The A Word

…which is a paraphrase from Serena Ryder, but also true, and perhaps a bit of obfuscation that I’ve misplaced the MP3 file that is this week’s A Word, hah.

I could repost the show, but there’s not a great deal happening right now, and the most significant aspect was my talking about the exhibition which is closing at SCYAP, Through Afghan Eyes, and this will be traveling across the country, as its already traversed a ways to get here, literally and metaphorically.

As to the dream: I dreamed that I’d written an article in Planet S, that was a strange mish mash of my review of SPRAWL and my review of the Under Skirt exhibition, and that at least four letter writers had taken issue with my comments on post modernism. In my dream, I couldn’t understand what they were saying, though I could read it, and also found myself not really caring, distinctly remembering that this – writing letters about Po Mo – must have been an assigned project in a grad seminar.

Not as weird as the previous night, when I dreamed I had a baby boy who was already talking….

Merry Christmas, to all my listeners and visitors, and I plan to be posting some new reviews in the mid to later part of January and already have some guests slated to appear. Stay warm.