Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery

Cryptozoological encounter tonight - Nessie
There was a floating piece of... something, that made it's way toward Ange and I tonight as we sat by the Brisbane River and ate our hideously expensive lucky 7 chocolate ice cream.

I had chocolate ice cream on my ear tonight..... just wanted to dwell on that for a moment.
And the pavement tried to eat your foot. XD
But don't worry; I stepped on the Cold Rock container on my way past - it had made it's way to the curb on the other side of Earnest St, but I spotted it and adjusted my walk enough to line it up.

Keep reminding me we still love each other and it will be okay (do dee doo mm, just dance).

Post Trocks - the best ballet I'd ever seen.
The right mix of incredible specificity (something I LONG for in physical comedy but is rarely seen. It seems the sheer discipline of ballet/dance truly lends itself to comic excellence in that regard), control, physicality and camp - playing to the audience and truly having fun.
It was the show to see from that close - second row and off to the left.
The dying swan was beautiful. He moved as Dale does. It was so funny, yet poignant. The obvious age of the performer... his stringy muscles and fragility of limbs.... so obviously put on, but on reflection, entirely informed by his age (awareness). The extremity of the form Hurt, and he allowed that to come through (in tiny part) before going on to 'hamming it up'. This piece made the show. Completed it.
Comedy, (intelligent, skilfully executed comedy) with obvious substance behind it.
There was a gentle essence of butoh leaking through the sweat of the performers. (And the sweat[!] flung off their turns as if they were water fountains.)
Some of the footwork reminded me of The Walks.
There was Incredible urgency and control in the movements - silent stomp, double time - essence of.

Theater as a heightened reality.
Those men know what they are doing.

You can be Henry Miller

In this age, which believes that there is a short-cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way, in the long run, is the easiest.