And I wasn't lost this week.
It began as usual. Overwhelming semi-final that left me a bit lacking at the end of the night, even though I did have a good time. I look forward to Monday's louderEDGE, I always enjoy those very much. The quality of life there is enhanced.
So this was a very very artistic week for me. Monday poetry.
Tuesday I missed the super acentos trouble shooting because of tummy pains and super over due laundry. I mean I can't go to acentos without clean underwear. What if I am asked to strip by a legion of groupies? or if I get hit by a meteor and shit? And even if I get abducted by starwars craved aliens that want to find the path to the Lucas.
Moving right along.
On Wed I went to Jane's class reading at the Bowery, and then ran my ass (via MTA) to park slope to see raj. Juan and Corrie. They were all dope ass. The lot of them rock stars I tell you.

Thursday was my fix of visual art in Kristine's opening, where I was bedazzled a whole bunch. Images jumping from every angle. Too real for naked eyes. And also a bunch of drunk ass artist, as always.
From there I walked from east to west to catch Abena's play which had me at the edge of tearing emotion. Or something like that. The real treat was meeting her gleaming proud parents afterwards.

Friday (today) I went to blue hair cello recital where classical music threw me into some spinning whirlpool of sounds jumping from left to middle back to left and occasionally stopping by right. Wow times twenty three. She really showed me how to get lost in instrumental music free of annoying repetition. Those tunes tell epics. Her face going through 88 emotions per minute. I was transfixed. I felt a bit out of place all by my lonesome, but nevertheless I was transfixed. I felt awkward afterwards, among brilliant minds and snobby NYU'ers, and very out of place. As a matter of fact I felt out of place the entire week. Not unhappy, just out of place. Voyager in a deep sea without life jacket. Very lost but satisfied with discoveries. I gave her a hug, and quickly found my exit stage down.
I am looking forward to collaborating with her. Since there isn't one consistent rhythm with the music, I don't know how to attack it. A bit complex indeed. I still look forward to it. And I thing she is dope as well.

Now, like right now I am in the kundiman prom. Again different and fun, and again out of place. Typing is lame during a party but now was the time for me to write this. It couldn't wait.

Tomorrow, hello Boston, ten minutes, goodbye Boston, and farewell juancho.
Life isn't bad at all.
But I'm still out of place. I don't want this to get annoying. It's time for change.