just did a bunch of restorative yoga, so that should help to restore, i suppose, my humanity, or my sanity, or not my vanity, along with my phone charger (true story.) however (don't tell donna harraway), i'm growing a little more cybernetic day by day. (cyborthotic?)

the two screws in my foot i told you about, but i didn't realize long they are until i saw the x-ray yesterday (should have guessed? i thought they'd just be little guys. two inches maybe.) they stay in until/unless they get uncomfortable rubbing against my shoes (in a year.) also have purple stitches where they cut me, but those will dissolve in a month or so. (they look like scraggly pen marks.) then they gave me a fiberglass cast, also purple (not so good for signing, sez lillie, but maybe somebody will paint on it.) and an elbow brace, padded strapped to my arm in four places with a mechanical rotary joint, allowing full extension and no lateral motion. the brace is kind of bulky and annoying to don or doff clothes over, but it's nice to have more motion and it's not painful. the cast is more comfortable and secure and a little lighter than the splint. so that's all good.

went to the dentist today too (first time in 3+ years?), and looks like i need wisdom teeth out, so will do that next week as long as i'm home and laid up anyway. the plan is to ride back to philly on friday 1 dec with dad on his way to d.c. which gives me 24 hours before the party that's allegedly still happening: mascher cooperative (dance) space, saturday night, to follow some dance presentations, featuring ross of love, live and gimpy. if yr in philly plz do come, show love. that's assuming somebody can lend us an amp. b.y.o.b.

unca danny's here now, so the txgiving onslaught is on in earnest, and i'm supposed to go bake an apple-cranberry dessert (pie/cobbler/tart? probably some unholy combination) soon. moofer will arrive tonight. but joanna and nellie are here now!

[dan just showed me this video for one of his recent senerap productions - check it out - the white guy is my cousin benny.]

mostly i'm excited about against the day. although this online guide being up and massive already is just a little wikidiculous. (dude, wardenclyffe!)

i keep thinking i should write about my dreams here, but i'm probably wrong - i feel like the vicodin makes them take strange, abstract forms (like with me not even in them): i told you about the blog-comments one, but there was one in the form of a family guy episode, and one in lengthy question-answer dialogue format like ithaca. night before last i dreamed, among other things, a new stephin merritt song (entitled "sides") that was so perfectly poppy and detailed in my memory (if only i could recall the melody!) that i was seriously tempted to write about it at mincetapes. but that would just be silly.

last night (no pills) there was some kind of hip/hippie theater collective that had recently moved into a house down the street (maybe inspired by heather graham's character in six degrees, which i watched right before sleeping), having an open house/party/presentation of the early shakespeare comedy (familiarly known as?) "locusts," performed in the round or maybe en promenade in the courtyard. i tried to play music for the hanging-out afterward by making an itunes playlist, but it took so frustratingly long to search for and add each song that i could never finish and go join the rest of the people. stupid pcs.

i got hit by a mink car
driven by a guitar
woke up in a beautiful dream alone