the timboucher experience

I’ve had dreams that operate like this: soaring low over some locale, searching for something. It makes me feel even a little bit, maybe, like I’m staring into a palantir - seeking after it. What I’m seeking though is safe passage from here to there. Analyzing highways from above using naval and other geodata to figure out which arterial routes have shoulder-enough to allow for the manuevering of a bicycle. Someday I wonder if you won’t just be able to snap on a “dreams” layer in Google Earth and find the routes other people took during their waking (and sleeping) mystical journeys.

Found an advertisement in, I think, a Newsweek - the headline of which is “WHEN IT’S TIME TO GET BACK TO CIVILIZATION, why not use 21st century technology to get there?” The advertisement seems to be for a backdoor unrolling of the North American national ID card. A woman in front of a South American pyramid, happily superimposed over her face is an ident card with her picture and the words “United States of America” emblazoned across the top. It points toward GetYouHome.gov. It’s supposed to make crossing borders easier. The June 1st deadline is approaching.

Our show closes today. Two last performances at 2pm and 7pm. Spent most of the weekend between and outside of shows biking and juggling around the city. Here’s a photo of me juggling in front of some weird pyramid that apparently distorts time and space above Fells Point from Friday. Must have seen 20 or more monuments that day. We’re working out an optimal bike route to take them all in at once. Or as many as will fit.

Juggled last night outside the Station North arts festival on North Ave - one of these city events designed to “reclaim” troubled areas by showing white people its safe (and fun) to go out there at night. Supposedly North Ave back in the day was actually a cultural hub. There are three or four big old abandoned theatres there even. I spent my time juggling with the band Cityslides, cool dudes who have themselves been busking all over town. I even crashed a Caribbean Festival over by MICA (my old art school) late Friday afternoon. They were holding some kind of blue bottle ceremony, where you write something you want to be rid of and stash it in a blue bottle hanging from a tree. Supposedly evil spirits or something come and take them away. My plan for the month of May is just to go out every day, bike, juggle, play music on the streets. Train. Get myself ready, go, as the note in my dream said.

Finished three nice planter boxes in my backyard yesterday morning too. And I’ve been sewing even. Seem to have tapped into some source of energy. Each box is about four and a half feet by two feet wide, and maybe six feet deep. With the sod that I removed from each area, it ended up taking six forty pound bags of soil to fill up the boxes. I guess the theory is the raised beds allow the dirt (and roots) to get and stay warmer. Will probably plant in the next couple days and will keep you apprised of our progress.

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