the traveling neighborhood

contradiction

2012-01-27T07:17:00.000-08:00

"Collective structures are hard to maintain,
but when they break apart they multiply."

see you soon, love

2012-01-01T01:00:00.000-08:00

disappointment

2011-12-19T10:05:00.001-08:00

she is one of us/we are one of her

2011-11-18T15:42:00.001-08:00

http://flowerswithpowers.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-she-escaped-me.html

[second movement, 10:27]

2011-11-11T23:22:00.000-08:00

the beckoning of lovely

"i’m inclined towards inclusion, relationship, and sadness"

2011-10-17T22:21:00.000-07:00

there are some direct parallels here,
in thinking about neighborhoods.

we have so much to catch up on.

2011-09-30T22:04:00.000-07:00

occupations
birthdays
planners
shanties
emmies
flowers
funnels

poetree

2011-09-26T18:02:00.000-07:00

"Nobody knows whether there are more to come and if so, where they might appear."

the way forward

2011-09-25T23:31:00.000-07:00

"Time/Bank at e-flux is modeled on existing time banks. Every Time/Bank transaction will allow individuals to request, offer, and pay for services in "Hour Notes." When a task is performed, the credit hours earned may be saved and used at a later date, given to another person, or contributed towards developing larger communal projects. For example, if you happen to be in Beijing or Hamburg and need someone to help you shop for materials or translate a press release, you would be able to draw on resources from Time/Bank without exchanging any money.

"Through Time/Bank, we hope to create an immaterial currency and a parallel micro-economy for the cultural community, one that is not geographically bound, and that will create a sense of worth for many of the exchanges that already take place within our field—particularly those that do not produce commodities and often escape the structures that validate only certain forms of exchange as significant or profitable."

(click)

countdown

2011-09-21T16:55:00.001-07:00

one of our many dear brothers

2011-09-16T22:18:00.000-07:00

as the world turns, i am happy i turn with you

2011-08-28T20:39:00.000-07:00

"...we are a resource
for the aesthetic community
to keep pulse on what is being made
locally and across the globe."

insert (inspiration)

happy belated stranger's day

2011-08-25T10:07:00.000-07:00

a cascade of dreams from april

2011-08-17T22:48:00.000-07:00

some recurring themes:
being under water
grocery stores
war

detroit

2011-07-11T21:04:00.000-07:00

“'It’s the land of opportunity,' said Mr. Putalik, 28, who described himself as 'funemployed,' as he rinsed casings at the sink."

One hell of a night

2011-06-29T21:57:00.000-07:00

Fort Saint John, BC
The Rest of the Story:
Part A: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYs_MI1n5B0
Part B: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQXESgThpXA
Part C: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDqKdhenYnE

I'm no Leller, obviously

each day matters

2011-06-29T21:39:00.001-07:00

nature & the wreck

scenic routes, haircuts, sunspots, paradox

2011-06-28T22:38:00.000-07:00

from february 2009:

"we actually have been very careful hesitant cautious slow about putting the neighborhood into too many words thus far. it is still so young, and we want to let it have a childhood, let it evolve naturally and honestly, even awkwardly if need be. it is its own unique entity, and it is growing, and we are just attempting to take care of it and live out our questions."

...

"over the past year, we have had many conversations about the realities of living in different places together for different lengths of time. we want to emphasize that the traveling neighborhood is not meant to be any kind of strict club membership commitment. very much the contrary; it has stemmed from an acknowledgment of life seasons and the importance of remaining loyal to that individual fluidity. we understand that, as we move about, some people will settle down in different places along the way, and new people will join. we'll float through some cities for just a few months, while some stops will result in permanent residents. and regardless of who is where across the globe at any given time (who is stationary and who is individually or collectively mobile), the idea is that we are always still in the neighborhood together."

...

"to make all of this cohere and grow, we’ve decided to plant 'trees,' or home bases, places where we can have roots, and someone or someones are always holding down fort, and investing in the actual geographic neighborhood. and others can come and go and wander and return as the seasons beckon, and the whole family can have permanent mailing addresses, and storage. in los angeles, our home base will include our first neighborhood office, and we are looking forward to writing all our lists on the walls, and taping up big maps and fabric pockets to collect all of our ideas, and starting a physical archive and research library. this or other home bases may evolve to also include studio, gallery, rehearsal, and performance space, and possibly a café, and oh, you know, there are many possibilities. one step at a time, but mind you, we’re thinking big."

i have a fire inside

2011-05-26T09:43:00.001-07:00

call for mail art submissions

2011-05-20T14:32:00.000-07:00

"Mail art as a medium has the potential to include layers of meaning and performance, due to its temporal qualities. Consider all the different pieces that make up mail visually and manually: stamps, envelopes, paper, and/or non-traditional contents and containers; plus the acts of opening, unfolding and reading."

click

let's find Away

2011-05-06T09:34:00.000-07:00

{lumix : narnia by kimberly k. taylor}

dreaming about dreaming.

2011-04-02T13:50:00.000-07:00

a playlist for thursday. as music punctuates a life...the notes call out to be compiled.

2011-03-31T14:04:00.000-07:00

wash clothes and make things

2011-03-03T18:48:00.000-08:00

wanna meet at the laundromat?

i am cradled in the arms

2011-02-22T19:42:00.000-08:00

Dre-e-e-e-eam, dream, dream, dre-eam...

How To Be Alone

2011-02-19T08:49:00.000-08:00

confetti

2011-01-19T13:38:00.000-08:00

don't you always listen to your mama

we may all be far
apart but the barn doors will
still open and close

confetti

This will be our year (took a long time to come)

2011-01-18T15:43:00.000-08:00

Lifeboat Philology

Monk Stunts

Tisk, Inveigler

here's to possibility

2010-12-26T20:19:00.001-08:00

if you're in or around providence this sunday

2010-12-06T17:13:00.001-08:00

Xinjiang 2006

2010-11-27T00:13:00.000-08:00

a middle of the daydream

2010-11-22T16:29:00.000-08:00

I want to dress in colors and textures and patterns and look like the sort of girl I think I am sometimes. I want to walk into unique coffee shops and belong there. I want to blend into my environment as if I were part of what makes it so rather than as a visitor from outside. I want to have freckles in the right places and have a sing-song voice that draws people in comfort and curiosity. I want to sit in big-armed chairs with boots and a novel. I want my camera to be an expected presence that goes where I go. I want to be able to sing to myself in a public place and not worry. I want to be simply full of breath and music notes. I want to wear scarves and be romantic and subtly beautiful in a hilter-skilter way. I want to remember how to pretend and yet be me at the same time. I want to be okay with being accompanied and with being alone and be comfortable visiting kindreds without the necessity of words. I want to be content to absorb things without the need to grapple at details. I want to eat things that are beautiful and fully taste them with my soul and not just my tongue. I want to wear a dress everyday and walk barefoot and have hair that blows in the breeze at the right moments. I want to explore and travel with a pen and notebook and camera and me. I want to wear pigtails to work and that be okay. I want to feel apart from the world for brief intermissions and fully friends with it at others. I want to go on holiday and be truly on holiday.

{polaroid: shards by kimberly k. taylor}

memory of the world

2010-11-17T21:29:00.000-08:00

did you know this exists?

(day)dream

2010-11-08T21:16:00.000-08:00

"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams."

- Willy Wonka

no kindle for me, thanks

2010-10-27T13:06:00.000-07:00

(hello, i'm new)

2010-10-07T09:12:00.000-07:00

dibs on "magistricide"

2010-10-03T15:45:00.001-07:00

http://savethewords.org/

meet me in d.c.

2010-09-17T22:05:00.000-07:00

"Ours is a rally for the people who've been too busy to go to rallies, who actually have lives and families and jobs (or are looking for jobs) -- not so much the Silent Majority as the Busy Majority. If we had to sum up the political view of our participants in a single sentence... we couldn't. That's sort of the point."

http://www.rallytorestoresanity.com

The Grounded Astronaut

2010-09-15T11:05:00.001-07:00

Everybody, look. I'm on fake TV.

I'm doing a show on Monday and Wednesday night (10pm EST/7pm PST) called The Grounded Astronaut. It's mostly just me doing some live illustrating and talking about life and art with any friend or local artist who wants to join me in studio. Maybe my Neighbors would like to be guests at some point? As the Neighborhood can attest, no distance is insurmountable. All it takes is an Internet connection and a microphone. Let me know if you'd like to join.

note to megan. in case you missed it:::::::::::

2010-09-15T08:42:00.001-07:00

more......
:::note to neighborhood: please pass to likeminded dreamers::::::::
for megan and joie rue!

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2010/09/note-to-self-your-life-is-going-to-change-4/

mommie revolution!
lveo. peace, ya'll!
joana

the poetry series no. 1

2010-09-14T11:59:00.000-07:00

collecting dreams and volunteers

2010-09-05T07:33:00.000-07:00

daydream is going to new york city

brilliant wilderness

2010-08-31T20:55:00.000-07:00

downtown
machine

Those Magnificent Men and Their Flying Machines

2010-08-24T14:29:00.000-07:00

beyond here lies nothing

2010-08-22T19:49:00.001-07:00

now

2010-08-20T16:01:00.000-07:00

dreams and windows
divided by a grace note

marcel

2010-08-18T09:39:00.000-07:00

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

i'm sorry, but this is the cutest thing you'll ever see.

2010-08-17T11:02:00.000-07:00

http://sending-postcards.blogspot.com/

alex & mina are on a trip around the world...

where do my bluebirds fly

2010-08-13T19:55:00.000-07:00

Your Secrect

2010-07-24T09:34:00.000-07:00

mitte

2010-07-20T16:03:00.001-07:00

"the brave, new ok go world"

2010-06-27T09:16:00.000-07:00

hello echo

can postsecret and facebook save a life?

2010-06-10T09:43:00.000-07:00

"Within 24 hours, nearly 20,000 people had signed up for a Facebook group titled “please don’t jump,” which was later linked beneath the secret on the Post Secret blog, linking in thousands of supportive comments. On the group’s page, sympathetic users posted comments ranging from simply 'I want you here' to 'If I knew when you’d be at the bridge, I’d drive all the way from Ohio to meet you there, and hold you until you changed your mind.'"

more here

blurs of trees, last december

2010-06-01T09:09:00.000-07:00

some of the hanaford-jensen family (the littlest one is my grandma)

2010-05-15T18:29:00.000-07:00

gonna die with my hammer in my hand

2010-05-07T21:16:00.000-07:00

Indecision led to what I'm doing now, and I suppose that's ok because building helps me think.

We fix houses for people that can't afford it.

This was the 2nd worst mobile home I've ever seen. Georgia Johnson spent her life savings raising 22 foster children over a period of 40 years, never having any of her own. Her husband's sudden death left her with nothing, and health problems led to her nigh imprisonment in a trailer that I had trouble even entering because of the rotten steps. The roof was caving in and the plumbing hadn't worked in a year. Extension cords ran all over the house from the single working outlet and her house was heated by turning on the oven. 25 volunteers and I cleaned and painted her house, fixed the electricity and plumbing, and replaced her porch and stairs.

Working at a non profit I've gotten used to hearing stuff like "draw up blueprints" even though I have no experience in engineering / architecture. This ramp is what I came up with and built this week, and it's let Georgia leave her house independently for the first time in years, which I definitely got a big kick out of seeing.

Don't get me wrong, I'm no idealist, and I suppose that alienates me from most of you, dear readers. To me, rebuilding is an act of defiance-- staving off the inevitable entropy towards which we are all speeding. I enjoyed seeing a community come together and give dignity to a woman that has gone by unnoticed for far too long, but will probably remain that way.

If any of you are interested in getting involved, drop me a line. It doesn't matter where you are, we're everywhere. I'll be damned if I can remember where I call home these days.

Today is a normal day and we are just normal people trying.

2010-05-04T05:41:00.000-07:00

I'm trying to do something new,
moreugly and blurry
and failure
and family; it's called the big heart show,
it's about showing what we've found.

Here are the first three epidoses for your disapproval...

This is the Big Heart Show!

A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be

Today is Tuesday and we are just normal elephants

lveo. peace~

around the world in fourteen months

2010-05-03T20:04:00.000-07:00

they are trying to take away my dirigible. it's too dangerous. too combustible, they say. well, so be it. i'll think of it less as my castle in the sky, and more as a cocoon that I have to leave behind. i won't mourn it. i don't need it to fly. after all: I am becoming flight.

a floating world

2010-05-02T20:44:00.000-07:00

"The Waterpod demonstrates future pathways for nomadic, mobile shelters and water-based communities, docked and roaming.

It embodies self-sufficiency and resourcefulness, learning and curiosity, human expression and creative exploration. It intends to prepare, inform, and provide an alternative to current and future living spaces.

In preparation for our coming world with an increase in population, a decrease in usable land, and a greater flux in environmental conditions, people will need to rely closely on immediate communities and look for alternative living models; the Waterpod is about cooperation, collaboration, augmentation, and metamorphosis.

As a malleable and autonomous space, the Waterpod is built on a model comprised of multiple collaborations. The Waterpod functions as a singular unit with the possibility to expand into ever-evolving water communities; an archipelagos that has the ability to mutate with the tides.

The Waterpod is mobile and nomadic, and as an application for the future it can historicize the notion of the permanent structure, simultaneously serving as composition, transportation, island, and residence. Based on movement, the Waterpod structure is adaptable, flexible, self-sufficient, and relocatable, responsive to its immediate and shifting environment.

As with art, architecture is largely about stories: stories of its inhabitants, its community, its makers and their reflections on the past or expectations of the future. The Waterpod is an extension of body, of home, and of community, its only permanence being change, flow, and multiplicity. It connects river to visitor, global to local, nature to city, and historic to futuristic ecologies.

With this project, we hope to encourage innovation as we visualize the future fifty to one hundred years from now."

more here and here

A drawing a day for 365 days...

2010-04-22T18:13:00.000-07:00

...starts now.

last april, i was here.

2010-04-15T23:44:00.000-07:00

there's more to see,
if you'd like.

The First Day of School Is Always the Scariest

2010-04-09T15:51:00.001-07:00

transit[ion]

2010-04-07T08:54:00.000-07:00

hey neighbors,

i’m collecting stories about transition and transportation from all sorts of people, in all sorts of places, for a performance project that will happen next spring (2011) in providence...

do you have any stories you'd be willing to share? anecdotes from bus rides, serendipitous happenings, close calls?

subtopics of particular interest right now include:
home | homelessness | wandering | wanderlust | acclimation | language | poverty | chance encounters | anonymity | ritual | habit | moments of life change | bus/subway culture vs. car culture | providence, rhode island

if you want to contribute, please email your stories (related to the above list or not) to: transitionplay (at) gmail.com

more info/updates: http://transitionplay.wordpress.com

once upon a city

2010-04-04T18:37:00.000-07:00

the answer.

2010-04-01T02:47:00.000-07:00

last night I decided that it'll be better if I stop trying to get other people to change...

more on that here...

Only Skin~ Joanna Newsom.

2010-03-23T07:05:00.000-07:00

"then there was a silence you took to mean something:
mean, run, sing
for alive you will evermore be…”

I love this song...

You're a Wolf.

2010-03-21T06:48:00.001-07:00

In wildness is the preservation of the world.

more...

tranquillissimo

2010-03-19T17:49:00.000-07:00

this is one of the most beautiful compositions i have heard in my lifetime...it pulls at the threads of the deepest wells of emotions sadness...ecstasy...fear...tranquility. i just wanted to share this beauty with you all.

Henryk Gorecki's "lento e largo - tranquillissimo" from symphony no. 3

for all you systems/business analysts, system administrators, market survey researchers, and quantitative research analysts out there

2010-03-18T20:28:00.000-07:00

behold...

couchsurfing is hiring

Mother Revisited

2010-03-11T06:05:00.000-08:00

I Think It's Going To Rain

(But this is what I've been really meaning to say)

and... lveo, peace!

Set your compasses to north

2010-03-08T00:20:00.000-08:00

I've got new direction

will send postcards from the long road.

meet darling

2010-03-06T21:31:00.001-08:00

Tick, Tock

2010-03-04T23:48:00.000-08:00

I am reading books on physics that I do not understand. I am reading them in this man's voice. I am doing strange interviews with the wind, a pageantry of blissful madness played for empty stadiums. I am allowing to speak to me that which does not have a voice. I am deciphering codes and symbols. I am making up the future to understand the past. I am clenching pens and pencils like rifles at the ready. I am bewildered and frustrated and enraptured. I am a conspiracy of one. I am burning with a thing inside me. I want it to catch fire in you, too.

visiting, los angeles

2010-02-23T10:14:00.000-08:00

38 Plays: 38 Days

2010-02-16T16:27:00.000-08:00

Starting March 1st, I intend to read each of Shakespeare's 38 plays in as many days. I warmly invite you to join me.

www.shicho.net/38

Love=Peace+Earth

2010-02-14T16:49:00.001-08:00

more...

postcard plays: a project by anna moench

2010-02-10T08:33:00.000-08:00

"Here's a startling statistic: 9 out of 10 Americans have never received a postcard with a play written on it. I'm outraged too. But we can piss and moan about this sorry state of affairs or we can act, and I have decided that it's time I did my part to heal this broken world. Therefore hear this: I will write you a play on a postcard and mail it to you. It will be new and just for you, and you can perform it with finger puppets at your kitchen table or simply read it in the bathroom. Together we can change an invented statistic. Will you join me in the fight?"

http://thepostcardplays.blogspot.com

2010-02-08T09:13:00.000-08:00

I was in Cuba last week. Soaking up much needed sun, celebrating a birthday with a very good friend, experiencing the vibrancy of the city.
I left something behind.

from Vladimira Bolješiková

2010-02-06T12:12:00.000-08:00

I am reading the poems of Emily Dickinson right now. The poems like: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, “Much Madness is Divinest Sense.” or I heard a fly buzz when I died.
I found two different biography of E.Dickinson. One writes that her father was a tyrant, another that he was loving father. So I believe neither.

That writing about death doesn seem to me that she longs for it, it would be quite simple. It sound like something metaphysics. I do not understand it.
I have no idea how to read these poems, but I would like to understand them.

And write me what are u doing, how are you and how is your little niece. I would like to go to Shangay to see Expo 2010, but it is quite far:)

I am sending you no love, but good slovak beer.
Na zdravie!

The Liberty Songbook (is a dream).

2010-02-01T14:43:00.000-08:00

Th Libery Songbook (It's a War on War!)

lveo. peace!
The Smiths

american conservatory theater

2010-02-01T13:21:00.000-08:00

a less poetic update.

i'm going to san francisco.

soon.

like friday.

and like,

on saturday..

i'll be in an audition.

it's pretty cool.

it's for grad school.

i don't know what will happen.

just hopin'

tennessee & aristophanes

will be mah buddies that day.

i think

my biggest hope,

is that i breathe,

that i speak well,

and that i have fun

acting.

it's pretty fun.

and then,

enjoy the weekend,

in my favorite city,

with my favorite man.

but i believe in

the power of positive

thinking.

and maybe,

if you all could

think positively on

saturday, sending

it towards

san francisco & me.

that would be cool.

that would be like,

really cool.

the umbrella factory

2010-01-27T22:44:00.000-08:00

"In the smallest sense, we are an online literary magazine. In the broadest sense, the scope of the project includes Umbrella Factory small press publications, workshops, reading series, community events and (in the long haul) a home-base, independent bookstore where we can centralize our most heady aspirations."

kseniya simonova, from ukraine

2010-01-23T22:01:00.000-08:00

our family writes haiku

2010-01-23T21:01:00.000-08:00

My art? To observe
Your blog is inspiration
Keep submitting please!

mary de verges

donna the horse, croatia

2010-01-23T14:02:00.000-08:00

mao mao

2010-01-20T09:54:00.000-08:00

i don't feel quite myself these days. i've been journaling as other people. i've been getting into character, i've been trying to make myself laugh and weep. i've been writing down things i wouldn't say or maybe i would say. i've been closing my eyes and swishing towards the floor and breathing real real deep, i haven't been myself these days. i mean, i'm playing this character these days, all these characters, singing and shouting and whispering real soft like and learning and growing, this other person, really, i have been more myself these days.

Gold.

2010-01-15T13:12:00.001-08:00

The Cure = Gold

let the season begin...

2010-01-07T23:37:00.001-08:00

I'm not over you, so can I get back under?
more...

lina, emma, maya

2010-01-03T20:17:00.000-08:00

this is how my hometown welcomed 2010

2010-01-03T12:56:00.000-08:00

and the world spins madly on...

2009-12-31T08:48:00.001-08:00

lveo and peace in 2010!

handmade nation

2009-12-25T13:12:00.001-08:00

there's a screening in providence on january 15

It is better to give.

2009-12-24T08:28:00.001-08:00

We made a nativity in our attic
because we thought the pics would look cool.
here they are...

i still see a lot of life in you*

2009-12-23T16:53:00.001-08:00

The Copenhagen Climate Summit didn't work out...
and I then had this crazy dream*

Moments

2009-12-23T13:51:00.002-08:00

I didn't create this but I thought you all would like to see it. It was made by the New York public radio (WNYC) team that does my favorite podcast: RADIOLAB

perusal

2009-12-21T20:08:00.000-08:00

define pining. the very mention

of a place. a month you'd

so long looked forward to's

gone by. you're singing

in the shower without

the shower without

the singing. actually

you're just walking

down the street. how far

into recollection do you peruse

to summon a past

evening to make it

linger to hold

you over

rachel is there with the black umbrella

2009-12-14T02:00:00.000-08:00

cat's cradle

2009-12-11T11:12:00.000-08:00

"there is love enough in the world for everybody, if people will just look. i am proof of that." - kurt vonnegut, jr.

11-12-09

2009-12-11T01:39:00.001-08:00

There's no doubt about it. I'm in a bit of a rut. I'll spare you the details because as someone smarter than I am recently pointed out, if you walk down street and get drenched then you're a fool to think it's only raining above your own head. Anyway, I wrote this a year ago and the nostalgia is still somewhat comforting.

11/23/08
I'm on a train somewhere in the Czech Republic. My mind often has trouble keeping up with the passage of space/time. I close my eyes and I wake up on the floor of my Aunt Wilodene's Indiana house. It's humid and I can hear crickets.
I wake up in Chengdu and rush down 5 flights of stairs to class. Dragonflies as big as your fist buzz by my ear.
I wake up on the hardwood floor of a hostel in Kangding, my body is covered with couch pillows and I'm shivering.
I'm dozing off in the back of a truck parked outside of Bethany's house in Keiser, Oregon.
Close my eyes and I'm straining to read Visions of Duluoz by moonlight on someone's couch in Salt Lake City.
I wake up to the smell of something perpetually burning and I'm in the study room at Emerald Cove.
Squeeze my eyes shut and I'm watching the sunset on a rooftop in Sevilla although the night is just as warm as if the sun were high in the sky.
I'm in San Diego and it's 5AM and time to get up and go to work.
I'm in Belfast but I just want to sleep.
I'm in Dun Flodigarry and the sunrise is too alluring to do so against a backdrop of the Quirangs jutting from the Northern Sea.
I'm in Oxford and it's snowing outside my 3rd story window. I turn the space heater towards me, roll over, and go back to sleep.

The train lurches to a halt and I gotta make my connection.

calls from home

2009-12-08T15:09:00.000-08:00

from the good folks at Thousand Kites,
via Paula D:

Dear Friends,

We are asking you to take a minute to call in a message to the 2.3 million people who are behind bars this holiday season.

It's easy. Call our toll-free line at 877-518-0606 anytime from now until December 7th.

An answering machine will record your message. Your call will broadcast on over 200 radio stations across the country. Don't worry if you mess up because we will edit the calls.

This is the 10th year for "Calls From Home," a program that connects family members to their loved ones in prison and educates the public about the criminal justice system. Hundreds of family members, former prisoners, staff, and citizens call in songs, poems, and messages of hope.

For more information, visit www.callsfromhome.org