Weekly Zephyr #10: August 3rd, 2017

Laura Berger, [can't find the title but it's from her Softer World series], 2016 Right now I almost don't want to look at anything at all unless Laura Berger made it

Look at them up there. I love them. All of these...I'm assuming they're women....look so comfortable in their bodies, so totally unselfconscious. They're just being, just hangin', hanging around in some flesh: simple, free, non-sexualized. Bunch of copacetic pears. Judging by some of their postures they may be individually working some things out but overall this collective is o-kay.  Bodies are strange to inhabit. I feel like a reverse astronaut in mine a lot, bumping around, figuring out how to work it. So these figures fascinate me and fill me with envy and covetousness and aspiration. They make me want to do yoga. They make me want to arrive.

more about Laura Berger's Softer World Series ​which is absolutely about escaping the world we find ourselves in at the moment which probably why I'm gorging myself on it like it's sprinkled with MSG

I think they might be in a sauna up there, or a pleasantly not-hot health equivalent.

From top to bottom: 1. contemplating a breakup 2. feelin' sovereign 3. cramped OR slightly outside and that's some sky around her in which case the one above her is feeling sovereign because she's levitating 4. tummyache 5. not sure but giving it a try 6. getting the knots out or remembering being a baby. either way: good. 7. child's pose for sure 8. my favorite/the best one/O to be her 9. stellar posture

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speaking of Not Hot If you're in a Mexican restaurant and you see an enchilada that's called a "Screamer" what will your assumption be about that enchilada THAT'S RIGHT, THAT IT'S HOT Right. Correct. But at the now-defunct (and sentimentally missed) Mama's Mexican Kitchen in Belltown here in Seattle they had an enchilada called The Screamer and right under the title it said NOT HOT. They wanted to get that across right away, because they knew what we'd assume. Do you know why they called it The Screamer?

BECAUSE OF SOUR CREAM  S'CREAM.

And that's a screamer. A thing that announces that it's one thing and then turns around one second later and confirms that it's the opposite.

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IDEA: Maybe you'll remember a couple of weeks ago when we spoke of Barbies. Well, listen. What if everyone came over to my house and we each had one Barbie and we all went outside and played with them like adults. Hear me out. It would be like a gigantic improv where we could only say "Yes, and" to whatever any Barbie strategist put out there. Rogue forces would thrive. But it would also be very fluid and fast-moving. Like the Barbies would have to but also could do anything. They'd sort of move like a school of fish. I'm envisioning this as a whole day. Hours. You have to have the right personnel for this kind of operation but   whooooooosh —if we did—it would maybe be the funniest and greatest day of all time.  Just think about it.

What else do I want to give you? let me just look in my purse

1.

We Wear Culture Goodbye for hours or days or years, some of you.

2.

Every week I try to embed a YouTube video in here and every week I fail.

:(

I'm following the logical steps and it's not working. Maybe I have to peel it off the YouTube tab with my fingers and then press it very hard onto this tab and stare at it with intent until I feel like it understands the plan.

Reply and tell me what to do if you know the secret.

In the meantime, here are two excursions.

a. The Engulfed Cathedral by Claude Debussy b. Loie Fuller, "Danse Serpentine"  These seem like they might be cooling. (Even if that cathedral is prooooobably engulfed in flames.)

3.

14/48: The World's Quickest Theater Festival. 14 plays in 48 hours. Happening in Seattle this weekend. ​(I'm writing two of those plays.) THIS IS THE MOST TERRIFYING FORM OF WRITING I HAVE EVER DONE. Playwrights have to write a 10-minute play overnight on a theme chosen from a hat. Directors and actors are randomly assigned to the plays in the morning, the plays are rehearsed that day, and performed twice in the evening. Then it happens again. Another theme is chosen, playwrights write overnight, morning comes, random assignments, etc.

I cannot prepare. There is no way to prepare.

My mind is scrambling to discover preparation cheats but there are none and there must not be any. I just have to fall out a window each night and hope I land on something bouncy.       

afterwards, i will be here. join me.