Thursday is time for preparation for this weekend’s trip up to New York City. We will be participating in the Nuit Blanche Festival (Bring to Light) in Green point. http://bringtolightnyc.org/projects/58.php Time for laundry, time for a Radio Shack run, time for menial tasks like showers and shave. We did our laundry at a local place called “Suds ‘n Duds” which of course has a bar and lots of washers and dryers. This is the first time that I have ever visited such a place and I have been rewarded with finding the one dryer that doesn’t require coins! We just kept checking back with it and checking back with it and it just kept running. Finally a woman clued me in that it will just keep running if I don’t stop it. Score.
During the wait I took a look through the newest YES Weekly. To my chagrin I deduced that I had sent my photos from Carnival to the wrong person entirely. I had been copying down emails, names and connections in such a way that when I did not get all the information it staggered everything so that I had emailed all of my photos to the next person on the list! Oh well. I did spend a fair amount of time culling them together…we’ll call it speed practice. Anyway with the day in its latter stages it was time to return back to Elsewhere and a semi-empty space. With a bulk of the group (staff and volunteers) heading out to Atlanta for the Flux Festival. The only people left in the Building were Jeremy, Brandon and Nora. Brandon and Nora had just arrived earlier that afternoon and were now wandering around with that dumbstruck face that everyone gets upon first arrival. Saturday we will be receiving another new arrival named Michelle.
The building is strangely and eerily quiet without the constant bustle of carpentry, painting, crafting and Seamstressing and general banter of the staff. All the lights are low and new interactions are brewing amidst the sending and receiving of more emails.
A lot of the time spent doing community research has fundamentally revolved around internet location of data and making summations about different people’s relationships to one another. Without paying for a location service-of which I am morally opposed to- it is a lot of leg work as there is a lot of info out there but it forms a picture about the network of community and artistic interworkings as well as the free flow of history in an imperfect weave. My next personality to track own is a man named Clement Mallory who is a poet about my age and who works with kids on a constant basis most notably a program called Poetry Basketball. I believe I have found his contact info for Facebook so I need to make that connection.
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