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Foreign Accent Syndrome

Things are heating up. Bodies are tired and signs use spray foam to make fake ice cream, Penelope stopped by, Jon tried to tie up Amy.

Nikki said something at dinner like "that's so crazy even crazy people think its crazy"... I can't remember

Matt's right again!

yesterday we worked until 230 am, we had to eat dinnenr later so the only place open was the icecream and chicken wing restaurant where a the server told us about elven fantasy fair. the same weekend as our show opening there is an elven fantasy fair, and also there is a castle fest, ourdoor fairs in real castles where people dress up as harry potter, lord of the rings, or general medieval costumes and live action role play and sword fight in a big area. her boyfriend is going as a lord. she is going to dred her hair and wear a magic stone. i wishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to go and if the volcano makes us stay here until the next castle fest im going to go there

JON IS GO

Here Jon is rehearsing for the big final number

end is nigh

Today was a crazy day for all of us, I think.

   Stabilizing the cube has been on my mind for about a week. I've had sea legs everywhere I go, the shower the coffee shop, the gallery (that's about the only places I go in a day, . . . and the kitchen). Literally the ground was wobbling for me all the time. Last night I had a looping half sleep dream where I was trying to figure out how to make the cube sturdy and then, I realised, halfway through the night that earlier in the reality of day, I had already solved that problem with Jon. 

   My worrisome dreams were just a fearful residue, tinged by doubt in my own competence in carpentry and planning (and perhaps in part because I sleep in the attic of a 500 year old orphanage where the scarred and enormous wooden beams that are the skeleton of HMK, that are the angular obstructions I smack my head into when I get out of bed too quickly are a daunting accomplishment and wonder to me and my laser guided electric OSB-ing MDF'd lumber humping efforts) and also probably a scared projection of guilt for putting the lovely patrons of our cube-play in harm's way.

   So, understandably I woke up tired and confused and so, it seemed, did everyone else. But, it was nice to work on a stable and sturdy cube. Bok Choy Laser Amy said to me "you must know this cube so well now". The truth is, its a confusing and revealing exploration of shapes and forms and structures and its all coming together on its own. They asked for a cube and now its taken on a life of its own, a science fiction-y life of its own, a kind of low budge wood porn life of its own

Shut-Up-Functionality

There was a little un-building needed.  So we cut back this beam into faces in order to save us smacking our own faces coming down the stairs. And by chance it has a beady little knot for an eye.

For a few days now the cube has been grumbling, "wow wuh, eeeiiuh, errrhh". We showed him.

P.s. Our blog has this name because we are in Hoorn.

"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool!" -phantom at raoul

here people treat their windows like persian cats or persian rugs. that is, they treat them well and plan on having them for a while. decoration is usually symmetrical.

jon's Look is testosteronic and gently invasive.

Every dinner we pray to our friend Robin Fry (see Creep Pride Creep Glory drawing). Robin used to live in Toronto but now lives in Berlin. Robin if you know I am writing this to you but not because you are reading it, that... is... cool!! Matt says: Prayers are a great way to third person dis each other. Right now we also have an idol, his name is Phantom. Nikki is going to play him in our version because she's the most Italian... looking. I'm Christine no reason. Jon keeps yelling "Masquerade! Paper faces on parade!" into his screen while trying to call his Mom on Skype. Jon your mom can't hear you. Blogs can be great in the same way prayers are. Our third deity is the Triangle. 1 2 3