got my jammies (vintage black slip)
on, and lit all the candles and i'm watching sitcoms and just unwinding the
part of me that needs unwinding but not too much that i fall asleep. i want
to crawl into my inviting bed with the pup monsters but i sit in my desk chair
to stay awake. but the bed...it does beckon.
just you watch , at 5am, when all of this is done, i will, ironically and
maddeningly become fully awake. i just KNOW it!
i love that my horoscope said today:
"You've got too much energy today, so find a way to put it to good use."
i DID have a lot of energy and i DID put it to good use!
thank the universe the planets aligned for today for that.
i'm working on sending good vibes
now into my project/show tonight.
i am "taking out of the law" any fear i had and sending it off like
a little present with a bow to whoever is there to watch it.
whatever they get out of it, i hope it's something nice.
i hope the people there will email me and tell me what they thought.
i pray the atmosphere there will be calm yet invigorating, inviting and friendly.
i hope conversations are started and people talk about things they never talked
about before, in a good way.
maybe someone there tonight will meet the love of their life, or maybe someone
will decide that tomorrow they are going to quit their crappy job and do what
they love. or maybe they will just sit there for awhile, happily buzzed on
coffee and then take off 1/2 through to go an an adventure somewhere.
are the chairs comfortable there? are they metal folding chairs or those curvy
plastic kind? or..?
now i want to do a documentary of
everything that walks into that room tonight. and why they went there. will
people haphazardly happen upon this room where strange slides of a weird amercian
woman are playing?
will they guffaw and stay 30 seconds and leave?
every person, even if they step one foot in the door, i want their story for
the night. i wish i could have it.
i wish i could really talk to the
people after the show and this wasn't so one way.
maybe it's more fun to imagine the people who might be there just like it
might be more fun to imagine who i am, stopped in stillnesss every 30 seconds,
yet they can hear my voice singing from years ago.
will people treat this as a film?
a performance?
something ambient in the room to talk over?
i am flat projected upon a wall i have never even touched...
but i touch it with my body from the past...through pictures of light.
it's all so surreal.
i'm somehow the focus (perhaps) of some party of which i am not really even
present.
but i'm trying so hard to imagine.
will it be mostly women there or
mostly men or a mix of both?
will i be shamed for the one day i cut myself in all my life?
will people laugh that my nipples point in funny directions?
will anyone solve the puzzle?
will anyone care to and really laugh at how funny it is?
will they watch me sleep after or go to dinner?
now it's 3:12pm in the afternoon there,
is it cloudy or sunny?
isn't it winter there now?
i don't even know!
maybe i should make some jpegs of what i have just written now and add them
to the end.
i think i WILL make jpegs of this
text and add it to the end of my show...or maybe the beginning?
look, it's evolving even now.
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download all my songs for free here!
to see even more archived
pictures
click here
then click on archive :)
my hats:
http://www.anacam.com/hats/
my discography:
http://www.anacam.com/music/
about me in wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana_Voog
more about me:
http://www.anacam.com/anatomy/
my webcam:
http://www.anacam.com/anaframesn.html
me on deviant art:
http://anavoog.deviantart.com
me on myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/voog