You know what blows? Getting stood up. With not a word of explanation. Moving on…

I’ve started a wiki over at peanutbutterWiki (password: wiki). It’s a place for discussing and growing theatrical forms that merge longform improv with improvised visuals, which we’ll be developing very soon (cough, Poly, cough). Join us! I want your feedback as we ‘rapid prototype’ new theatrical experiences. That means you, Eric, Dan G, Carl, Dan V, Anton, Chris, Ashley, Ryan, …everybody.

I picked up Eno’s new album today; ‘this’ running through my head for hours supplied the imperative. The little blips of un-pitchshifted voice in ‘and then so clear’ are very grabbing.

Sometimes I wish I could switch cultures like slipping off a jacket. The Western world has such backwards notions of creativity, ‘originality’ (ontology), style and collaboration, all of these united in a fucked-up template of The Artist. I’d like to slip off this heavy coat and try something different. Gedankenexperiments take such discipline, unfortunately. Yesterday I listened to a radio show where an American-born Kabuki actor (the first official non-Jap. ever) said, approximately:

> In Kabuki, the first ten years of your work are devoted to mimicking your master (usually one’s father), getting their style down. The next ten are performing in that model truthfully, assuming its shape fully. The third ten are developing your own style, voice.

Maybe I should just spend the next ten years imitating Eno.