In London, counting the blessings
In London, rooming with Nicole Blackman (the evil twin), Julie Tolentino and her partner, Pigpen. Bernadette Louise and Geordie Blake are coming in tomorrow to help us out with our Shunt gig at Spill. Sairica and Benjamin are visiting for tea. Just had dinner with Jon and Sarah, whom I have known for years. I met some super nice people at the Spill Feast the other night and got to talk with Kira o'Reilly for a bit, as well as some other wonderful artists here for the festival. It's pretty amazing, really. I feel really blessed to be among such talented, sweet people.

A friend of mine recently wrote to me about how she hates her life. Another one has a baby and a flaccid marriage. Some are doing well, many are not. My life isn't perfect, but I'm fine and my complaints should all be taken with a grain of salt. If it's on the internet, and somewhat negative, don't panic. I'm mostly flexing literary muscles. It's fun to write about problems because it creates all the elements of drama. But if it's serious, most likely it will stay in a handwritten journal where I dump most of my garbage.

It's probably time to seriously note the memoirs, but I'm so busy living it. It all seems so normal to me, I have trouble thinking of it as book material until I mention one story or another to someone and my life seems so alien. Recently, my friend Rhe asked me to be in her online webcast (Damsel in This Dress, playing an exaggerated version of myself. It was really weird to be examined in this way and I likened it to a gynecological exam. She kept saying, "You're life is so wild!" when I spend most of it in front of a computer, really. But I do have some funny costumes and things. As I poohpooh'd some of her enthusiasm, she told me to be unashamed. I explained that there was no shame, but kind of like a gyno visit - it's just a little bit vulnerable to open yourself up like that. And you can't help but wonder what they see. On that note, check out: http://www.beautifulcervix.com/ But I digress.

Giving thanks. Making sense of it all. Or not and just grateful.