My New Office

One of the most wonderful things about my new job is that I have a space that is authentically mine. I love my parents, and I am grateful for their support since the accident, but I am well now. I have my new leg (whom I have named Peggy), a new job, and a healthy body. It is time for them to go back to Kentucky; we all are becoming cramped.

But my office is mine. It has me all over it. Here are some of the things I'm moving into it:

A big gong, to represent plangent, authentic communication.

A print of Vermeer's, "Woman Holding a Balance," for obvious reasons.

A twenty-foot long rainbow banner. Cuz I like color (and inclusivity).

My mission statement: On a Pollocky, 8'x3' canvas: Through my Love and Spirit, I drive fear out of the haerts [sic] of children, and awaken the child in the heart of A(ki)dults. It is so me. I'll get a picture and post it here.

All the posters from all the shows I've ever been in, each signed by the entire cast. Cuz it's MY office, dammit.

One of my crutches (which I no longer need) with a sign that says "If you need a crutch, use this one."

Mayakovksy's poem, Необычайное приключение. With the word, "светить" in foot high letters.

It feels so good to spread myself across a physical space with a wide brush. And I can already feel you thinking something dirty . . .