Feeling Lonely and Depressed

Think I'll get in my car and drive 5 hours to Eugene, Oregon. Probably stay at Lee Asher's and tomorrow see what kind of fun / trouble I can get into at the Oregon Country Fair. Would love to street perform there, but it's supposed to rain tomorrow.

Been raining all day.

Miss my kids.

Feeling lost.

Video Clip Du Jour

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The people you meet on the street

Met a woman on the street, said she knew Gazzo. Also said her boy friend was Apollo. "Apollo the Pick Pocket" I asked, she confirmed with a wide eyed grin. I told her I had seen his lecture a few years ago and that the information was eye opening and revolutionary. Combining martial arts with a light touch system of spectator management was all new to me.

At the same convention I later witnessed a confrontation between a big, bad, tatoo-clad, drunk Reed McKlintok and a short trim and well spoken Apollo. Nothing happened. Magicians crowded around with a taste for raw meat. Who would have won that fight, I don't know. But it was the real life drama of the passion of our art and at least a dozen tall boy beers.

She said she liked my act. That was nice.

Trivia Question - Who made these cups?

Got my Washington Drivers License Today

After failing the written portion twice, (which is ridiculous because you don't even write. You use a touch sensitive screen), I arrived today to give it my third shot. The difference today, was I studied. Shit, last time I took the test, how was I to know what side of the car the drug dealer should approach from. . . . for his safety and mine. or where to look when bitch slapping a ho while making an illegal u-turn.

This time was different. I planned two stops that I knew would be time consuming giving myself some study time. First stop, "The Bank" depositing $1,250 in one dollar bills directly into my landlords account. Same teller as last time, loves to count money by hand. Thought to myself, what would Kenton Keppner do in this situation. How would he use NLP to create the desired outcome. I had asked her last time if she liked using the money counting machine. . . guess she didn't. She counted the first hundred into 4 bundles of 25 rubber-banded one dollar bills. Although this was the sort of reading time I needed, This was going to drive me crazy. I commented, "Some of the tellers and managers find the ease and effectiveness of the electronic money counter well worth the trip to the safe to get it out." She thought for a moment, went to the drawer got some keys and off she went to prove yet again that this shit WORKS!!! "These aren't the droids your looking for, let them pass"

Next stop the Post Office. I wanted to get a $700 money order send it to Moira for child support. While I waited in line I read the drivers test manual.

Got 100% on the test. The woman at the desk seemed impressed. I had to confide in her that it was my 3rd time I took the test. . . and I cheated.

I was lucky that there was a cancellation for a driving portion test. I would have had to wait until July 12th, but things seemed to be going my way today.

One of the questions on the test was, when moving to Washington; how long do you have before you MUST get a Washington Drivers License. The answer was 30 days. I'm going on 3 years. Always nice to be fashionably late.

IMAX Batman Begins with Linnea

We met at the giant bug advertising the Science Fiction Museum at the base of the EMP, beneath the monorail. I saw her smile a block away. We went to the Fun House for a couple beers. She showed me a cool pop art book and we talked about art. Linnea is very easy to talk to and be with. We went into the movie and enjoyed the giant screen at the IMAX Movie Theater. Batman Begins ROCKS. We had a good time.

Pic Du Jour - From The Archives

Mike on left, me on Right

Issues, Baggage and Independence

Took Buster to the Airport yesterday. He's gone for the summer. Tried to make arrangements to see the little kids with Buster the week be fore he left. Moira said they were going to be out of town. Holidays are hard for me. Seeing happy families with kids playing and celebrating hurts me in a way that is deep and profound. I've made a lot of progress over the last couple of years in coming to terms with life's many uncertain and unpleasant realities. It's not what happens to us, but rather, how we choose to react. So, why is it that I don't want to go out there and street perform today.

To much shit on my mind can be distracting while performing. When the internal dialog gets too loud and shifts the performance into auto pilot, a new dialog needs to start. Like, "Get your head out of your ass, pay attention to THESE PEOPLE in front of you and do your job!"

Had a meeting scheduled with a lawyer last week. At the last minute he rescheduled the meeting to July 11. Am I ever going to get overnight visitation with my other 3 children? I think about this a lot. I am not overly optimistic. Now, two different state approved drug evaluators have determined that there is NO EVIDENCE OF DRUG ABUSE. This shit gets on my nerves. I just want to see my kids. I was a good father to them then, and I'm an excellent father now.

It's a beautiful day, the sun is shinning and the sky is blue. I was thinking about Busking at Alki Beach today. Just worried. Yesterday some self defeating attempt at improv comedy came out of my mouth and sounded more like me lashing out at the crowd. Yeah. . . that always works. We'll see. I may choose to celebrate this Independence Day by being independent.

The Film Clip That Grabbed Me By My Heart

The other day I got a secret email from a secret source telling me that he was in possession of some rare film footage of shot in the 1960's when this man was in his early eighty's. As discretion is key, and secrets of the past, need not find but a chosen few I was privy to be taken back in time and watch this extraordinary innovator and presenter of our fair art.


Through repetition we gain a sense of confidence as it relates to our own physical capabilities. There's a feeling of power as we perform these theatrical presentations with conviction. It's a real challenge to put it all together . . . . and get it.

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