Big Brother is barking down my throat into my studio. 17 years of games and the codes are suddenly important and changes have to happen, money pressures. New walls will change things, 2 weeks I have to leave my place for the dogs to come in for a new hall, lit signs, smaller space results lots of shows to get together. Silver lining I keep thinking, silver lining. What is it national fuck with artists year?? Had to miss the BSO doing John Cage to sit around a meeting room and talk strategy talk money talk footage talk games talk rules talk strategy talk timing talk signals talk lawyers. I think lucky I am not out on my own without anyone to ask. This is another time I think unorganized artists are stupid artists. I can't post shit on here with any coherence. my hair line is chasing my back collar button and the script to "It's a Wonderful Life" sits to my right. Fitting I am condensing it into a five minute piece to perform in a week. Judy posted while I was on-line, I saw that new response number at 2:26 and it called me back to rant to abstract complaints, worries. I don't have to use crutches to navigate through the density of my obstacles. It could be worse I think. Silver lining I keep saying,silver lining. The BSO is warming up on the radio live, I taped the Cage piece. The announcer had a tone in his voice when he talked about Cage, a sarcastic tone, an eltist tone.