sway away the night… Please do not try to resist. These rhythms are undeniable. Step right up, folks. This will certainly be an enchanted evening to remember….


Come adorned in your finest gypsy attire, and don't be shy. Lavishness is its own reward.

Samadhi

A poem from "Autobiography of a Yogi" - Paramahansa Yogananda

Vanished the veils of light and shade
Lifted every vapor of sorrow,
Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy,
Gone the dim sensory mirage.
Love, hate, health, disease, life, death:
Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
The storm of maya stilled
By magic wand of intuition deep.
Present, past, future, no more for me,
But ever-present, all-flowering I, I, everywhere.
Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
Creation’s molding furnace,
Glaciers of silent X-rays, burning electron floods,
Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come,
Every blade of grass, myself, mankind,
Each particle of universal dust,
Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
I swallowed, transmuted all
Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being.
Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation
Blinding my tearful eyes,
Burst into immortal flames of bliss,
Consumed my tears, my frame, my all.
Thou art I, I am Thou,
Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!
Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally living, ever-new peace.
Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, Samadhi bliss!
Not an unconscious state
Or mental chloroform without willful return,
Samadhi but extends my conscious realm
Beyond limits of the mortal frame
To farthest boundary of eternity
Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
Watch the little ego floating in Me.
Mobile murmurs of atoms are heard,
The dark earth, mountains, vales, lo! Molten liquid!
Flowing seas change into vapors of nebulae!
Aum blows upon vapors, opening wondrously their veils,
Oceans stand revealed, shining electrons,
Till, at the last sound of the cosmic drum,
Vanish the grosser lights into eternal rays
Of all-prevading bliss.
From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Ocean of mind, I drink all creation’s waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Lift aright.
I, in everything, enter the Great Myself.
Gone forever: fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory;
Spotless is my mental sky—below, ahead, and high above;
Eternity and I, one united ray.
A tiny bubble of laughter, I
Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself.

I feel...

Cavernous and raw, an undiscovered forest covered in leaves, frozen by time, but existing outside of time. I am nature. Sun glazed mountains give me texture. Moon laced valleys make me slick. I am rough, soft, and full of majestic life. I am landscape. My heart is a blue, open sky. My eyes are a crystal pond covered in lilly pads where swan lovers say their vows. They make love in my waters. My eyes are their home. The world I see in me is serenity. I make waves.

Octavio Paz....

The city unfolds
its face is the face of my love
its legs are the legs of a woman
towers plazas columns bridges streets
river belt of drowned landscapes
City or Woman Presence
fan that reveals or conceals life
beautiful as the uprising of the poor
your face is delirious but I drink sanity in your eyes
your armpits are night but your breasts are day
your words are stone but your tongue is rain
your back is noon on the sea
you laughter is the sun buried in the suburbs
your hair unpinned is a storm on the terraces of dawn
your belly is the breath of the sea and the pulse of day
your name is downpour and your name is meadow
your name is high tide
you have all the names of water
But your sex is unnameable
the other face of being
the other face of time
the reverse of life
Here every speech ends
here beauty is illegible
here presence becomes awesome
folded into itself Presense is empty
the visible is invisible
Here the invisible becomes visible
here the star is black
light is shadow and shadow light
Here time stops
the four points of the compass meet
it is the lonely place and the meeting place

City Woman Presense
time ends here
here it begins




~ From "Sleepless Night"