Current location:	P.D.X.
Current mood:	okay
Current music:	Bach -- Mass in B Minor

Alive. Well. New dumb toys.
For those of you who still read this increasingly poor excuse for a blog, I thought I would reassure you that I'm alive and well.

I spent the last few months consumed by a relationship which has recently transitioned to "just friends" status. This transition is a good thing for both of us, and I am excited to reorient myself toward things which I had been neglecting. . .

The gallery is doing well, and I have an exciting lineup emerging for the winter and spring, not to mention the groups shows in December and January. My involvement in the arts and gallery community is increasing constantly, and I like it.

I have been getting a small but steady stream of contract and consulting work, just enough to hit my expenses, but no so much that I have been too busy. I'm far from as loaded as I was a few years back, but I like the bohemian thing, and I prefer consuming leisure time to material stuff, so it is actually a pretty perfect situation.

After some horse-trading and bartering on CL, I ended up with a Go-Ped (stand-up gas-powered scooter) which had been hotrodded for track racing:

Apparently there is a subculture of people who spend obscene amounts of money tricking these things out and racing them. There is just about nothing stock left on this little death rocket-- other than the frame (which was chrome plated) it is all fancy after-market racing parts. In addition to a big fancy engine, air intake and exhaust system, custom deck and disk brakes, it has a lockdown and third bearing system installed, which means that the drive spindle does not disengage from the wheel -- once you're going you dont stop. It goes stupid fast: 30+ mph, maybe more, I haven't gotten up the nerve to push it yet. It makes my motorcycle seem safe. . . I expect to make good use of it Burning Man next year, assuming that they still allow the little beasties. . .

And, as you have probably noticed, I have been taking a break from performing. It has been nice. The stresses of organizing and putting together decent shows are far greater than the actual performances themselves -- just thinking about shows makes me feel tired. Maybe my hiatus will become permanent. Just thinking about shows makes me feel tired, we'll see how I feel as time goes on.