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XYandZ is having an AERIAL dance theater workshop at 241 Bedford Ave Williamsburg, Brooklyn!!!

The focus of the workshop will be improvisation on the floor, taking it in
the air, and developing a set choreographic sequence that results in
characterization and plot development. We will learn basic rock climbing
techniques (simple figure 8 knots, and belaying with a gri gri) which will
enable us to safely spin, climb, bounce, eject, and pierce the air that
surrounds us. Each 3 hour day will result in an aerial vocabulary which
includes harness work, lyra play (hoop), and adagio wall focus. At the end

This, my first Blog entry here at AMP is long overdue.

Waiting until I have time is out of the question, so I'm just going to write as long as I can get away with it.

I have some recent news to report with other Amp members. A couple of weekends ago I attended an opening that my old pal and fellow comics artist (as well as madman dollmaker and filmmaker) Marcel deJure held for an exhibition of his dolls and art. I brought some friends with me that I hadn't seen in a while...Nelson, Lil and Randall. Nelson had a hankering for some of the art but wanted it even for cheaper that it was going for (which was already a steal) and I think Marcel did the right thing to hold his ground.

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Hi everybody,

I just thought I'd post a little something about the shows i have coming up in the L.A. Area in June...All deatils as far as location and map ar available at my website www.jameshurleymusic.com.

Friday 6/9 - Gayle's Perks in Northridge. I'll be hosting a "3Z" Three artists, Brett Mikels, Brandon Schott, and myself each playing three songs at a time. 'Round and 'round fom 7 'til 10 pm.

Sunday the 11th I'll be playing a show at 11:am (Yes, A.M.!:^) as part of the Memorial Garden Tour in support of the troops. Details are at the website.

Saturday the 17th I'm at Latte' 101 in Ventura fro 8 -10 pm. The Latte' is one of my favorite places to play in the area. It's located at the intersection of Telephone and Victoria roads.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see lindakentartist’s blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh. Further warning – posted by co-author in absence of co-author.
Previously- Who is the strange Anser Damiou, and why doesn't he say much? Meanwhile a priceless vase is needlessly broken whilst, never one to miss an opportunity to pass out, Wolfcastle indulges in a fit of fainting. Now read on..

Chapter 45

Down and down and down they went, further under the ground, below the oddly named abode that was 21.57. The spiral staircase seemed to drill into the ground beneath them as they descended. The only light available came from the glow of her mobile phone, the flickering flame of the disposable lighter held up by the Bangladeshi and the ever present glint in his eye. Occasionally the claustrophobic shaft that contained the stairs would open up to reveal what might have been vast caves of some sort. At first these seemed to be empty spaces full to the brim of empty space. There wasn’t time to really look as he was urging her onwards, downwards. Gradually as they traveled down the steps the spaces they encountered caves that were packed full of large wooden crates. Each crate, she guessed, would be about one metre wide, high and tall. A Cube in fact. Despite the lack of ambient light she was just able to pick out the word ‘CHINA’ stenciled on the side of one of the crates. Was this a reference to the boxes contents or did it refer to a destination or point of origin? There was no time to dwell, the eager old man implored her to go ever further down with increasing excitement.

Well, the research in "alternative" sexual practices is going like gang busters. I've had over twenty hours of interviews with tons of e-mails on the topic. More than one writing project is sprouting from all this, including a screenplay.

I have had several media people get in contact, including a filmmaker, videographer, and TV producer. Not sure if they are on the up-and-up or simply sniffing me out for ulterior motives. I think I've hit a nerve by exploring this taboo topic.

Again, if anyone out there has anything to offer in the way of opinion, referals, or anecdotes, don't hesitate to contact me at torquedtales@aol.com

Gotta tell you, because of AMP, I can connect. I just met the splendiferous Maddy Rosenberg, a woman whose words and paintings are an inspiration. Above all, we share the same sort of moxy that defies convention. How cool is that?

I also met some up-and-coming poets (including the son of a former Olympic champion) who will hopefully sign up on AMP soon.

This is truly a meeting place worth being.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Schumacher and everyone else play cards. We return now to the sniper-related activity at Ddwwchllyff’s, with Wolfcastle and the lip-reading Librarian.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 44

‘Anser?’ There was no response. She tried again, a little louder.

‘Anser!’ Still nothing. Was he dead? Was that it? Surely not, even she didn’t deserve such bad luck as that.

‘Anser Damiou!’ She shook his shoulders roughly. ‘ANSER!’ Had he just moved or was that her shaking? She tried another approach and this time shook his shoulders approximately instead. This was too much. For the second time in as many instances her emotions, her feelings for this man, were seeping out from behind her normally composed persona. This wasn’t right, she didn’t get ‘involved’ with people, she was distant, cold, aloof…

It's hard to believe that someone who thinks that Ralph Nader and the Green Party are a little conservative would attend a military event but this Saturday I went to the Joint Service Open House (JSOH) Air Show in Maryland. I’ve always liked air shows ever since I was a kid watching Blue Angels at the El Toro airbase with my dad. Even though the pilots are doing loops and barrel rolls in billion dollar machines built for war and killing, there is something so innocent about it. When I look up to the heavens at the winged bird I realize the magnificence of nature and when I see a jet propelling a man higher than the clouds and faster than sound I am amazed by the progress of modernity and the courage of the human spirit.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, “43a Cwrt Roy Jenkins was what estate agents would call a ‘barn conversion’, just not very typical of the genre. It was in fact a former art studio, lovingly converted into an authentic farm outbuilding.” Read more here…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 43b

‘Yes indeed! So nice to see you once more. Do come in, please do…’ he responded as he stepped aside and gestured with his right arm for her to move past him. ‘don’t worry about wiping your feet’ he added as she entered his abode. It would have been a well known fact to regular visitors to 43a Cwrt Roy Jenkins that you only had to wipe your feet on the way out. It would have been well know had there ever been any regular visitors to the address, other than the inaniloquent landlady. Schumacher wrestled the barn door shut. As the new visitor entered the living room Mrs Napkins rose to her feet and stared at everyone else in the room. Mrs Napkins was viewing everyone else in the room with a level of disgust matched by everyone else’s expression at the state of the barn interior.