Everything and Nothing

To be one thing is inexorably not to be all other things; the confused intuition of this truth has induced men to imagine that to not be is more than to be some thing, and that, in some way, it is to be everything.--Jorge Luis Borges

Purloined Letter Part Two/Queen Anne/Fri Jan 3/3 pm: When Officer S. A. Farwell made contact with a man who is spending the remaining years of his life in a Queen Anne retirement home, he was informed that a letter written by Albert Einstein was missing. Officer S. A. Farwell writes: "The man [who was born in 1907] stated he had two letters written to him by Albert Einstein, with one in his apartment and the other in a safe deposit box. The victim stated that this morning he had taken the letter that was at home and put it on his desk with the intention of placing it into the safe deposit box. He then left to go for breakfast. Later in the day [2:00 in the afternoon], he was visited by his attorney/will executor. At this time, the victim noticed that Einstein's letter was missing from his desk. The victim and his attorney looked through the entire apartment and were unable to locate the missing letter. The victim stated that the doors of his residence were all locked while he was out. He also stated that the letter is worth in excess of $10,000 and was written to him personally by Einstein, so it would have his name on it." I would recommend that the Queen Anne man and the officer search the apartment not for the letter but for an Aleph--the point through which it entered eternity.

Golden Goddess/Greenwood/Thurs Jan 9/11:54 pm: The infinitely unintended collaboration between an Amazonian mental woman, a reporting officer (Officer Clark) with a taste for ornate words and phrases, and me, who also has an appetite for ornate words and phrases, has produced this near work of poetry: "Narrative: Upon arrival at Northwest Hospital we found the suspect (a woman in a gold dress) in the lobby, acting out as if she were on some type of hallucinogenic. She babbled incoherently. She did so almost continuously, with only sudden seconds of lucidity. She seemed to be hallucinating people she might have been talking to. When she did address anyone who was actually there in the real world, her statements didn't connect or were delusional. For example, she stated, 'I'm God,' several times. But, clearly, she was not God. She was, instead, a woman--a woman who was in the lobby of this real hospital.

"The woman in gold also attempted to flash her breasts and buttocks in public. She would also jump up on furniture and dance to her own internal rhythm. Her dances were sexually suggestive in nature. The Northwest Hospital is fairly close to Aurora. Aurora is something of a dangerous street, where the desperate go to take advantage of the numerous prostitutes that work the area. The Goddess' behavior would, if she were on Aurora, attract the attention of these desperate elements, who never think twice about taking advantage of a prone state of mind. Because her behavior could cause harmful desires to come her way, given the nature of the problems in this specific geographic area, I had her transported to Harborview Medical Center for a mental evaluation"

Fannie: The Music and Life of Fannie Lou Hamer: Jan 13-Feb 14 at Bagley Wright Theatre
Part theater, part revival, and all power, this one-woman show will have your head nodding and hands clapping!