(Why am I naming days?) (And what does it mean to “Help build the honeycomb?). 

9/5/13, Day 13, 637: BARPing and FoFdom at Signature

This day is so named because of the great Flux meeting (involving those acronyms that I won’t bother to unpack for the uninitiated–busy hours) that occurred at the palace of theatre known as the Signature Center. Our Creative Partnership is quite a beautiful humming device of feathers and gumption at the moment, and I want to be intensely grateful for this moment while it lasts.

Yesterday was also the day that Lightning Walks went from “Oh, am I really going to do this?” to “This play has to happen.” That’s rare to occur so quickly for me, and it’s a tribute, I think, to the lowered inhibitions of the Play a Month Club. With no expectations of greatness and a deadline looming, I can write for the sheer joy of finding out Who These People Are and What They’ll Do To Each Other and How To Worship the Gods of this New World and What Songs Are Sung Here, What Dances Danced and all the other childlike discoveries sometimes clouded by the expectation of greatness.

(Oh, also, I’m pretty sure that I’m writing this for Lori Parquet and Mike Mihm and Rachael Hip-Flores, though other people can play, too.)

Your Lightning Walks excerpt of the day (4 more pages done, so staying on schedule):

SARAH

So this is not to say ChemStar is the Girl Scouts. I’m not saying there haven’t been mistakes. And if you want to call ChemStar an avaricious petrochemical company brutally extracting poison from the earth and pumping it into the air we breathe and the water we drink, I won’t argue with you. I may ask how you liked your hot shower this morning. I may ask to see a picture of your cat on your phone. I may ask if you’d like to be treated at a hospital that runs on solar. And if you answer those questions honestly, then we can talk about ChemStar, over drinks. But be honest, you’d rather protest the bad things that give you the most privileged existence in human history, than stand in front of this country of addicts and say, “Hi, I’m Sarah, and I’m a petrochemical junkie.”

“Hi, Sarah.”

So, yeah, another thing about me, I love the so-called environment, but if there’s a spaceship leaving for Mars tomorrow, I’ll push every last environmentalist on it.

Yeah, I’m having fun.

What small things did I do yesterday to build the Honeycomb?

• I sent a message to Army Corps of Engineers Brigadier General Kent D. Savre, the federal representative on the DRBC, asking him to ensure the DRBC develops its own regulations to safeguard the water in the Delaware River before fracking in the basin can even be considered.
• I ate vegetarian, including veggies from our local, organic CSA, and composted, creating no additional direct food waste from plastic bags, plastic bottles, or any other wasteful packaging.
• I added my name to a petition telling Range Resources, Mark West Energy Partners, and Williams Gas to legally remove the children from the gag order — and commit to never go after kids again.
• I participated in an amazing Flux meeting that I can’t wait to talk about (but I can’t yet).
• I signed Avaaz’s petition to make sure Rouhani and Obama know the world wants bold diplomacy to end the nightmare for thousands of terrified Syrian children under threat of new gas attack.

Technique never stands still: it only advances or retreats…

Writing: 13 out of the last 16 days (4 more pages on Lightning Walks)
Yoga: 8 out of the last 16 days
Spanish: 14 out of the last 16 days