(Singing Director, "Tennessee",
Producer, "Androcles and the Lion",
Webmaster)
 

I think someday I might just live my secret wordless dreams.

Words imprison us just like our lives, but they are little boxes we can climb on to reach helpful thoughts. No words = freedom to feel, to be. Talking = thinking = freedom from unnamed fears and vague problems. Rules or no rules? If I knew the desired outcome of life, maybe I could decide which of these was the best course.

Yes, it is nearly 2:00 am. This is why I always hire a proofreader for my "Virtue of the Small" sites, and why I don't want to be a programmer when I grow up. more. Too easy to stay up late and sloppy.

Theatre? How does it work? Maybe communication through words first, plus less rigid (but very contextual & specific) cues and signifiers (body language, all that visual stuff that doesn't fit on the page, the reasons we have good and bad actors). Start with the language-brain, then work your way to the hypothalmus. Somewhere along the way, music is a good carrier. Straight emotion, almost, mainlining. Still contextual though; people know different musical languages (how I feel this myself! How I know it!). Powerful if true; I hope this message reaches no one malevolent.

I sing. I am learning about the signifying power of words plus music; I lean toward music at the moment (over words); perhaps that's the opera singer's trap - so few people have the time to learn the subtleties of that musical language, but oh! what truth is possible. Maybe I can use the words, and rhythm, and body, and movement, and looks, to gently show you, lead you in, to make you feel what I feel and be gentle, strong, and brave.

I love singing. When I'm really singing (not just singing, being), I'm alive and true (trite unless you understand it) and I almost always cry happy. If I could change the world that way, be part of a huge safe family that way, trust that I'd done my best to do right and assure civilization doesn't die and leave me and you cold and starving and cut, relief and joy would be mine.

There are many other avenues still open to me, and more certain ways of serving my world. Fight me, prove to me that I am wrong, set me free. You can't, I believe in nothing, I win.

I make web sites.