This was making me think… I bet I was conceived on New Year’s eve, since the Folk School is such a romantic place around then….
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two oh oh six
This year has been pretty intensely good. I still have not unpacked from Japan (was there until August), but I’m not worried about it. Wednesday I started unpacking stuff, organizing into piles, all that, but was distracted by my own hair and went to cut it. I just chopped the sides down, and the top and back are still longish… I think I’ve wanted my hair to be like this for awhile. So I’m happy with it for now.
I had a good conversation with Ben tonight before the dance. Condensed version: I have no idea if it will be Asheville or Carrboro or New Zealand for this year, but wherever it is I am prepared to be really happy this year. He smiled and replied that I probably have a head-start on most of the people in the word then, and I agree. So that’s my New Year’s Resolution.
The dancing was hard, hot, and a good good time.
If I keep seeing people I might just pop.
On that note, I leave you with some advice for the new year from Delbert McClinton and Chloe & The Oneders, そしてお正月のアドバイスをどうぞ見てごらん、僕はオルガンを弾いている:

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dream therapy
There was a big soccer game, and the kids sang a rousing rendition of some hymn beforehand… I wish I could remember what it was. M was talking about going to see a counselor, because she wasn’t sure about the future. I had sat in on my cousin’s session, and had to tell M that I wasn’t so sure the counselor knew what they were talking about. For some reason I tackled J in a tent, which fell down on us. M pulled it away and took a picture of us untangling from eachother.
And from monday morning:
D was teaching me left-handed fiddle, and my right-hand banjo fingernails were getting in the way of pressing the strings. I said “I guess I’ll have to cut them,” and he agreed. But I really didn’t want to, because I like them for banjo. I asked him how he reconciles the conundrum. Didn’t think to learn to play right-handed, it felt like I had to lose the familiar if I wanted to try the new.
folding for peace in 2005

my cranes
This was fun… usually origami is a delicate little thing done on the desk with your fingertips… I had to run all over the room and get all up in the big momma to fold her. I got tons of nice words from those who knew, and saw people pointing up all night, and saw lots of folks taking pictures. I even overheard Hanne saying that she would leave it up for a few weeks.
Jan thanked me in passing at the dance, and I said I was just trying to make up for “the thing with the…” and did an wavy sign in the air for the celtic knot I accidentally mowed in one of their hay fields 4.5 years ago. It took him a second to get what I was saying, but then he gave me a big laugh as he walked off.
Thanks to the Folk School and Nanette for giving me the paper and space, Gloria Zmolek for big origami inspiration, and the decoration crew for helping me get them flying, especially Tajia, Anne’s grandfather, and my parents.






I swear to you! This is a dream!
My dream as I was oversleeping this morning… I wanted to make a movie of me causing a ruckus in a public place in Japan. I decided to do it in the lobby of a huge hotel. Anyhow, I tripped on the carpet runner at the top of the stairs and slid down and down and down–I think there were 600 steps–pulling the runner with me. As I slid I closed my eyes. At the bottom of the steps, the staff of the hotel advanced towards me. Later. Standing in an entryway with a group of foreigners. A girl that I know well tells me that she really liked my movie. “But I made it in a dream… this is my dream!” I insist, but she just laughs me off. “Fine, I’ll just tell you next time I see you when we are both awake. Then you’ll know.” Then. I am on a bridge looking across the water at the city, and realize that I need to be awake and heading to work. I succeed in waking myself from the dream by inhaling my chewing gum. The problem. So I’m awake now for real, but this girl… who was she? I have no clue. I’m sure that I have never seen or met this person. Same thing a few nights ago, I dreamt that I was at the folk school, and everybody (four people, including my own mother) telling me that I should marry this girl (her name was either Peach or Ginger). In the dream I had known her my whole life (well, her whole life, she was a few years younger than I). I had never thought of her that way, but everybody pushing me that way made me really want something to work. In reality… this person does not exist, as far as I know.
dream #9184637286
Running up the hill was excruciatingly hard. I went to the folk school, they were shooting a movie there, and there were tons of extras. The scene was a graduation thing, and all the extras were in ties. The female AD asked me if I wanted to be in this scene with the “A” group, or if I wanted a more “personal” part. I was wearing a ratty dark green t-shirt with a disney chipmunk silkscreend on the front. I went to my tent, played with Misty for a little bit, got another shirt, then went to see the casting director. He put me in a scene with a band, maybe lead guitar, with his friend’s son. We shook on it, I was excited, but he looked stoned, so I didn’t know if I trusted him.
Japan Dream
I had my first dream thinking that I was already in Japan.
I met Miyuki Michue somewhere downtown, and I got on a bus, but she was coming along as well, apparently. She didn’t get on, she stayed on the step, and when we reached the destination I figured out that was because she didn’t want to pay. I went inside to pay for her, pulled out a big wad of bills in a plastic zip-lock bag.
Then we were in a convenience store and she covered my eyes and said there was a surprise for me. “Look out the door and to your left.” There were Ellie Blake, and David, Emolyn, Annie Fain, and Lindsey Liden. I was surprised to see them, and we danced around a little, but I had to go.
The Saturn was parked in the left lane of traffic, and everybody was waiting. They were in the wrong lane for Japan. Hmm… I tried to start the engine, but it stalled. I made sure I was pushing the clutch all the way in (driving stick in my dreams now!), but it would not start, so I rolled to a parking lot. David and Lindsey walked up, and David said: “Remember, lefty loosey, righty tighty.”
That didn’t help.